Zodiac Cat ~ A Christmas Poem

Celebrate the holidays with a whimsical poem  that blends astrology with feline chaos, perfect for any cat lover. The twelve signs gather 'round the tree, To see what Santa Paws will see. But cats don't care for mystic signs, They only care for tinsel lines! Aries starts the midnight fight, Attacking baubles left and right. Taurus sleeps beneath the bough, And wakes to demand his dinner now. Gemini dashes through the halls, Knocking stockings off the walls. Cancer cuddles by the fire, Watching the flames grow ever higher. Leo climbs the spruce so grand, The brightest star in all the land. Virgo grooms their paws so neat, And leaves hairballs right at your feet. Libra weighs the glass tree balls, Then bats them 'til they crash and fall. Scorpio hides inside a box, And ambushes your knitted socks. Sagittarius yowls into the night, Batting the lights that sparkle bright. Capricorn gives the famous glare, Staring down from Santa's chair. Aquarius chews the floral plants, While Pisces does a sleepy dance. No matter which sign they are told, They're rulers of the household! zodiac kitty ornaments by kittensgivestitches Thanks For Visiting

The Innkeepers Wife

How could this be for a babe to be born, Where the animals feed and it's not even warm? I begged and I pleaded, yet not a person was swayed To give up a room for the poor little babe. So there he now lays, this poor little stranger, Swaddled in cloths and laid in a manger. And his sweet mother Mary… you should see her kind face… A woman serene and so full of grace! The shepherds that came in the black of the night-- On their lips was the name of the cute little sprite… They called him Blessed Redeemer…Emmanuel- And wonderful tidings they continue to tell! Heavenly angels and a bright guiding star, Came from the East to where we are now, It shines a bright path for wayfaring men, To the dearest and best of all Bethlehem… I will wonder and ponder this strangest event, For I, too believe this babes heaven sent… The Messiah and Savior in my feeding trough? Somehow… I know…he'll be enough! Full Page Greeting | SpiritIsUp Thanks For Visiting

The Mice Before Christmas (Story & ebook)

