Wishing everyone a wonderful Christmas!
Susan
IT'S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE....
We had snow this afternoon and evening! I love to watch it coming down!Hope you're enjoying this happy season! Isn't it nice the way the festive decorations brighten up the home when outside looks so dreary (unless the snow sticks, & then it's beautiful outside, too!).
This was taken out on our front porch....
& here are a few pictures from inside our home.........
Old ornaments from our very first Christmas tree...
The Week Before Christmas 'Twas the week before Christmas,
and all through the town,
Not a sign of Baby Jesus,
was anywhere to be found.
The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores,
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores.
No one sang, "Away in a manger,
no crib for a bed."
Instead, they sang of Santa,
dressed up in bright red.
Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank from a tap.
As hour upon hour
the presents they'd wrap.
Then what from the TV
did they suddenly hear?
An ad, which told of a
sale down at Sears.
So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash,
Buying some things on credit,
and others with cash!
And, as they made their way home
from their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh, no, not at all.
Their lives were so busy
with their Christmas time things,
They had no time to remember
Christ Jesus, the King.
There were presents to wrap
and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember
the One who died for their sake?
To pray to the Savior,
they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time to
"Shop till they drop!"
On Wal-mart! On K-mart!
On Target! On Penney's!
On Hallmark! On Macy's!
A quick lunch at Denny's!
From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall,
They would dash away, dash away,
and visit them all!
And up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter,
As grandpa hung icicle lights,
using his new ladder.
He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
Yet, he never once prayed,
to the 'Light of the World'.
Christ's eyes--how they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit--how merry!
Christ's love--how enormous!
All of our burdens--He'll carry!
So instead of being busy,
overworked, and uptight.
Let's put Christ back in Christmas,
and enjoy a good night.
& HAPPY NEW YEAR
CHRISTMAS POEM: 'NO ROOM'
NO ROOM
“No room for Him,” the keeper said
That night so long ago,
“My inn is crowded, don’t you see,
The rooms now overflow.”
It’s just a Child,” he must have thought,
A family, poor and plain:
My inn is filled with paying guests.
How could I dare explain?”
And thus, he turned aside from One
Who chose a humble birth
To enter into human form
And save all men on earth.
But lo, the shepherds in the hills
Were called, the Babe to greet;
They followed then the brilliant star
And worshipped at His feet!
“No room for Him,” cry men today,
As through the world they plod;
“My life is crowded, don’t you see?
I have no room for God.
How could I dare explain to all
My friends who question me,
That Jesus came to save my soul
From sin, to set me free?"
O God, forbid that we become
As keepers of the inn,
And have our lives so crowded
That we have no room for Him.
But now may we, Thy children dear,
Unworthy though we are,
Become as shepherds long ago,
And follow now His star!
Kathryn Slasor
“No room for Him,” the keeper said
That night so long ago,
“My inn is crowded, don’t you see,
The rooms now overflow.”
It’s just a Child,” he must have thought,
A family, poor and plain:
My inn is filled with paying guests.
How could I dare explain?”
And thus, he turned aside from One
Who chose a humble birth
To enter into human form
And save all men on earth.
But lo, the shepherds in the hills
Were called, the Babe to greet;
They followed then the brilliant star
And worshipped at His feet!
“No room for Him,” cry men today,
As through the world they plod;
“My life is crowded, don’t you see?
I have no room for God.
How could I dare explain to all
My friends who question me,
That Jesus came to save my soul
From sin, to set me free?"
O God, forbid that we become
As keepers of the inn,
And have our lives so crowded
That we have no room for Him.
But now may we, Thy children dear,
Unworthy though we are,
Become as shepherds long ago,
And follow now His star!
Kathryn Slasor
I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY
I HEARD THE BELLS ON CHRISTMAS DAY***
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play
And mild and sweet the words repeat,
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
--
I thought how as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along th' unbroken song
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."
--
'Til 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!
***
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