Star

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I see a star in the eastern sky
Somewhere in a manger a babies cry
A Son of Nazareth I am told
The King of Men, Gabriel foretold

Son of Mary, Josephs ward
Son of the Highest, Almighty Lord
The kings of nations I am told
Bring incense, myrrh, good will and gold

Could it be Him, could it be Him
Could it be Him, Oh Bethlehem

A light that shone throughout the land
The son of God, a friend of man
A prophecy that was foretold
The Prince of Peace the world beholds

A star of hope today was born
A savior, wrapped in Mothers arms
So spread the word, it has begun
In His name, His will be done

Could it be him, could it be him
Oh sing the hymn, Jerusalem

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

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“For there is born to you, this day,
in the city of David, a Savior,
who is Christ the Lord.”

…that’s when I wake up
shivering,
a cold sweat,
I’ve had the same dream now
for more years than I can remember

Always happens around the holidays,
year after year, I only wish
I knew what they meant

Nobody else seems to know, either,
they all just think I’m crazy –
Finally went off the deep end,
even the meds don’t help

always one word
stuck in my head
plays over and over again

“Christmas”

I wish I knew what it meant…
I’ve referenced it,
plugged it into every data base
available to me,
scoured every resource possible

Yet, it’s almost as though
it just disappeared,
somewhere around 2005,
more than 150 years ago

I know it had something
to do with
December 25th,
but that’s where
everything
Ends

…Every kid growing up knows
that’s Santa’s time –
the sleigh
the reindeer
the presents
The Holidays…

So what is this
“Christmas” thing?

What does it have to do
with anything?
What do these dreams
have to do with
The Holidays?

Maybe I am going crazy,
Maybe everyone’s right

At least it’s almost over,
Just 2 more days till
December 25th
then the holiday
will be over,
and so will these dreams –

This “ghost” of Christmas

will be just a memory,
the nightmares will be gone,
I will have survived it once more

Till next year….

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Christmas Magic

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We’ve all heard the stories of the magical land:
Tales of Rudolph, Frosty and a jolly old man.
But part of the story that you may not know,
Is something that happened a long time ago.

It happened when Santa was still very young,
A sleigh full of orphans just out for some fun
They were rounding a corner far from the town,
When the wind started blowing and the snow falling down.

It was snowing so hard you could not see a thing,
So to keep up their spirits, they started to sing.
Now, what happened next is a mystery, they say.
For no one saw the basket blow off of the sleigh.

The basket was lifted high in the air,
Into the sky – With snow everywhere!
Blown miles and miles and miles from town,
Then coming to rest on the cold, winter ground.

It lay in the forest near a babbling creek,
When all of the animals came out for a peek.
Then what appeared was a luminous glow,
And out from the light stepped The Queen of the Snow.

She gazed at the child with the beautiful curl
“Oh my!” she said, “What a sweet little girl.”
She lifted her gently into her arms,
Whispered into her ear, “I will keep you from harm.”

“I will teach you the magic of the snow and the wind
For a day in the future when fate brings you him.”
The sweet little girl, as the years went on by
Became a beautiful woman with the passage of time.

One day she was out making it snow,
When she heard a strange voice say, “Whoa Dasher, Whoa!”
She stepped from the forest so she could hear,
And saw a young man, a sleigh and reindeer.

She walked up to him and said, “Sir, don’t you know,”
“nobody lives here. This is the North Pole!”
He looked into her eyes with a twinkling smile
and said, “Finding such beauty was worth every mile.”

“I came all this way to build a shop to make toys
For all of the children – the good girls and boys.
There is so much sadness in the world of today;
I will try to bring happiness, at least for one day.”

“If just for one day, I could bring people smiles,
I would travel a hundred or thousand more miles!
But I like what I see at this place called North Pole,
Then his whole body shook as he said, ‘HO! HO! HO! HO!’”

She smiled and asked him, “All this by yourself?
I’m looking around; I don’t see any help.
Well, maybe there’s something that I can do,
Otherwise, you’ll grow old before you are through.”

But even with two, it’s just too much by ourselves.
So, she lifted her arms and  “POOF!”  hundreds of elves!
I will leave all of you to build the workshop,
Then return with some food when the sun starts to drop.”

Now the elves being magic had, by the end of the day,
Completed the workshop and a place for the sleigh,
A home with a fire, a place for the elves,
A stable for reindeer and a room full of shelves.

Then the princess returned with the sleigh piled high
Full of cakes and confections and tasty cream pies,
Brownies with frosting, both chocolate and plain –
There were even some candies shaped like a cane!

