Merry Christmas…
Shoppers with their bags
are now filling up the stores,
and the chill upon the air
is nipping at the nose
of the old man dressed in red
who is filling up his sleigh
with presents for the world
to be opened Christmas day,
trees light up the avenue,
pretty colors, red and green
and music plays amidst the crowd
to complete the Christmas scene,
and snowmen wave from yards
with their eyes made of coal
while the children do their winter dance,
hoping for more snow,
and I sit by the fireplace
while Christmas cards I write
and remember fondly memories
of our youth, you and I,
of the Christmas times we shared,
of the crazy games we played,
as we’d guess about the packages
‘neath the tree for Christmas day,
and how we’d do the winter dance
and pray for a mighty snow,
and decorate the Christmas tree
and wrap gifts in pretty bows,
they say that life is made of memories,
and I believe it’s true,
for as I do throughout the year,
I sit and think of you.
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Friday, November 21, 2008
Merry Christmas, verse # 14
Merry Christmas…
As the snow gently falls on the rooftops up above
and the streets are lit in red and gold and green,
as the snowmen and the reindeer and the Santas wave from lawns
and the angel glows from atop the Christmas tree,
as the lights twinkle silent melodies around ornaments of ol’
and the fire warms the light within every soul,
may you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year too
and may each day grant peace and happiness to you.
As the snow gently falls on the rooftops up above
and the streets are lit in red and gold and green,
as the snowmen and the reindeer and the Santas wave from lawns
and the angel glows from atop the Christmas tree,
as the lights twinkle silent melodies around ornaments of ol’
and the fire warms the light within every soul,
may you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year too
and may each day grant peace and happiness to you.
Merry Christmas, verse # 13
Merry Christmas…
I wish for you this Christmas wish,
that your stockings may be filled with gifts,
and that the lights upon your tree
shall light up the dark as if a dream,
and may the angel sitting high above
look down from its branch with hope and love,
and bring to your life prosperity, peace,
for the new year, I wish for you these.
I wish for you this Christmas wish,
that your stockings may be filled with gifts,
and that the lights upon your tree
shall light up the dark as if a dream,
and may the angel sitting high above
look down from its branch with hope and love,
and bring to your life prosperity, peace,
for the new year, I wish for you these.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Merry Christmas, verse # 12
Merry Christmas…
Impatient packages beneath a tree of green,
wrapped in pretty paper tied with bows or tied with string,
lights along the hearth give the room a pretty glow,
the angel upon the treetop is dressed in silver and in gold,
the cat is pawing gently at the tinsel hanging loosely from the tree,
but then climbs upon the packages and quickly falls asleep,
and what the cat shall dream of, humans never know,
but could it be he dreams of treats wrapped in packages with bows,
and when you smile at the beauty of your Christmas tree of green,
and see impatient packages tied with ribbon or with string,
what is it that you wish for in your heart and in your soul,
as you wish upon the pretty lights that give the room a glow,
so write it down on paper, fold it up, make a hole for string,
then hang it near the Santa Claus upon the tree of green,
and whisper it to the angel dressed in silver and in gold,
as the lights along the hearth give the room a pretty glow,
and have faith that you shall receive all your Christmas dreams,
and that you’ll find your heart’s desire on this Christmas Eve.
Impatient packages beneath a tree of green,
wrapped in pretty paper tied with bows or tied with string,
lights along the hearth give the room a pretty glow,
the angel upon the treetop is dressed in silver and in gold,
the cat is pawing gently at the tinsel hanging loosely from the tree,
but then climbs upon the packages and quickly falls asleep,
and what the cat shall dream of, humans never know,
but could it be he dreams of treats wrapped in packages with bows,
and when you smile at the beauty of your Christmas tree of green,
and see impatient packages tied with ribbon or with string,
what is it that you wish for in your heart and in your soul,
as you wish upon the pretty lights that give the room a glow,
so write it down on paper, fold it up, make a hole for string,
then hang it near the Santa Claus upon the tree of green,
and whisper it to the angel dressed in silver and in gold,
as the lights along the hearth give the room a pretty glow,
and have faith that you shall receive all your Christmas dreams,
and that you’ll find your heart’s desire on this Christmas Eve.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Merry Christmas, verse # 11
Merry Christmas…
To the north, a guiding star,
to the south, a humble place to rest,
from the east, the wisdom of sages,
the passing of one era setting in the west,
celebrate the coming,
a new beginning with a birth,
a celebration across the world,
to remind us of our worth,
let the bells ring out the spirit of the season,
let the stars direct us from high above,
let us join in the celebration,
and spread good tidings to the world.
