Santa's House

  Mothers Mean Much More on Christmas Day

Mothers mean much more on Christmas day,
Even though they're loved the whole year round.
Rich memories lie knee-deep on the ground,
Recalling years when gifts unopened lay,
Years of Christmases near wild with play,
Christmases of dreams unwrapped and crowned,
Happiness with wings and joy unbound,
Reveling in myths time would betray.
In you there lies the spirit of pure giving,
Sweetness that finds pleasure in my smile,
The gift I can reopen every year.
More than my own, I find your heart forgiving,
A home where I am welcome all the while,
So I can rest assured, for you are near.

 

 

 

 

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem

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 tinny 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, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top 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!

 

 

 

Christmas lights that twinkle
In the cold December night;
Trees all dressed with tinsel
Are such a pretty sight.

Presents wrapped and labeled
And placed beneath the tree;
Children watch and wonder
What they may receive.

People running here and there
With little time to share;
Many have forgotten
Why Christmas time is there.

So many things to purchase,
So many things to do;
Have you stopped to think
What Christmas means to you?

For some it just means money
And how much they can make;
To others, just a ritual,
A game of give and take.

Christmas is more than this,
A time we all should share;
God's son sent down to us,
Our sins for him to bear.

The love that he has shown,
The gift that he has given;
Should shine above all else,
At every Christmas season.

 

 

Here comes Santa and he wants to say
“Hope you have a great Christmas Day.”

A day filled with happiness, joy and love,
With reverent thoughts of God up above.

A day to appreciate the life that we live,
Not just to think of the gifts that we give.

We’ve hurried and scurried ‘til the shopping was done.
Now to relax and enjoy the fun.

Little ones waiting for Santa with glee.
A wonderful thing for the grown-ups to see.

Hug them and love them and tell them “good night.”
They’ll wake in the morning with eyes shining bright.

Early -- too early -- they’ll head for the tree.
But, oh what a joy for you and for me.

Merry Christmas to all and the ones you hold dear.
May your day be filled with warm Christmas cheer.

 

 

 

 

 

Standing in the checkout line,
My attitude getting worse.
I had no more patience left
And very little money in my purse. 

People were pushing and shoving,
And taking stuff out of my basket.
I had lost my Christmas spirit
And I didn't even try to mask it. 

It was then I saw the little girl
aying for a red haired dolly.
But, it was what happened next
That turned Christmas from sour to jolly. 

She told of how she'd been here, once
To buy medicine for her mother.
She had hoped to have enough left
For something for her and her brother. 

Daddy doesn't send any money.
So, Mama says toys are out.
Right then, I seemed to remember
What Christmas was all about. 

The lady said there's not enough
For your dolly and this car.
I stepped in and said, "Check again.
You're wrong. I know you are." 

I winked at her and she caught on.
Then, she counted the money, again.
"You're absolutely right," she said.
And, I saw the little girl grin. 

She was so happy she almost cried.
And, as I paid for the little toys,
I knew that I had found Christmas
Inside a small child's joys.