! ! ! Christmas Is - Poem by Bob Blackwell
A family celebration, a gathering of warmth,
that binds, giving love, support and care.
A time of giving, sharing happiness, a fellowship
of family and friends. Who delight at, gifts
unwrapped a child’s pleasure; paper rustling,
cracker pulling, turkey carving, cork pulling,
drinks pouring, large appetites, food enjoyed.
A feast of plenty, a festivity of merriment.
An exchange of gifts and Christmas cards,
messages of Xmas cheer and goodwill,
say you still remember the happy times,
the parties, meetings, children born, the war,
the peace we made, the anguish shared,
the tears, the joy at common troubles solved.
Today, many send emails, SMS texts, or a
phone call; no stamp licked, no post with love.
Is a time to remember those no longer here,
the good times we shared, the sadness, the joy,
a smile for past Christmas’s we enjoyed and loved.
For many, a time to reflect on true story of Xmas,
a stable, Christ child born of Mary, a manger his crib;
The three wise men who travelled from afar, with
gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. The Angels
call to shepherds tending flocks of sheep at night,
“Hail! birth of a God child, a saviour for our World.”
It is a time for us to remember those less off, less
fortunate than us, give help when you see a need.
For it is a time of giving and sharing life’s bounty,
a time of harmony, a time to consider other people.
Time to reveal the true love in our world, to pray
for a peace that lasts, and those in desperate need.
Most of all Christmas is a joy, a celebration, a time
for sharing love, a time of gratitude, a happy time.
Do please enjoy, have lots of fun this Christmas Time,
love and best wishes, and A Happy Xmas to you all.
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