The Joy we feel at Christmas Fills our lives with cheer We could try to make this feeling Linger throughout the Year. How good to feel so happy On every single day To lift our spirits skywards And chase all sadness away. We could help needy neighbours And show them that we care Show badmen how to live well Or tell the lonely we are there. Think of all the kindness that Would follow if we were to say I will try and live my life As if it's Christmas every day. Let us live as if it's Christmas every day.
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Saturday Dad
The first Christmas in this new house and, grieving for the times now gone he starts to make a new life here because now, he really should move on. He got a potted fir tree and put it on a shelf and added balls and tinsel and a star, but it needed something else he thought so searched the shops both near and far. He came upon some small wax apples coloured red with a gleaming skin his little girl would want to save them so he bought a box to keep them in. Still, decades on, this time each year you can search the branches and see among the decorations and presents are red wax apples on my Christmas tree.
Bethlehem Donkey
Beneath a star a boy was born, a special child was he, mum and dad and some kings looked on as did an old donkey. This donkey knew that great things would follow this baby's birth now the world would change for a Saviour was here on earth. Like the others gathered round the donkey knelt before the rough manger on the ground and donkeys would for evermore. That is why, if you sneak at Christmas to a donkey's stall without a sound, don't even speak! just look around the wall. You may see the donkey kneeling facing towards the east overcome by an ancient feeling representing all other beasts. This simple animal every year shames mankind it seems for we just raise a glass to cheer forsaking the Saviour's dreams.
The Bell
It’s said that only children
can hear Santa’s Bell
From baby to toddler
they hear the ringing well.
Something in their senses
clicks on inside their head
as Santa starts his journey,
and off they go to bed.
Come morning, as they wake
There’s joy but no surprise
at all the jolly parcels
laid out before their eyes.
Of course there’s gifts aplenty
no need to shout and yell
it’s Christmas time again and
they’d heard Santa’s Bell.
Then they grow and time moves on
and life gets in the way
the bells of Christmas grow quiet
and adult life holds sway.
I am a lucky parent
to have a son who still
tho full grown likes the magic
and no doubt always will.
He gets ready weeks before
to languish within the spell
of this joyous celebration
and the sound of Santa’s Bell.
Carol of Hope
It's that time of the year again
When our hearts fill with cheer again.
Across all the lands
Nations could join hands,
Now it's that time of year again.
Just think how good it would be
If the world joined with you and me;
With our differences gone
We could move the world on,
Now it's that time of year again.
You can say that it's only a feast,
And pointless to man or beast;
But this Christmas we might
Put some old evils right,
As it's that time of year again.
Be you Christian, Muslim or Jew,
We share the planet with you,
So let's make amends,
Let us all be friends
Now it's that time of year again.
As I See Things 