To the north, a guiding star,
to the south, a humble place to rest,
from the east, the wisdom of sages,
the passing of one era setting in the west,
celebrate the coming,
a new beginning with a birth,
a celebration across the world,
to remind us of our worth,
let the bells ring out the spirit of the season,
let the stars direct us from high above,
let us join in the celebration,
and spread good tidings to the world.
Merry Christmas, verse # 10
Merry Christmas…
Trees adorned with velvet red ribbons and golden bells,
gifts wrapped in silver and green,
candles aglow with a bright warm flame,
and angels about, yet unseen;
Christmas is here and a spirit lives on
of joy, good tidings, and cheer,
a reminder of peace, all things that are good
and the hope that comes this time of year;
So, with faith, hope, and love we send this to you,
a wish that you may warm cooler days
with laughter and moments with family and friends
and treasured memories that will last for always.
Trees adorned with velvet red ribbons and golden bells,
gifts wrapped in silver and green,
candles aglow with a bright warm flame,
and angels about, yet unseen;
Christmas is here and a spirit lives on
of joy, good tidings, and cheer,
a reminder of peace, all things that are good
and the hope that comes this time of year;
So, with faith, hope, and love we send this to you,
a wish that you may warm cooler days
with laughter and moments with family and friends
and treasured memories that will last for always.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Merry Christmas, verse # 9
Merry Christmas….
My favorite Christmas memory of you is when you were a child and Santa bought you a wonderful toy, and you could not have had more fun playing with the box!
Although you’re grown and on your own, that memory still brings a smile to my face.
My favorite Christmas memory of you is when you were a child and Santa bought you a wonderful toy, and you could not have had more fun playing with the box!
Although you’re grown and on your own, that memory still brings a smile to my face.
Merry Christmas, verse # 8
Merry Christmas…
On a winter night when all is quiet, look towards the star
and know He watches over you no matter how near or far,
so light a candle, a golden flame, remember the man who died,
may His warm comfort surround your heart on this Christmas night.
On a winter night when all is quiet, look towards the star
and know He watches over you no matter how near or far,
so light a candle, a golden flame, remember the man who died,
may His warm comfort surround your heart on this Christmas night.
Merry Christmas, verse # 7 (the snowman)
Merry Christmas…
Merry man made of snow,
mitten hands and a carrot nose,
peppermint eyes and licorice lips,
if he can, we’ve never seen him flip
or dance or smoke his coal black pipe
but he glistens in the cold moonlight
as he looks up to the Heavens above,
this man of snow, made with love
that fell to Earth as snow and ice,
watch real close, maybe he’ll come to life
but if nothing else, he’s a happy elf
standing there all by himself,
a man of snow with a constant smile,
he’ll smile on us for a little while,
until it warms and he melts away,
perhaps new snow will fall on Christmas Day,
and again we’ll build a man of snow,
a merry man with a carrot nose,
who will dance if only in our dreams
in an overcoat and old worn jeans.
Merry man made of snow,
mitten hands and a carrot nose,
peppermint eyes and licorice lips,
if he can, we’ve never seen him flip
or dance or smoke his coal black pipe
but he glistens in the cold moonlight
as he looks up to the Heavens above,
this man of snow, made with love
that fell to Earth as snow and ice,
watch real close, maybe he’ll come to life
but if nothing else, he’s a happy elf
standing there all by himself,
a man of snow with a constant smile,
he’ll smile on us for a little while,
until it warms and he melts away,
perhaps new snow will fall on Christmas Day,
and again we’ll build a man of snow,
a merry man with a carrot nose,
who will dance if only in our dreams
in an overcoat and old worn jeans.