A Mouse House Tale of the Night Before Christmas Words by Anne L. Watson - Pictures by Wendy Edelson View book on FlipHTML5 ’Twas the day before ’Twas the day before Christmas, and all through their house, The mice were preparing. There wasn’t a mouse who didn’t join in for the holiday flurry. From top floor to bottom, they’d bustle and scurry. Their party was planned for that evening at eight, With so much to finish before it got late! So, they scrambled and scampered — no task was neglected — To deck out the halls for the guests they expected. While Mama and Papa were trimming the tree, The parlor was locked, and they’d taken the key. The children crept close to the keyhole to stare, But saw only curtains, and maybe a chair. Then Uncle festooned the front door with bright trims, With garlands of holly and evergreen limbs, And garnished the branches, from doorstep to header, With morsels of chocolate and pieces of cheddar. The twins, in the front yard, were building twin snow mice, While Aunt, in the kitchen, made gingerbread dough mice. She opened the oven to check on the cooking, And Billy snitched cookies while Aunt wasn’t looking. Upstairs in their bedroom, the littlest mice Began wrapping gifts, doing everything twice. They cut paper crooked, got tape in their fur, And switched all the labels for him and for her. Then with sisters and brothers, they thronged through the hall To hang up their stockings. It took a whole wall! Excitement kept building — while patience did not — Till the clock in the hallway reached eight on the dot. As the chimes started sounding, the door was thrown wide, And the guests in their finery crowded inside. Good wishes and greetings turned into a din Of merriments traded again and again. “Merry Christmas to you!” “And to all in your nest!” “I hope that the New Year will bring you the best!” They chatted and drank steaming cider from mugs That often got spilled in affectionate hugs. While Grandpa played tunes on an upright piano, Matilda joined in with her squeaky soprano. The mice gathered round, singing carols in parts. Their voices rose high as they sang from their hearts. At last it was time for the gifts! So they flocked To the room with the tree, the big doors now unlocked. The tree was so lovely, they gasped with delight. It sparkled and shimmered, its candles so bright! Its garlands of beads hung from silvery ties, And the star shone on top like a star from the skies. Beneath it were packages, gifts by the dozens, For all the relations, for fourth and fifth cousins, And presents for neighbors, and one for each friend, For schoolfellows, tradespeople — gifts without end. The mice unwrapped presents and savored the pleasure Of each special thoughtfulness, each little treasure. The gifts for the children were small, but they knew, While they slept, Santa Mouse would be bringing some, too! And after the singing and gifts came the feast. Food enough for a week of such parties, at least! There was course after course, and huge platters of cheese. No dish was left out that could possibly please! A flaming plum pudding came last, then the toasts To the friends and relations, the guests and the hosts. When all of the tributes and thanks had been said, The sleepy small children were bundled to bed. Then they pushed back the tables and cleared off the floor As a seven-piece orchestra came through the door. The conductor stood tall, his baton gave the cues, And they danced like they all meant to wear out their shoes. They were dancing in lines, they were dancing in pairs. They waltzed down the hallways, they polkaed up stairs. They spilled out the doorway in time with the tune And danced with the snow mice beneath the full moon. And as they were dancing, what sight caught their eyes? A colorful, fast-moving blur in the skies! Then clearly they saw it: a brilliant red sleigh. And lo and behold, it was headed their way! The hamsters that drew it were golden and white, While their harness was crimson. A marvelous sight! The sleigh streaked down wildly and landed quite hard With all of the hamsters, right there in their yard. Then their eyes all grew wide as the driver stepped down With a look quite perplexed and a puzzling frown. “It’s Santa Mouse!” “Santa Mouse!” all of them cried. And they ran to the sleigh to escort him inside. But Santa Mouse stood by his hamsters and said, “I’m sorry to say that there’s trouble ahead. A problem I’ve never run into before! I won’t fit your chimney, or even your door! You’ve so many children, and all were so good, I’m afraid this big bag won’t squeeze through as it should.” Then Mama replied to him, “Don’t be afraid! We’ll bring in the gifts like a bucket brigade!” So, they set up a line and passed one to another, From neighbor to friend, and from father to mother. When all was inside, Santa came in the house, And he filled up a stocking for each little mouse. Then all the big toys, he set under the tree While he joked and he laughed. It was jolly to see! Then Grandma, with cookies and milk for his thirst, Said, “Don’t you dare go till you’ve eaten this first!” He gratefully munched and declared through a bite, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” When Santa Mouse left, all the guests went home, too. They were nearly worn out, there’d been so much to do! Then the rest of the family fell into beds, Too tired for sugarplums dancing through heads. ’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring — — not even a mouse. Transcipt from OceanofPDF.com Also from Skyhook Press ... The Secret of Gingerbread Village - PDF - Words and Pictures by Anne L. Watson Katie Mouse and the Christmas Door - PDF - Words and Pictures by Anne L. Watson Katie Mouse and the Perfect Wedding - PDF - Words and Pictures by Anne L. Watson if Wishes were Fishes - PDF - Words and Pictures by Anne L. Watson On Christmas Eve - PDF - Words and Pictures by Anne L. Watson About The Author Anne L. Watson is the author/illustrator of the Katie Mouse and Coco Mouse books, as well as the author of numerous craft books and novels for adults. Her illustrations are imaginative collages assembled and manipulated in Photoshop. The Mice Before Christmas: A Mouse House Tale of the Night Before Christmas (With a Visit from Santa Mouse) PDF and Images courtesy of Amazon Also see the companion: The Mice Before Christmas Coloring Book: A Grayscale Adult Coloring Book and Children's Storybook Featuring a Mouse House Tale of the Night Before Christmas Paperback – September 15, 2022 by Skyhook Coloring Storybooks , Anne L Watson (Author), Wendy Edelson (Illustrator) Thanks For Visiting

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

Storytime Day 25: From A Soldier At Christmas Time

I’ll be with you for Christmas, In each twinkling light you see. I’ll be the angel of love this year, That tops your Christmas tree. As the snow flakes start to fall, Floating gently to the ground. There I’ll be for you to touch, In each flake I can be found. The voice you hear in your heart, As you sing your carols of cheer, Will be mine joining in with yours, So there’s no reason for tears. The many long miles between us, Will cease to exist Christmas day. I’ll be right there inside your heart, Until I can come home to stay. Stars you see, well I see them too, We’ll share the soft moonlit sky. Soon I’ll hold you once again, You’ll see how time will fly. © Norma Marek ~ 6th December 2003 Thanks For Visiting

Storytime Day 11: The Sugar-Plum Tree

"The Sugar-Plum Tree" is reprinted from Poems of Childhood. Eugene Field. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1904. THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE   by: Eugene Field (1850-1895) Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? 'T is a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore of the Lollipop sea In the garden of Shut-Eye Town; The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet (As those who have tasted it say) That good little children have only to eat Of that fruit to be happy next day. When you 've got to the tree, you would have a hard time To capture the fruit which I sing; The tree is so tall that no person could climb To the boughs where the sugar-plums swing! But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat, And a gingerbread dog prowls below-- And this is the way you contrive to get at Those sugar-plums tempting you so: You say but the word to that gingerbread dog And he barks with such terrible zest That the chocolate cat is at once all agog, As her swelling proportions attest. And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around From this leafy limb unto that, And the sugar-plums tumble, of course, to the ground-- Hurrah for that chocolate cat! There are marshmallows, gumdrops, and peppermint canes, With stripings of scarlet or gold, And you carry away of the treasure that rains As much as your apron can hold! So come, little child, cuddle closer to me In your dainty white nightcap and gown, And I 'll rock you away to that Sugar-Plum Tree In the garden of Shut-Eye Town. Thanks For Visiting

