Christmas

It’s Christmas Time!

3/21/2022

Picture of a boy placing a star on a stable in a nativity scene that is next to a decorated Christmas tree.

It’s Christmas Time!

Chins Up!
     Heads High!
At This Glad Season
     You And I
Have Faith To Hold
     And Cheer To Give -
All Things That Make
     Life Sweet To Live
All Truth, All Light,
     All Loyalty -
The Justice That Will
     Keep Men Free
Bid Us To Hail
     The Christ Child’s Birth -
Our Dearest Hope
     Of Peace On Earth!

By Jessie Howe Fairweather

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Who’s Coming?

3/20/2022

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Picture of Santa Claus with two children sitting in his lap.

Who’s Coming?

Who is coming on Christmas night,
     With a red, red coat and hair all white,
Eyes that sparkle like a starry night,
     I know don’t you?

Who has a sack all filled with toys,
     With wonderful gifts for girls and boys,
With a magical sleigh that makes no noise,
     I know, don’t you?

by Author Unknown

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Sweet Symbol

3/18/2022

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Picture of a shepherd standing in a green grassy pasture while holding a giant red-and-white-striped candy cane that is as big as a shepherd’s staff, which are traditionally long sticks of wood having one end that curves to form a half-circle, while a fluffy white sheep stands next to him, and a blue sky with fluffy white clouds is in the background.

Sweet Symbol

A significant symbol of Christmas
     Is the simple candy cane.
It’s shape is the crook of the shepherd,
     One of the first who came.

The lively peppermint flavor is
     The regal gift of spice.
The white is Jesus’ purity,
     The red is sacrifice.

The narrow stripes are friendship
     And the nearness of his love.
Eternal, sweet compassion,
     A gift from God above.

The candy cane reminds us all
     Of how much God cared.
And like His Christmas gift to use,
     It’s meant to be broken and shared.

by Author Unknown

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Gifts at Christmas

11/27/2021

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Picture of a red sign with the words, ‘Believe in the magic of Christmas,’ hung on a Christmas tree.

Gifts at Christmas

There are gifts to buy,
     And gifts to make,
But there are other gifts
     Worth while.
Being helpful,
     Being kind,
And ready with a smile,
     Being friendly,
Doing things to please -
     I’ve made up my mind
At Christmas time
     I’m giving some of these!

by Vivian Gouled

Vivian G. Gouled was born on 12 June 1911. She became a poet. Vivian G. Gouled passed on at 94 years of age on 6 October 2005.

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Christmas Wish for a Best Friend

12/15/2019

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Christmas Wish for a Best Friend

I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.
     I’d like to be the help that you’ve been always glad to be.
I’d like to mean as much to you each minute of the day,
     as you have meant, old friend of mine, to me along the way.

I’d like to do the big things and the splendid things for you,
     to brush the gray from out of your skies and leave them only blue.
I’d like to say the kindly things that I so often have heard,
     and feel that I could rouse your soul the way that mine you’ve stirred.

I’d like to give you back the joy that you have given me,
     so that sunshine on your horizon is all that you will see.
I’d like to make you feel as rich as I, who travel on,
     undaunted in the darkest hours, with you to lean upon.

I’m wishing at this Christmas time that I could but repay
     a portion of the gladness that you’ve strewn along my way.
And could I have one wish this year, this only would it be,
     I’d like to be the sort of friend that you have been to me.

by Author Unknown

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Making Memories

12/14/2019

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Making Memories

Christmas is a time of joy,
A time for love and cheer,
A time for making memories,
To last throughout the year

by Author Unknown

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In Santa’s Workshop

12/14/2019

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In Santa’s Workshop

In Santa’s workshop far away,
     Ten little elves work night and day.
This little elf makes candy canes,
     This little elf builds streamlined trains,
This little elf dips chocolate drops,
     This little elf makes lollipops,
This little elf makes great board games,
     This little elf gives dolls their names,
This little elf packs each jack-in-the-box,
     This little elf sews dolly socks,
This little elf wraps exciting books,
     This little elf checks twice and looks,
As Santa packs them in his sleigh,
     Ready for you on Christmas Day.

by Author Unknown

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Christmas

12/14/2019

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Christmas

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 Santa,
Tinsel-trimmed trees,
Mistletoe magic and warm memories,
Angels all bringing glad tidings anew,
Season’s best wishes especially for you!

by Author Unknown

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NORAD Tracks Santa Claus

12/14/2019

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Santa, this is North Pole Control Tower . . . you are cleared for takeoff . . . gingersnaps and cider await your return . . . Elf 73428 over.