Merry Christmas, verse # 6
Merry Christmas…
Greeting cards and mistletoe,
Christmas trees and snow,
carols sung by candlelight
and miracles of long ago
unite as one to tell the tale
of the Christmas reason.
May you and yours
be blessed by miracles
throughout the Christmas season.
Greeting cards and mistletoe,
Christmas trees and snow,
carols sung by candlelight
and miracles of long ago
unite as one to tell the tale
of the Christmas reason.
May you and yours
be blessed by miracles
throughout the Christmas season.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Merry Christmas, verse # 5
Merry Christmas…
The lights circling the tree remind me of a time
when we waited for the midnight, trying not to close our eyes,
praying sleep would wait until we could see the man
dressed in red with a big bag of toys in his hands;
The lights twinkling on the tree remind me of a time
when we’d peak inside the fireplace and have to wonder why,
a magical man traveling the world, carrying all of those toys
wouldn’t simply stop to think to use the window or the door;
But, Christmas changes as we pass through the years of time,
a deeper meaning emerges, more than gifts beneath the lights,
no longer do we listen for the distant sound of hooves
that are made by the reindeer as they land upon the roofs;
No longer do we wonder about the yearly trip through time
or how a man could travel the entire globe in a single night,
and Santa becomes a fantasy we pass on to our kids,
as they try to stay awake to see the man who brings the gifts;
Yet, as I stare at the lights that remind me of a time
from outside, in the distance, I think I hear a chime,
could it be a sleigh bell, the clock nears the stroke of twelve,
oh, silly me, silly me, there’s no such thing as elves;
Yet, as the lights twinkle and remind me of a time,
there it is again, in the distance, another chime,
and then, there it is, an odd-sounding scuffling on the roof,
it must be a really big bird, because it simply could not be hooves;
My heart begins to quicken and I look again to see the time,
“Could there really be a Santa,” I find myself thinking in my mind,
I check to see no one’s watching as I peak up the fireplace,
to see if there really is a man in red with reindeer and a sleigh;
But, my eyes must be effected by my age or by the time,
so I dash off to the kitchen to find some kind of light,
and upon my return there are gifts beneath the tree,
but no sign of any man, not even footprints did he leave;
In the morning, when the dawn awakes at the appointed time,
I find that I have slept beneath the tree with pretty lights,
and I have but to wonder if it was all nothing but a dream,
yet there is the flashlight still sitting by the tree;
Perhaps the wishes of childhood that we think are lost to time
are simply buried deep within the recesses of our minds,
and perhaps one night you and I shall fight to stay awake
to see if there really is a Santa with elves who drives a sleigh.
The lights circling the tree remind me of a time
when we waited for the midnight, trying not to close our eyes,
praying sleep would wait until we could see the man
dressed in red with a big bag of toys in his hands;
The lights twinkling on the tree remind me of a time
when we’d peak inside the fireplace and have to wonder why,
a magical man traveling the world, carrying all of those toys
wouldn’t simply stop to think to use the window or the door;
But, Christmas changes as we pass through the years of time,
a deeper meaning emerges, more than gifts beneath the lights,
no longer do we listen for the distant sound of hooves
that are made by the reindeer as they land upon the roofs;
No longer do we wonder about the yearly trip through time
or how a man could travel the entire globe in a single night,
and Santa becomes a fantasy we pass on to our kids,
as they try to stay awake to see the man who brings the gifts;
Yet, as I stare at the lights that remind me of a time
from outside, in the distance, I think I hear a chime,
could it be a sleigh bell, the clock nears the stroke of twelve,
oh, silly me, silly me, there’s no such thing as elves;
Yet, as the lights twinkle and remind me of a time,
there it is again, in the distance, another chime,
and then, there it is, an odd-sounding scuffling on the roof,
it must be a really big bird, because it simply could not be hooves;
My heart begins to quicken and I look again to see the time,
“Could there really be a Santa,” I find myself thinking in my mind,
I check to see no one’s watching as I peak up the fireplace,
to see if there really is a man in red with reindeer and a sleigh;
But, my eyes must be effected by my age or by the time,
so I dash off to the kitchen to find some kind of light,
and upon my return there are gifts beneath the tree,
but no sign of any man, not even footprints did he leave;
In the morning, when the dawn awakes at the appointed time,
I find that I have slept beneath the tree with pretty lights,
and I have but to wonder if it was all nothing but a dream,
yet there is the flashlight still sitting by the tree;
Perhaps the wishes of childhood that we think are lost to time
are simply buried deep within the recesses of our minds,
and perhaps one night you and I shall fight to stay awake
to see if there really is a Santa with elves who drives a sleigh.