Little Ol Ladies - Little Ol Men

"The Christmas tree, whether large or small, is the symbol of the power our ancestors attributed to evergreen plants, as survivors of winter."   Little old ladies, little old men, On Christmas shopping sprees, Hugging purses, clutching billfolds, As they search for Christmas trees.   Artificial, plastic trees, That come in greens and whites, Pre-decorated and pre-lit, With pretty twinkling lights.   Oh, so many - all alike, Shaky fingers lift them down, Carefully they look at them, Turning each tree round and round.   Where's the price tag?  Who can read it? The print is smaller now, you know, Oh ... that's too much ... put it back, There are cheaper ones below.   There's a little one that's pretty, Oh yes ... but ... it's so small, You know, we never had a tree, Less than six feet tall.   Well, no more trees like that, my dear, That was then; this is now, You can't handle one that big, Where would you put it anyhow?   Oh ... that's right ... of course, For a moment ... I forgot, I was thinking of the kids What they wanted, when I shopped.   "LADY, DO YOU WANT THAT TREE? PLEASE MAKE UP YOUR MIND! THERE'S OTHER PEOPLE WAITING HERE, YOU'RE HOLDING UP THE LINE!"   Oh dear ... oh my ... oh pardon me, I guess I'm in the way, I was just looking for a tree, To have on Christmas day.   There ... that one ... that's the one, The green one ... up in front, No ... not the white one ... I want green, Yes, that's the tree I want.   Little old ladies, little old men, Their chosen trees in grocery sacks, Hurrying home to decorate, With bits of this and bits of that.   In the evening, home alone, Tiny, twinkling Christmas trees, Are cheering gentle, lonely souls, And stirring up old memories.   Christmas is for kids, they say, I've heard that time and time again, But that's not fair; it must be shared, With these old ladies and old men.   Six-foot trees and toys and things, Are children's Christmas pleasures, But plastic trees and memories, Are old folk's Christmas treasures.   Little old ladies, little old men Sometimes cry at Christmas time, Caught up in special, private thoughts, With precious pictures in their minds.   Let them have their tiny trees, These old ladies and old men, Let them enjoy the Day their way, One day you may be one of them.   Virginia (Ginny) Ellis Copyright December 2002 ~ Revised December 2005 Thanks For Visiting

Christmas Trees In Heaven

[enlarge] (In memory of Christine Elizabeth Hanson) >  Mamma, are there Christmas trees in Heaven? Do the lights flash off and on? Is the tinsel gold, or silver, or blue? Tell me what do all those angels do. Do they hang the ornaments on each green branch? Do the angels hold candles and do a Christmas dance? Is there snow of white and ribbons of gold? Tell me what each branch holds. Does anyone place a star at the very top? Are there candy canes and chocolate drops? Do you still tie red ribbons your special way? Tell me what do you do in Heaven on Christmas day. Does anyone bring you a card or a poinsettia there? Do you still have apples and oranges like we used to share? Are there Christmas dinners with pecan pie? Do you remember as the Christmas tree came down how you used to cry? All these questions run through my mind tonight. It's just that Christmas without you Mamma just doesn't seem right. I know in Heaven you are forever happy throughout the year. I know there is not a worry, a regret, or a tear. I know you are with the angels who sing around the throne. I know you are never hungry, tired, or alone. Light up a star for me if you get the time. I will know it is yours when I see its light shine. Thanks For Visiting

Christmas Greetings from a Fairy to a Child

Lady dear, if Fairies may For a moment lay aside Cunning tricks and elfish play, 'Tis at happy Christmas-tide. We have heard the children say— Gentle children, whom we love— Long ago, on Christmas Day, Came a message from above. Still, as Christmas-tide comes round, They remember it again— Echo still the joyful sound "Peace on earth, good-will to men!" Yet the hearts must childlike be Where such heavenly guests abide: Unto children, in their glee, All the year is Christmas-tide! Thus, forgetting tricks and play For a moment, Lady dear, We would wish you, if we may, Merry Christmas, glad New Year! LEWIS CARROLL. Christmas, ©1867.  Dream Duster by St Clair, Mary Baxter Thanks For Visiting

