'Tis the day before Christmas
'Tis the day before Christmas and all through the house everyone is stirring even a mouse. The kids are at it, screaming and more carol singers sing out then knock on the door. The phone joins in springing to life Husband’s still shopping it’s a message for wife. There are no turkeys anywhere to be found he is trawling the shops going round and around. Mum goes back, to yet more chores, as the kids race round slamming the doors. The day continues going from bad to worse, Christmas or not out slips a curse. But in due course the kids go to bed, sleep is evasive, Santa fills a child's head The adults now have to creep up and down, helping Santa leave gifts, without one small frown. Finally they too go to their bed straight to sleep, the sleep of the dead. Two hours later, or so it seems, the kids are awake, they can hear from their screams. “Look what he’s brought me”, shout Kerry and Pete, whilst poor Mum and Dad, simply wish for more sleep.
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'Tis Christmas Day now Both far and near Yet in so many places there will be little cheer. Spare a thought then for others this day Those with no smile, no joy coming their way. The sad and the lonely, the sick and the poor those fighting in countries war torn and more. If you are enjoying a Christmas more blessed is it because you are lucky and you live in the West? For all of our troubles, and all of our strife, most of us live a reasonable life. Some may fare better, such is the way, but none should have nothing this Christmas Day. Look in your heart and share what you can. I bet you are stuffed having eaten all but the pan. But Christmas is more than gifts and pure greed it is about helping others especially those in need. Even giving a little can do so much good and happiness is catching unless your heart is wood. Santa Claus
When I was young it seemed strange to me that at Christmas time I would sit on the knee, of a rather fat man all dressed in red who on Christmas Eve left presents on my bed. Just how this man travelled here and then there I was not sure and so I would stare, when Santa appeared at our school or a store, and then in a flash be gone through the door. How could this man ride on a sleigh that flew through the sky on our special day? How could he give to so many so fast such beautiful toys that were made to last?. The strangest thing though was that on Christmas night he would climb down our chimney, which must have been tight. So that when we awoke, early Christmas day, our presents were there but not Santa's sleigh. Still, as we all know, now we are grown, mostly its magic bringing Santa to our home. Its best not to wonder just how things appear but enjoy what you are given for Christmas this year. |
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