NORAD Tracks Santa Claus

When United States Air Force Colonel Harry Shoup answered an unexpected phone call on Christmas Eve years ago, he had no idea it would turn into an annual tradition cherished by millions of children worldwide.

It was 1955, at the height of the Cold War, and one night a call came when Colonel Shoup was director of operations in charge of the U.S. air defense network. He was keeping watch for Soviet missiles and bombers at the Continental Air Defense Command (CONAD) Operations Center in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

When the operations hotline to the CONAD commander-in-chief suddenly rang, Colonel Shoup picked up the phone expecting the caller to be either the Pentagon or his own commander, General Earle Partridge.

It turned out to be a young child asking, “Are you really Santa Claus?”

It emerged later that a Sears Roebuck & Company advertisement in the Colorado Springs Gazette had misprinted the phone number for children to call Santa. The mistake put children in touch with Colonel Shoup instead.

But all was not lost. The colonel asked his staff to check their radar for signs of a sleigh flying south from the North Pole. Indeed, they found Santa and were able to tell the children his location.

As more children called, CONAD staff gave updates on Santa’s whereabouts.

CONAD continued the tradition of tracking Santa on Christmas Eve. So did its successor, the North American Air Defense Command (NORAD), the bi-national United States - Canadian military operation organized in 1958.

“It was quite exciting . . . I had no idea it would become such a big tradition. It just got bigger every year,” Colonel Shoup said in a recorded interview on the NTS Website.

‘When will Santa come to my house?’

The NTS Website is activated on 1 December every year. It features North Pole updates and new games and activities daily.

Since the website’s launch in 1998, the NTS program has grown tremendously. In 2007, the site received over 10.6 million visitors from 212 countries and territories, said NTS program manager Major Stacia Reddish in an interview from Denver.

In addition, more than one thousand ‘Santa Trackers’ volunteered on Christmas Eve at the NTS Operations Center at Peterson Air Force Base in Colorado Springs. Last year, they answered nearly 95,000 phone calls and received 140,000 email messages from children and families worldwide.

“Most of the children want to know where Santa is. The second most popular question is, ‘When will Santa come to my house?’” said Major Reddish.

“From all of our years of tracking Santa, we do know that he only comes to a home where the children are asleep. So of course the children need to get off the phone or computer for Santa to come to their house.

It’s a very exciting time. Santa moves very swiftly around the world on Christmas Eve. All the trackers are kept up to date on Santa’s location from our radars and satellites so that they can pass that information along to the children.”

From 4:00 a.m. Mountain Standard Time (MST) on 24 December until 3:00 a.m. on MST on Christmas Day, the website features up-to-the-minute reports on Santa’s journey around the world delivering presents.

In addition to radars and satellites, NORAD uses a worldwide network of high-tech cameras to take photos and videos of Santa. Google software will output live images from these ‘Santa Cams.’ The NTS Website lets visitors track Santa on a Google map as well as in Google Earth, which shows three-dimensional terrain and buildings.

The website has versions in English, French, German, Italian, Japanese, Spanish, and Chinese. Most of the children who call speak English, but most of the volunteers are military personnel or family members who have background in other languages and are able to speak with children in different languages, said Major Reddish.

You can visit the official NORAD Santa Tracking Website by clicking on this link: http://www.noradsanta.org/.

This is MFOL! . . . jingle bells, silver bells, making fun all the way . . . on the way to Christmas day . . . today and every day . . . Ho, ho, ho!

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To Each His Own

12/14/2019

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To Each His Own

One Christmas Eve, a Washington, D. C. radio station called the British ambassador and asked: “What would you like for Christmas?” The ambassador thought for a while and gave his answer.