Crying In The Night

Do you hear what I hear? Crying in the night. A babe is born in Bethlehem. What a wonderous sight! A star shines brightly to lead the way to Him. Wise men travel by the light; God is leading them. Lying in a manger, no room at the crowded inn. His short life on earth was about to begin. What a story this would be all through the ages, One that would fill many of our Bible pages. This tiny Babe, wrapped in His Father’s love, Sent to us from heaven far, far above. Oh yes how perfect He was in every way, Sent to give His life just for us someday. He was a gift from God to this world we live in, His only begotten Son, to save us from sin. Oh, how He loves us! The pain and scorn He bore, So we could have the chance of life evermore. All the miracles He did while He lived on the earth, Was why God gave us this most holy birth. It showed that our God in heaven was with us each day, And taught many people how to kneel and pray. I cry when Christmas leaves our Jesus out, After all, Jesus is what Christmas is about. Not lights and trees or gifts we really can’t afford, This Christmas let us see if we can worship our Lord. Author © Norma Marek ~ 12-1-87 Read more of Mrs. Marek's poetry here. The painting is by ©Liz Lemon Swindle.  It is used with permission of the Christ Centered Mall's Christian Art Center.  Moon And Back Graphics: http://www.moonandbackgraphics.com Christ Centered Mall: http://www.christcenteredmall.com/ Thanks For Visiting

Guessing Time

It's guessing time at our house; every evening after tea We start guessing what old Santa's going to leave us on our tree. Everyone of us holds secrets that the others try to steal, And that eyes and lips are plainly having trouble to conceal. And a little lip that quivered just a bit the other night Was a sad and startling warning that I mustn't guess it right. "Guess what you will get for Christmas!" is the cry that starts the fun. And I answer: "Give the letter with which the name's begun." Oh, the eyes that dance around me and the joyous faces there Keep me nightly guessing wildly: "Is it something I can wear?" I implore them all to tell me in a frantic sort of way And pretend that I am puzzled, just to keep them feeling gay. Oh, the wise and knowing glances that across the table fly And the winks exchanged with mother, that they think I never spy; Oh, the whispered confidences that are poured into her ear, And the laughter gay that follows when I try my best to hear! Oh, the shouts of glad derision when I bet that it's a cane, And the merry answering chorus: "No, it's not. Just guess again!" It's guessing time at our house, and the fun is running fast, And I wish somehow this contest of delight could always last, For the love that's in their faces and their laugh-ter ringing clear Is their dad's most precious present when the Christmas time is near. And soon as it is over, when the tree is bare and plain, I shall start in looking forward to the time to guess again. "Guessing Time" by Edgar Guest "Guessing Time" by Edgar Guest Image source: https://internetpoem.com Thanks For Visiting

Secrets Of Christmas

I think the happiest time of year Surely is Christmas with all it's cheer. Listening to carols being sung Hearing sleigh bells gaily rung. Children with innocent eyes, aglow; Bundled up, to play in the snow. Hoping to see Santa on Christmas night; That jolly old fellow, in crimson and white. Shoppers with packages under their arm Hurrying home where the fire is warm; Hiding the gifts so no one can see; Keeping secrets, trimming the tree. Bows on the puppy; bells on the cat; Grandpa is sporting a red and white hat; Grandma is knitting a holiday vest; All of the children behaving their best. Secrets of Christmas, they think I don't know How Santa gets here, through all of the snow. So I shan't tell them; wont spoil their intentions; But Santa's wife comes along to give him directions! Toni Britton (The Calico's Mom) Nov. 5, 2001 Thanks For Visiting

A Christmas Wish

I snuggled down into the quilt And held my teddy bear tight. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep On that wondrous Christmas night. I wanted to see Santa Claus When he came into my house. I laid as still as still could be; Becoming quiet as a mouse. I left a note on the window sill; I printed it nice and clear; It meant so very much to me Telling Santa my wish that year. My wish was a very simple one; It was Santa I wanted to see; I wanted to watch as he put our gifts Under the Christmas tree. I heard the reindeer on the roof And Santa's " HO, HO, HO". Quietly leaving my warm safe bed; Down the stairs we two did go. Yes, I got my wish by seeing him; It made my heart so glad; But it was a bit surprising For he looked just like my Dad!  Toni Britton The Calico's Mom October 21, 2001

