There's More To Christmas

There's more to Christmas,
There's more, much more to Christmas,
Than candle-light and cheer;
It's the spirit of sweet friendship,
That brightens all the year,
It's thoughtfulness and kindness,
It's hope reborn again,
For peace, for understanding,
And for goodwill to men!

Christmas Acrostic

Carols and candles aglow in the night,
Hearth fires blazing all cozy and bright,
Red-leaved poinsettia ,white Christmas rose,
Ice skaters whirling on ice as it snows,
Sleigh bells and Santas,
Tinsel-trimmed tress,
Mistletoe magic and warm memories,
Angel all bringing glad tidings anew,
Seasons's best wishes specially for you!

The Carols

Christmas is finally here,
The sound of the carols fill the cold air,
Singing joyfully those Christmas songs
And the hearers can merrily sing along.

Every note, every line
Digs into my heart so divine,
Angelic voices resounding in the night,
Along with the guitar strummed in delight.

The carols shift from hymns to jives,
Sounding glorious as the melody thrives,
Filled with awe as I harden quietly,
The night is cold but peace overwhelms me.

The Christmas Story

Once upon a time,

A long,long time ago;

Begins the story of a baby,

That most of you should know.

His daddy's name was Joseph,

And Mary was His mom,

This baby was very special,

He was God's only son.

Some angels came from heaven,

And they began to sing,

To the shepherds in field below,

"Glad tidings do we bring!"

A bright star lit the heavens,

To light the magi's way,

To the baby in the manger,

Who was born on Christmas day.

And all who gathered round Him,

Rejoiced and praise His birth,

For the baby ,the king, named Jesus.

Is our Savior here on earth!

Christmas Colors

I see the city at its most dazzling,
When the lights are on that are eye popping,
Christmas colors come into view,
Like red green, yellow and blue.

Red means love shared with everyone,
Bitter discords are finally gone,
Painting the town red at its full swing,
What a wonderful joy this season brings.

Yellow works best when paired to other colors,
Yellow brings warmth in people's embraces,
Sparkling gold can be seen everywhere,
In tinsels,candles, and Christmas stars that glare.

Some feel blue when they miss someone,
Some dream for a white Christmas as stated in the song,
Green is the color of nature and fertility,
Embedded in the mistletoe's and Christmas trees.

Whatever meaning these colors may tell,
We still look back to the first noel,
It's the reason why we have this merry-making,
That night was the birth of our savoir king .

The Meaning Of Christmas...

Far away in Bethlehem, a baby boy was born,
Born with neither riches nor with fame,
Yet wise men came from all around to bring to Him to their gifts,
And peace was felt by all who heard His name.
       
       Angels watched Him as He slept,
       And gently rocked His bed,
       Their voices singing softly in His ear,
       His mother and His father both gave thanks to God above
       For the greatest gift for all,their son , so dear

They knew His life upon this earth
would not be filled with wealth,
They also knew He would encounter strife,
But most of all,they knew that He would be a loving Child,
And teach the love of God throughout His life.

      At the Christmas,as we celebrate this birth of Jesus Christ
      Lets keep in mind the truth of Christmas day,
      For its not the Christmas wrappings,nor the gifts that lie within
      But our gifts of love to others in every way..

Christmas is....

Christmas is not about gifts and toys,
        It's the time when people rejoice,
Christmas is not about food and drinks,
        It's not about this world as everybody thinks.

Christmas is about everlasting love,
        It's thanking the lord for what we have,
Christmas is about sharing and family,
        It's about Christ who love us fully

Jingle bells

Jingle bells,Jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun It is to ride
In a one-horse open sleigh

Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tails ring
Making spirits bright
What fun it is to laugh and sing
A sleighing song tonight

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a ride
And soon Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by my side
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
We got into a drifted bank
And then we got upsot

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh yeah

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open sleigh

Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play, 
And wild and sweet 
The words repeat 
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 

And thought how, as the day had come, 
The belfries of all Christendom 
Had rolled along 
The unbroken song 
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 

Till ringing, singing on its way, 
The world revolved from night to day, 
A voice, a chime, 
A chant sublime 
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 

Then from each black, accursed mouth 
The cannon thundered in the South, 
And with the sound 
The carols drowned 
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 

It was as if an earthquake rent 
The hearth-stones of a continent, 
And made forlorn 
The households born 
Of peace on earth, good-will to men! 

And in despair I bowed my head; 
"There is no peace on earth," I said; 
For hate is strong, 
And mocks the song 
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!" 

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: 
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep; 
The Wrong shall fail, 
The Right prevail, 
With peace on earth, good-will to men."

Christmas Carol

The kings they came from out the south,

   All dressed in ermine fine;

They bore Him gold and chrysoprase,

   And gifts of precious wine.

The shepherds came from out the north,

   Their coats were brown and old;

They brought Him little new-born lambs—

   They had not any gold.

The wise men came from out the east,

   And they were wrapped in white;

The star that led them all the way

   Did glorify the night.

The angels came from heaven high,

   And they were clad with wings;

And lo, they brought a joyful song

   The host of heaven sings.

The kings they knocked upon the door,

   The wise men entered in,

The shepherds followed after them

   To hear the song begin.

The angels sang through all the night

   Until the rising sun,

But little Jesus fell asleep

   Before the song was done.

Christmas Trees

The city had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of snow not come to lie
And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove
A stranger to our yard, who looked the city,
Yet did in country fashion in that there
He sat and waited till he drew us out
A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.
He proved to be the city come again
To look for something it had left behind
And could not do without and keep its Christmas.
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires.
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment
To sell them off their feet to go in cars
And leave the slope behind the house all bare,
Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.
I’d hate to have them know it if I was.
Yet more I’d hate to hold my trees except
As others hold theirs or refuse for them,
Beyond the time of profitable growth,
The trial by market everything must come to.
I dallied so much with the thought of selling.
Then whether from mistaken courtesy
And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether
From hope of hearing good of what was mine,
I said, “There aren’t enough to be worth while.”
“I could soon tell how many they would cut,
You let me look them over.”

“You could look.
But don’t expect I’m going to let you have them.”
Pasture they spring in, some in clumps too close
That lop each other of boughs, but not a few
Quite solitary and having equal boughs
All round and round. The latter he nodded “Yes” to,
Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one,
With a buyer’s moderation, “That would do.”
I thought so too, but wasn’t there to say so.
We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over,
And came down on the north.
He said, “A thousand.”

“A thousand Christmas trees!—at what apiece?”

He felt some need of softening that to me:
“A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars.”

Then I was certain I had never meant
To let him have them. Never show surprise!
But thirty dollars seemed so small beside
The extent of pasture I should strip, three cents
(For that was all they figured out apiece),
Three cents so small beside the dollar friends
I should be writing to within the hour
Would pay in cities for good trees like those,
Regular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools
Could hang enough on to pick off enough.
A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,
As may be shown by a simple calculation.
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.
I can’t help wishing I could send you one,
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas. 

Christmas

After all pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tired, body and mind,
With full cry of affections, quite astray;
I took up the next inn I could find.
There when I came, whom found I but my dear,My dearest Lord, expecting till the grief
Of pleasures brought me to Him, ready there
To be all passengers' most sweet relief?
Oh Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,Wrapt in night's mantle, stole into a manger;
Since my dark soul and brutish is Thy right,
To man of all beasts be not Thou a stranger:
Furnish and deck my soul, that Thou mayst haveA better lodging, than a rack, or grave.