The next day he heard the announcer tell what foreign ambassadors wanted for Christmas: “The French ambassador said, ‘I earnestly desire that next year should be a year of peace.’ The Russian ambassador hopes for a year of justice for all men. The German ambassador wants to see a greater sharing of wealth in the world. And the British ambassador said, ‘I would like a box of candied fruit.’”

by Author Unknown: as published in “Reader’s Digest” magazine

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Day Before Christmas

12/14/2019

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Day Before Christmas

We have been helping with the cake
     And licking out the pan
And wrapping up our packages
     As neatly as we can.
We have hung our stockings up
     Beside the open grate.
And now there’s nothing more to do
     Except
To
     Wait.

by Author Unknown

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Christmas

12/13/2019

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Christmas

Christmas is more than a day in December
     It’s all of those things that we love to remember
It's carolers singing familiar refrains
     Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
     Laughter that rings through the house and its halls
Christmas is more than a day in December
     It’s the magic and the love that we’ll always remember.

by M. E. Miro

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On This Day

12/13/2019

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On This Day

This Christmas, mend a quarrel.
Seek out a forgotten friend.
Dismiss suspicion and replace it with trust.
Write a letter.
Give a soft answer.
Encourage youth.
Manifest your loyalty in word and deed.
Keep a promise.
Forgo a grudge.
Forgive an enemy.
Apologize.
Try to understand.
Examine your demands on others.
Think first of someone else.
Be kind.
Be gentle.
Laugh a little more.
Express your gratitude.
Welcome a stranger.
Gladden the heart of a child.
Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth.
Speak your love.
Speak it again.
Speak it still again.
Speak of it still once more.

by Howard W. Hunter: as quoted in “Teachings of Presidents of the Church: Howard W. Hunter” (8 December 2015)

Howard William Hunter was born on 14 November 1907 in Boise, Idaho, United States of America. He became a lawyer and a leader in the Church of Christ of Latter Day Saints. Howard William Hunter passed on at 87 years of age on 3 March 1995 in Salt Lake City, Utah, United States of America.

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Past and Present

12/13/2019

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Past and Present

Christmas, the time of year
     that has the impact
of a childhood story
     and the dreams of the future
all rolled into the presents
     that we give our loved ones.

by Joseph Kallinger

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Santa

12/12/2019

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Santa

Santa’s sometimes called Kris Kringle.
     His merry eyes - oh, how they twinkle.
His nose and cheeks are red as a rose,
     Which match all his bright red clothes.
Wearing a white beard and boots of black,
     He’s a jolly elf carrying his sack.
When he laughs, he, “ho, ho, ho's,”
     From the tip of his hat to the end of his nose.

by Author Unknown

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Christmas Gift Suggestions

12/11/2019

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Christmas Gift Suggestions

To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.

by Oren Arnold

Oren Arnold was born on 20 July 1900 in Minden, Texas, United States of America. He became a newspaper reporter and editor, a novelist, a biographer, and a humorist. Among his many published works are the books, “Wild Life in the Southwest” (1935), “Ghost Gold” (1954), and “The Wild West Joke Book” (1956). Oren Arnold passed on at 80 years of age on 30 August 1980 in Laguna Hills, California, United States of America.

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The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus

12/11/2019

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The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus

In Baltimore there lived a boy
     He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
     His character was full of flaws.

In school he never led the classes.
     He hid old ladies’ reading glasses.
His mouth was open while he chewed.
     And elbows to the table glued.

He stole the milk of hungry kittens,
     And walked through doors marked ‘No Admittance.’
He said he acted thus because
     There wasn’t any Santa Claus.

Another trick that tickled Jabez
     Was crying “Boo!” at little babies.
He brushed his teeth, they said in town,
     Sideways instead of up and down.

Yet people pardoned every sin
     And viewed his antics with a grin
Till they were told by Jabez Dawes,
     “There isn’t any Santa Claus.”

Deploring how he did behave,
     His parents quickly sought their grave.
They hurried through the portals pearly,
     And Jabez left the funeral early.

Like whooping cough, from child to child,
     He sped to spread the rumor wild:
“Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
     There isn’t any Santa Claus!”

Slunk like a weasel or a marten
     Through nursery and kindergarten,
Whispering low to every tot,
     “There isn’t any, no, there’s not!

