Christmas Poems Page 8Years of Christmas Time Poet: Julie Hebert © 2016 Years of Christmas time My very first memory of Christmas time, Was back when I was quite young. Putting up our Christmas tree, My family I was among. Then later in my early teens, My memory is quite the same. Decorating the Christmas tree, Closeness a family we came. As a young adult things did change, I would put my own tree up. But when the day came, things felt the same, As together we always wound up. Now the years passed with kids of my own, I find myself thinking back. Traditions stay strong as I pass them along, Together we always comeback. Traditions Poet: Julie Hebert © 2016 There is something each of us knows quite well, We do them every year. Traditions passed down throughout the years, When holidays are finally here. Christmas time especially, We pull out our favourite things. We can hardly wait until our kids are old enough, To participate in these things. And once we're able to pass them along, We can only hope they'll do the same. Traditions are very important to us, Just like passing on our surname! But just like us, our children do to, Love traditions and all that they hold. They want nothing more than to pass them along, Traditions will always be told.  December Days Poet: John McLeod, © 1989 December days . . . how still all Nature lies Yet there are pictures to be found So pleasing to the eyes; All seems asleep and yet the colour holds A promise of the springtime as the days unfold. December days . . . sky's colours interleaved Though muted, dull, we are not long deceived For hear the Robin's song, red breasted chum, Brave heralding of warmer days to come. December days . . . as Christmas time draws near Brings Family warmth, and Friendship's joyful cheer, From memory's store so many days to bless And cherish so in quiet thankfulness.  Christmas Cards Poet: Helen Steiner Rice I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look, And that is when I realize that these names are a part Not of the book they are written in, but really from my heart For each name stands for someone who has cossed my path sometime, And in the meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim, I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name And while you may not be aware of any special link Just meeting you has changed my life a lot more than you think For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase The memory of a pleasant word or of a friendly face So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between, For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you, It is because you're on the list that I'm indebted to For I am but a total of the many folks I've met, And you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget And whether I have known you for many years or few, In some ways you have a part in shaping things I do And every year when Christmas comes, I realize anew, The best gifts life can offer is meeting folks like you. And may the spirit of Christmas that forever endures Leave its richest blessings in the hearts of you and yours.  A Christmas Carol For Children Poet: Martin Luther Good news from heaven the angels bring, Glad tidings to the earth they sing: To us this day a child is given, To crown us with the joy of heaven. This is the Christ, our God and Lord, Who in all need shall aid afford: He will Himself our Saviour be, From sin and sorrow set us free. To us that blessedness He brings, Which from the Father's bounty springs: That in the heavenly realm we may With Him enjoy eternal day. All hail, Thou noble Guest, this morn, Whose love did not the sinner scorn! In my distress Thou cam'st to me: What thanks shall I return to Thee? Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee. Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child! Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled, Within my heart, that it may be A quiet chamber kept for Thee. Praise God upon His heavenly throne, Who gave to us His only Son: For this His hosts, on joyful wing, A blest New Year of mercy sing. An Eerie Night Poet: Greta Zwaan © 2005 She walked so slowly, I watched and wondered; She was just part of the crowd. So young, so pretty, but with self assurance Her quiet confidence spoke ever so loud. She was very obviously pregnant - Was she a girl of the street? There seemed to be a young man with her; I pondered the fact - did they just meet? He seemed to be extremely attentive; I sensed an air of concern. Her smile affirmed that they were connected, 'Twas obvious as I could discern. I wondered where this big crowd was headed and why she chose to go now. Why the attraction to go on a journey, Couldn't they postpone it somehow? It seemed to me her time for delivery Was ever so close at hand. It seemed rather risky to be taking these chances, I thought this journey had not been well planned. Determination was etched on her forehead, Though her body swayed in this trial. I felt that any moment she'd falter; No way could she travel another mile. But as I pondered her strange circumstances, I witnessed and aura of light, A feeling of awe and great admiration Entered this strange, eerie night. Was this young girl, the woman of promise? Did she shine with a heavenly glow? Was there something unnatural about her? Something I felt, but didn't quite know? All of a sudden my eyes saw the picture, My heart skipped a beat as I took in the fact. This was not just a courageous endeavor, This was true bravery - the way faith would act. This I now knew was the mother of freedom, Carrying the Child who would all men free; I fell on my knees for I'd been near the Saviour! Almighty God come from heaven for me.
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