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Jiminy Cricket Narration

May you Always Hold Christmas as a Child in your Memories and in your Heart

The Christmas Wait

Twas the night before Christmas; My sister and I Were snug in our bed, With the quilts pulled up high.  We made an agreement That very same day, Wanting to see Santa; Awake we would stay. Old Mr. Teddy Bear To keep us from harm; Marmalade, our sweet kitten Would keep us both warm.  "Are you awake"? I asked with a yawn. "Yes, of course", she replied "I will stay up till dawn!"  We never will know What happened that night, For when we got up, It was already light.  And Santa had been there; Now how could that be? We both were awake At a quarter to three.  We only just closed Our eyes just to rest, For the Sandman had come; A most unwanted guest.  And sprinkled the grains In our eyes, so you see, We simply had to close them; And then he did flee.  I'm sure he told Santa Its safe, their asleep; That's when Santa came in And right by us did creep.  Next year will be different; We'll sit by the fire instead And wait up for Santa; We  won't go to bed!

Image Artist : Donna Green - Limited Edition Print -The Night Before Christmas

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Christmas Time

The snow is steadily falling On the rooftops and the trees; Swirling into fluffy drifts, On a cold, wintry breeze. Ice skating on the frozen pond, Building a fire to warm our feet; Singing Christmas carols, Hurrying home for a special treat. Inside wonderful smells coming From the kitchen; for you see; Its time for holly and mistletoe And trimming the Christmas tree. Ginger bread, cookies, and pumpkin pie, Apple cider and eggnog too, Fruitcakes laden with nuts and fruit; Mom's wonderful homemade stew. The hall is decorated with silver bells; The front door sports a bow; Colored lights strung on the tree, Making all the windows glow. Presents tucked beneath the tree Tempting one to squeeze and shake; Putting them back very carefully; Their contents to contemplate. Bursting into the kitchen From the cold, our cheeks so red; Drinking steaming mugs of chocolate; Then excitedly going to bed. Wonderful Christmas memories; Scents of cinnamon and pine, Sleigh rides, Santa, and secrets kept; Of childhood; these are mine. Toni Britton The Calico's Mom Oct. 28, 2001 Thanks For Visiting

The Christmas Tree

Flakes of snow were falling As we cut our Christmas tree. It was a Holiday tradition, Done ceremoniously. Every year about this time As Christmas came around; We'd hike up to the mountains And a gorgeous tree was found. We pulled it through the forest As we sang a Christmas song. An old family tradition; All the family came along. The horses would wait impatiently To take us homeward bound; Anxious to go back to the barn They pawed the snowy ground. The ride back home was enchanting As the moon and stars appeared; Laughter filled the nighttime sky; Christmas Day was getting near. And after all the decorations Were hung with special care; We'd gather round the tree so grand And in wonderment did stare. I shall always remember How it was such a thrill; Hunting the perfect Christmas tree; Memories I cherish still. Toni Britton The Calico's Mom  October 22, 2001 Thanks For Visiting

Santa's Having a Bad Night

Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the house, All the stomachs were churning, Cause they ate that dumb mouse. When down through the Chimney, Did Saint Nick fall, the alarm was tripped, and to the police went a call. He fell on his face, and let out a big roar, then fell loose bricks, there were forty or more. Bruises and scratches, and a bump on his head, Santa fell down, Perhaps he was dead? Alas he was not, and up he staggered, slightly drunk and cursing Jimmy Swaggart. A black and white pulled up with red lights a'flashing, Ole' Saint Nick just started and said, "S-S-S-Simply ssssmashing." The Family awoke, and readied their Mace, And Ole Nick just fell flat on his face. The police rushed in, but before they could react, Eight tiny reindeer Started to attack. The fighting went on At a sickening pace, Santa wasn't much help, He was still on his face. The violence was terrible. The car, how it flew! But finally into "the drunk tank" St. Nicholas they threw. They took him to the station, And threw the old man away, But eight tiny reindeer sprang him, And he hopped back in his sleigh. And I heard him exclaim, As he drove out of sight, "Forget you all and Make your own Christmas Night!" Author Unknown

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Greatest Gift

Christmas is coming very soon, A time for joy and mirth. Time to celebrate once again, Our Savior Jesus’ birth! Most are truly happy to see, Holidays come once more. Decorations pretty and bright, Christmas wreaths on the door! Yet, there are some that feel lonely, Family visits may be few. Everyone is busy it seems, So many things to do. They wait and think of Christmas' past, Oh! how sweet they were. Santa Clause and Christmas trees! The household all astir! They long to see their loved ones, And hope it will be soon. They think of happy times gone past, When they hear a Christmas tune. Maybe tomorrow they will come, Dear Lord, please bring them home. Oh, this would be the greatest gift, That they have ever known! © Southbreeze  Thanks For Visiting