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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
