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The One Problem This Christmas
by Connie Webb
The presents look lovely
The egg nog looks great
The gingerbread men look like they could dance
I got a great man to date
But there's no toilet paper in the bathroom.
The china is grand
Boy does the silver shine
Love those Christmas phone calls
The decorations of red and green divine
But there's no toilet paper in the bathroom.
The stockings so lovely
The mantel with greens
The smell of the pine boughs
The best scent ever it seems
But there's no toilet paper in the bathroom
And I don't know what to do
But Merry Christmas everyone
Just hope you don't have to poo. |
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A Christmas Prayer
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Loving Father, help us to remember the birth
of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels,
the gladness of the shepherds,
and the worship of the wise men.
Close the door of hate and
open the door of love all over the world.
Let kindness come with every gift and
good desires with every greeting.
Deliver us from evil by the blessing
which Christ brings, and teach us to
be merry with clear hearts.
May the Christmas morning make us happy
to be Thy children, and the Christmas evening
bring us to our beds with grateful thoughts,
forgiving and forgiven, for Jesus' sake. Amen! |
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My Thanksgiving Poem
by Takia Hamilton
Thanksgiving is only three days away
I'm going out of town on this very special day.
I will visit the other side of family and eat.
Dressing and really good turkey meat.
I will have a good time and Eat, Eat, Eat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eating is not the only thing I'm thankful for.
I'm thankful for family and so very, very much more.
I'm thankful for the life God gave me.
I'm thankful for the chance to go to school.
To run and play in the sun to be a kid and have fun.
I'm thankful for so very much more.
I'm thankful for the roof over my head.
Sometimes all kids should stop and say,' I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
To their mom's grandparents, and siblings just so they'll know you are thankful
for them and you love them so. |
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O'Twas The Night Before Jesus Came
by Dianne Frances Donenfeld in 1988
O'Twas the night before Jesus came
And all through the house
Not a creature was praying, not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care,
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap,
Was watching The Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here.
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment that this must be The Day.
The light of His face made me cover my head;
It was Jesus! Returning just like he said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw Him in spite of myself.
In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name,
When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His Father above.
With those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight.
In the words of this poem the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call,
We'll find that the Bible was true after all! |
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When He Died
by TrueBlu9
Lights are flashing, people are dashing,
it's so cold out it would kill a snowman,
Cash register's ringing, Caroler's singing,
and a man digs through a trash can.
Everyone's shopping, nobody's stopping,
as he holds out the paper cup he's found,
With holiday cheer, filling the air,
he begs from his seat on the cold ground.
Music is playing, everyone's saying,
Merry Christmas and oh yes Happy New Year,
Yet all step around, the man on the ground,
pretending there's no one to see there.
Hungry and cold, broken and old,
With a beard and all dirty they think he's strange,
Their filled with detest, by his simple request,
can you please help me out with some spear change.
No one would dare, to venture near,
the old man with change to be given,
All stepped aside, as he walked with no pride,
to the alley with the box that he lives in.
On the way there, he happened hear,
these words from the mouth of a small child,
Look! Santa Claus!, which made him pause,
then he turned and he winked and he smiled.
His eyes twinkled bright, on that cold winters night,
when he climbed in his box from the storm,
As he laid down his head, on his newspaper bed,
the words of that child kept him warm.
And the very next day, when they brushed away,
the snow from the box where he lied,
They all thought it strange, he'd have cup fill of change,
and a smile on his face when he died. |
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The Christmas Child
by George Macdonald
Little one, who straight hast come
Down the heavenly stair,
Tell us all about your home,
And the father there."
"He is such a one as I
Like as like can be.
Do his will, and, by and by,
Home and him you'll see." |
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Mary Had A Little Lamb
by M. Nightingale
THE Blessed Mary had a lamb,
It too was white as snow,
Far whiter than I ever am--
Always and always so.
She found it lying in the stall
Wherefrom the oxen fed,
With hay for bedding, hay for shawl,
And hay beneath its head.
She followed near it every day
In all the paths it trod,
She knew her lamb could never stray
(It was the Lamb of God).
And when the cloud of angels came
And hid It from her sight,
Its heart was near her all the same
Because her own was white.
So when she slept white lilies screened
Her sleep from all alarms,
Till from His Throne her white lamb leaned
And waked her in His Arms. |
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Baby's First Christmas
by Alice E Chase
You have to hold him up to see
The angel on the Christmas tree.
And even though he's still too small
To know the meaning of it all
You watch his eyes reflect the glow
Of colored lights that come and go
And feel him quiver with delight
At every new and wondrous sight.
There's Santa with his jolly face
Beaming from the fireplace.
And from the stocking hanging there
Peeks a cuddly teddy bear.
Bright ornaments and candy canes --
Musical toy and wooden trains --
There's just no end to the delights
Spread out for him this night of nights!
He points and grins from ear to ear
And then he yawns - his bedtime's near!
Dad gives him a kiss and you tuck him away
To rest up for the fun of his first Christmas Day! |
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