Holiday Poem Collection

Merry Christmas From Heaven This Very Special Poem was read the first year we lost our mother at Christmastime. Written by John Mooney the Poem Card reads: I still hear the songs, I still see the lights I still feel your love on cold wintry nights I still share your hopes and all of your cares I'll even remind you to still say your prayers I just want to tell you, you still make me proud You stand head and shoulders above all the crowd Keep trying each moment to stay in his grace I came here before you to help set your place You don't have to be perfect all the time He forgives you the slip, if you continue the climb To my family and friends Please be thankful today I'm still close beside you, In a new special way I love you all dearly Now don't shed a tear Cause I'm spending my Christmas with Jesus this year. Help Wanted Santa needs new reindeer. The first bunch has grown old. Dasher has arthritis; Comet hates the cold. Prancer's sick of staring at Dancer's big behind. Cupid married Blitzen and Donder lost his mind. Dancer's mad at Vixen for stepping on his toes. Vixen's being thrown out— she laughed at Rudolph's nose. If you are a reindeer we hope you will apply. There is just one tricky part: You must know how to fly. By Timothy Tocher The First Christmas It never snows at Christmas in that dry and dusty land. Instead of freezing blizzards, there are palms and drifting sands, and years ago a stable and a most unusual star and three wise men who followed it, by camel, not by car, while, sleepy on the quiet hills, a shepherd gave a cry. He'd seen a crowd of angels in the silent starlit sky. In the stable, ox and ass stood very still and calm and gazed upon the baby, safe and snug in Mary's arms. And Joseph, lost in shadows, face lit by an oil lamp's glow stood wondering, that first Christmas Day, two thousand years ago By Marian Swinger Read more from: Macmillan Collector's Library Thanks For Visiting

Gingerbread Man...

If you're lonely tonight and your heart is breaking, and you're wishing for companionship because your body is aching, then you can count on him for the warmth you're craving. His heart is loyal and true, never misbehaving. He never cheats, never steals, never lies. Go ahead and try him. Look in his eyes. He'll calmly listen when you speak, a cheery smile on his candy cheeks. He doesn't say much, but he tries to understand, and there's no doubt about it, he'll feel right in your hand. So tall, dark, and handsome, he's endlessly warm and enticing, good enough to top with vanilla icing. Yes, he's a gingerbread man, a man with charm and class; never a bore, never crass. Some may say he's brainless but his heart is so yummy, that he more than makes up for being a dummy. Maybe he won't give you a night that you'll never forget, but he could be the best man you've ever had yet. "Gingerbread Man," written by Bobette Bryan, 2003 Thanks For Visiting

12 Days Of Whimsical Images

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Twelve Days of Christmas Mail

On the twelfth day of Christmas my mailman brought to me: twelve bills demanding, eleven catalogs a selling, ten credit card offers, nine junk mail circulars, eight vacation deals, seven medical bills, six refinance rejections, FIVE SHUT OFF NOTICES, four long distance offers, three outrageous tax bills, two insurance suspension notices, and a huge credit card bill! "Twelve Days of Mail," written by Bobette Bryan, 2003 Thanks For Visiting

Twas An Interactive Accordion Calendar

Have fun with this unique online Advent calendar. Each day a new verse from 'Twas the Night Before Christmas is revealed along with a corresponding picture. ’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads. And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!” As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.” Adapted from: 'Twas the Night Before Christmas' Online Advent Calendar Thanks For Visiting

Paul Harvey - “A Christmas Memory”

Master storyteller Paul Harvey shares “A Christmas Memory” 10-year-old Charlie was out with his mom during his Christmas vacation. The family had earlier decided to spend some time in the countryside. Charlie was surprised to find how lovely the white snow looked, unlike the busy streets where the snow was blackened by the heavy traffic. His mom had asked him if he wanted to go for a car ride, to which Charlie readily agreed. So, the mom and son drove down the snow-laden lane. However, as they drove by, it began snowing heavily a mile down the road. Their car slid to one side of the road into the shallow snow drift. Charlie thought it was fun, while his mother smiled at him and tried to reverse the car, but it was useless. Unfortunately, the car was stuck. Thankfully, there was a house nearby. The strangers were friendly and allowed them to use the phone, and soon some people came to rescue the adventurers. Paul Harvey had the voice and the storytelling talent to enthrall and surprise the listeners. Harvey’s audience was curious till the end about who the story was all about. Finally, he revealed the names of the real people behind the adventure-filled story as Queen Elizabeth & little Charles, heir to the throne (now king). Harvey ended the story with his catchphrase, “And now you know, his favorite Christmas recollection, now that you know the rest of the story.” One of Paul Harvey's The Rest of the Story Christmas memories is about a father who calls his son each Christmas to tell him that the Christmas light in their hometown is still burning bright. The story goes like this:  Jimmy leaves Baldwin, Missouri to see what's beyond. He grows up to become Major James Robinson, a chaplain in the United States Army stationed in Arizona. Each Christmas, Jimmy's father Walter calls him with the same news: the Christmas light in Baldwin is still burning bright. Harvey's The Rest of the Story was a radio broadcast that often aired in the mid-afternoon. The broadcasts would end with a variation of the tagline, "And now you know...the rest of the story".  You can listen to Paul Harvey and The Rest of the Story on Spotify.  - AI Overview Story Text Source: MadlyOdd.com Thanks For Visiting