No beard, no pipe, no scarlet clothes,
     No twinkling eyes, no cherry nose.
No sleigh, and furthermore, by Jiminy,
     Nobody coming down the chimney!”

The children wept all Christmas Eve
     And Jabez chortled up his sleeve.
No infant dared to hang up his stocking
     For fear of Jabez’ ribald mocking.

He sprawled on his untidy bed,
     Fresh malice dancing in his head.
When presently with scalp a-tingling
     Jabez heard a distant jingling.

He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof
     Crisply alighting on the roof.
What good to rise and bar the door.
     A shower of soot was on the floor.

Jabez beheld, oh, awe of awes,
     The fireplace full of Santa Claus!
Then Jabez fell upon his knees
     With cries of, “Don’t,” and “Pretty please.”

He howled, “I don’t know where you read it.
     I swear some other fellow said it!”
“Jabez,” replied the angry saint,
     “It isn’t I, it’s you that ain’t.

Although there is a Santa Claus,
     There isn’t any Jabez Dawes!”
Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
     “Oh, yes, there is; and I am him!

Your language don’t scare me, it doesn’t -”
     And suddenly he found he wasn’t!
From grinning teeth to unkempt locks
     Jabez became a jack-in-the-box,

An ugly toy in Santa’s sack,
     Mounting the flue on Santa’s back.
The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
     They searched for him, but not with zeal.

No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,
     Which led to thunderous applause,
And people drank a loving cup
     And went and hung their stockings up.

All you who sneer at Santa Claus,
     Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes.
The saucy boy who told the saint off;
     The child who got him licked his paint off.

by Ogden Nash

Frederick Ogden ‘Ogden’ Nash was born on 19 August 1902 in Rye, New York, United States of America. He was married to Frances Rider Leonard in 1931. He became a writer of humorous poetry. Frederick Ogden ‘Ogden’ Nash passed on at 68 years of age on 19 May 1971 and rests in North Hampton, New Hampshire, United States of America.

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Christmas Wishes for Thee

12/11/2019

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Christmas Wishes for Thee

May the season ever be
A time of happiness to thee
And as flowers charm the sight
May good wishes keep thy spirits bright.

by David Hugh Beaumont

‘Thee’ is an archaic form of ‘you’ and ‘thy’ is an archaic form of ‘your.’

David Hugh Beaumont was born in 1966 in the United States of America. He is a website content creator, a writer, a researcher, and an editor.

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Santa Claus’s Visit

12/11/2019

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Santa Claus’s Visit

With a click and a clack
     And a great big pack,
Down through the chimney,
     Pretty nimbly
Somebody comes
     On Christmas Eve!

If we are real nice
     And as still as mice,
If we never peep,
     And are sound asleep,
He’ll fill our stockings,
    I do believe!

And when we arise
     Next day our eyes
Will grow big to see
     How perfectly
He knew what we all
     Wished to receive!

by Susie M. Best

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Christmas Wreaths

12/10/2019

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Christmas Wreaths

Our Christmas wreaths
     Are fat and round
Made of woodsy things
     We found.
We tied brown cones
     Upon the green
And stuck red berries
     In between.
Upon the wreath
     For our front door
We tied red ribbon
     From a store.

by Author Unknown

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Santa’s Prayer on Christmas Eve

12/9/2019

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Santa’s Prayer on Christmas Eve

The sleigh was all packed, the reindeer were fed,
     But Santa still knelt by the side of the bed.
“Dear Father,” he prayed “Be with me tonight.
     There’s much work to do and my schedule is tight.
I must jump in my sleigh and streak through the sky,
     Knowing full well that a reindeer can’t fly.
I will visit each household before the first light;
     I’ll cover the world and all in one night.
With sleigh bells a-ringing, I’ll land on each roof,
     Amid the soft clatter of each little hoof.
To get in the house is the difficult part,
     So I’ll slide down the chimney of each child’s heart.
My sack will hold toys to grant all their wishes.
     The supply will be endless like the loaves and the fishes.
I will fill all the stockings and not leave a track.
     I’ll eat every cookie that is left for my snack.
I can do all these things Lord, only through You,
     I just need your blessing, then it’s easy to do.
All this is to honor the birth of the One,
     That was sent to redeem us, Your most Holy Son.
So to all of my friends, lest Your glory I rob,
     Please Lord, remind them who gave me this job.”

by Warren D. Jennings

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Piccola

12/6/2019

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Piccola

Poor, sweet Piccola! Did you hear
     What happened to Piccola, children dear?
’Tis seldom Fortune such favor grants
     As fell to this little maid of France.