Merry Christmas, verse # 4
Merry Christmas…
Sway and dance around the tree,
wait ‘til the man in red and his helper come,
clap and shout and chant and sing,
on this night for the year we’re judged,
good or bad, wrong or right,
the man in red and his helper know,
as they fly about this night,
dispensing gifts, dispensing coal,
the moon is high, the dawn is near,
the tree is ablaze with light,
may you find good tidings on your doorstep
on Christmas Eve night.
Sway and dance around the tree,
wait ‘til the man in red and his helper come,
clap and shout and chant and sing,
on this night for the year we’re judged,
good or bad, wrong or right,
the man in red and his helper know,
as they fly about this night,
dispensing gifts, dispensing coal,
the moon is high, the dawn is near,
the tree is ablaze with light,
may you find good tidings on your doorstep
on Christmas Eve night.
Merry Christmas, verse # 3 (to the postal carrier)
Merry Christmas (to the postal carrier)…
For bringing us greetings and letters filled with news,
for delivering good tidings from friends and family, too,
for bearing any weather and for the heavy load
of letters, cards, and other mail that you deliver to this road,
and even for the bills you bring that should remind us all
of everything we have and how fortunate we are,
we thank you for helping make our Christmas bright and for everything you do
and hope that you and yours shall have a Merry Christmas, too.
For bringing us greetings and letters filled with news,
for delivering good tidings from friends and family, too,
for bearing any weather and for the heavy load
of letters, cards, and other mail that you deliver to this road,
and even for the bills you bring that should remind us all
of everything we have and how fortunate we are,
we thank you for helping make our Christmas bright and for everything you do
and hope that you and yours shall have a Merry Christmas, too.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Merry Christmas, verse #1
Merry Christmas…
Fire engine—red,
a bike, a blue-eyed doll,
each year we made our list
hoping Santa would bring it all;
now we’re a little older,
our lists aren’t quite the same,
now we help Santa fill the bags
but without the elves or sleigh;
so, here’s hoping your season’s merry,
here’s hoping your day is bright,
I’m sure you’ll be doing the same thing
I’ll be doing on Christmas Eve night;
trying without reading instructions,
then finally giving in,
and muttering underneath our breath
that we’ll never do this again;
it really looked so easy,
the bike just had two wheels,
who knew there could be so many pieces,
to something meant to bring a thrill;
but like Dad did for us,
we will do the same,
just for the expression on little faces
on the morning of Christmas Day;
and when we see the excitement
we can check that off our list
we got just what we wanted,
what was on our Christmas list;
So, have a Merry Christmas,
and a glorious holiday,
may you get everything on your list this year,
on this Christmas Day.
Fire engine—red,
a bike, a blue-eyed doll,
each year we made our list
hoping Santa would bring it all;
now we’re a little older,
our lists aren’t quite the same,
now we help Santa fill the bags
but without the elves or sleigh;
so, here’s hoping your season’s merry,
here’s hoping your day is bright,
I’m sure you’ll be doing the same thing
I’ll be doing on Christmas Eve night;
trying without reading instructions,
then finally giving in,
and muttering underneath our breath
that we’ll never do this again;
it really looked so easy,
the bike just had two wheels,
who knew there could be so many pieces,
to something meant to bring a thrill;
but like Dad did for us,
we will do the same,
just for the expression on little faces
on the morning of Christmas Day;
and when we see the excitement
we can check that off our list
we got just what we wanted,
what was on our Christmas list;
So, have a Merry Christmas,
and a glorious holiday,
may you get everything on your list this year,
on this Christmas Day.
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