’T was Christmas time, and her parents poor
     Could hardly drive the wolf from the door,
Striving with poverty’s patient pain
     Only to live till summer again.

No gift for Piccola! sad were they
     When dawned the morning of Christmas day!
Their little darling no joy might stir;
     St. Nicholas nothing would bring to her!

But Piccola never doubted at all
     That something beautiful must befall
Every child upon Christmas day,
     And so she slept till the dawn was gray.

And full of faith, when at last she woke,
     She stole to her shoe as the morning broke;
Such sounds of gladness filled all the air,
      ’Twas plain St. Nicholas had been there.

In rushed Piccola, sweet, half wild -
     Never was seen such a joyful child -
“See what the good saint brought!” she cried,
     And mother and father must peep inside.

Now such a story I never heard!
     There was a little shivering bird!
A sparrow, that in at the window flew,
     Had crept into Piccola’s tiny shoe!

“How good poor Piccola must have been!”
     She cried, as happy as any queen,
While the starving sparrow she fed and warmed,
     And danced with rapture, she was so charmed.

Children, this story I tell to you
     Of Piccola sweet and her bird, is true.
In the far-off land of France, they say,
     Still do they live to this very day.

Celia Laighton Thaxter was born on 29 June 1835 in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, United States of America. She became a writer and a poet. “Among the Isles of Shoals” (1873) is her most noted work in prose. Celia Laighton Thaxter passed on at 58 years of age on 25 August 1894 on Appledore Island, Isles of Shoals, Maine, United States of America.

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A Visit from St. Nicholas

12/5/2019

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A Visit from St. Nicholas

’T was 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 my 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 a lustre of midday to objects below;
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
     But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny 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, Donder 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 on 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 bowl full 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!”

by Clement Clarke Moore

The poem, “A Visit from St. Nicholas,” eventually would become more commonly known as, “The Night Before Christmas,” or, from its first line, “’Twas the Night Before Christmas.” It was published anonymously in 1823, and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who claimed its authorship in 1837.

Clement Clarke Moore was born on 15 July 1779 in New York City, New York, United States of America. He became a college professor. Clement Clarke Moore passed on at 83 years of age on 10 July 1863 in Newport, Rhode Island, United States of America.

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The Pine Tree

12/5/2019

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The Pine Tree

Outside there’s a pine tree,
     Standing straight and tall.
It needs no decorations -
     Nature’s done it all.

Pinecones on its branches,
     With icicles glistening bright,
Snow upon its needles,
     And birds at rest from flight.

I see it from my window,
     And take the time to say,
Thank you for your beauty, tree,
     On this Christmas day.

by Author Unknown

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Christmas Gift Poem

12/4/2019

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Christmas Gift Poem

So many of you asked us (since Yuletide’s drawing near),
     “What do you want for Christmas? What can we give this year?”
If we say, “We want nothing!” you buy something anyway,
     So here’s a list of what we’d like; believe now what we say:

Pajamas for a little child, food to feed the poor.
     Blankets for a shelter, and we ask but little more -
Perform good deeds and let us know, or volunteer your time.
     These last are worth a fortune, and they needn’t cost a dime.

We have too many things now, vases, candles, tapes, and clocks.
     We have our fill of garments, ties, underwear and socks.
Candy is too fattening, crossword books we’ve more than twenty.
     We don’t need trays or plates or cups, and knickknacks we have plenty.

We’ve no walls to hang more pictures;
     We have books we’ve not yet read;
So please take what you’d spend on us,
     And help the poor instead!

Just send a Christmas card to us and tell us what you’ve done;
     We’ll open them on Christmas Eve, and read them one by one.
It won’t cost as much for postage as a package sent would do,
     You’ll need no wrapping paper, ribbons, ink or glue.

And we’ll thank God you listened to what we had to say,
     So we could be the instruments to help someone this way.

by Author Unknown

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