When finally they finished the entire feast,
They all went to bed and fell fast asleep.
The very next day the princess came back
With more of the same, so they all had a snack.

Then Santa said, “We must start making the toys
For all of the children – the good girls and boys.
I’m afraid if I’m going to deliver them all
It will take all of winter and straight into fall.”

I’ve only one sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
So it will take me some time, likely most of the year!
The princess just smiled, said, “Here, give them these.
Then patiently wait and soon you will see.”

He fed them the oats she had given to him,
Then all of the reindeer just started to grin.
They leaped in the air and flew all around,
Then landed back safely onto the white ground.

She smiled as she said, “Now, for you, this new suit.
It’s red and it’s black and it’s magic to boot.
I also placed magic around your old sleigh,
So now, the whole trip will take just one day!”

The handsome young man looked at her as he paused,
“My name is Kris Kringle. The kids call me Claus.
I could never repay you for all you have done,
Just having you here to share was such fun.”

They sat by the fire, sometime later that night,
When Kris looked at her and said, “Please, be my wife.”
The next day they were married, but not by themselves,
For they had hundreds to witness and all of them elves.

Now The Queen of the Snow looked down from the sky,
She wiped away tears and sighed a long sigh.
She was never so happy for one orphan girl,
The sweet little baby with the beautiful curl……

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Blue Avenue (Spirit)

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Spirit

A lost word
Somewhere between
Standing in line
At the soup kitchen
And seeing your best friend
Freeze to death
In an alley
Most dogs lived better

Spirit

Was what you saw
Shivering so bad
On the street
At night
You just
Had one thought
Death

Sure
I had my ghost of
Christmas past
He ran
When it all
Came
Tumbling
Down
Now my
Christmas future
Depends on staying awake
Tonight
Or never
Waking again

I remember
Having one of those
Big smiles
One of those
Bright bows
It was because of
Her
Until a stray bullet
On the street
Found a home
In her brain
That’s when I lost
It
When I lost everything
I stopped caring
When I lost her
When I lost

Spirit

From time to time
She still visits me
When I’m
Shivering so bad
On the street
At night
She keeps me alive
Hour by hour
I know it’s not her
Not the real her
She’s dead
She’s lost
Like the word

Spirit

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Paper Ring Cutouts

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The snow outside’s falling,
A white jubilee,
No lights will be blinking
On her Christmas tree.

Paper ring cutouts
From years now gone by,
A styrofoam angel
The years mummified.

No gifts with fine paper,
No ribbons and bows,
No warmth from the fire,
Just frayed cotton throws.

There’s no one to talk to
In the big easy chair,
It’s been how many years
With nobody there.

The mines took her husband,
The war took her son,
A drunk claimed her daughter
And only grandson.

The frames on her mantle
Are dusty and cracked,
But the photos within
Hold her memories intact.

She prays everyday
As she rocks back and forth,
She prays to her Savior
Her God and her Lord.

She never is bitter
Nor does she blame,
For His will is done
In His Holy name.

She smiles on the inside,
She’s never alone.
Her house may be empty,
His heart is her home.

She knows that one-day
She’ll stand on the hill,
One day He will bring her
The gift of His will.

At that one moment,
The angels will sing
From the paper ring cutouts
On her Christmas tree…..

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“ THE DRAGON AND THE BUTTERFLY”

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The Willow

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I came upon a willow
And I asked, “Sir,
“Why do you so weep?”
Then he cleared his throat,
Wiped his tears,
As he softly said to me:

“I’ve seen the Red Man’s spirit
Burned within his hand,
I’ve seen a free Man sold here
Then shackled to the land,
I’ve seen two brothers, kill each other,
Wearing blue and wearing gray—

And the worst part, Sir, about all this
Is I can’t turn the other way.”

“I’ve seen some mighty creatures
Killed with guns or left in traps
For nothing more than the sport of it
Or put a coat upon your back.”

“I’ve seen my quiet brothers
Felled with axe and cut at will,
Not caring about the outcome
Till the last ones in the mill.”

“I’ve seen the land and waterways
Spoiled, so I cannot recognize,
And the sun will never shine the same
With all the pollution in the skies.”

He started to go on and on,
But I heard all I could hear,
So I stopped his truthful renderings
With a tug and with a tear.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I said to him,
“But I’m the one your story names–
That the honesty your words convey
Have left me feeling quite ashamed.”

He slowly lowered his branches,
He gently wiped my eye,
His leaves began to rustle
As he sighed a long, long sigh.

“This is what’s confusing,
The reason that I weep,
Is I’ve never seen another race
With such compassion, yet so oblique.”

“You have the power to change things–
For this you are unique.
You have the power to stop right now
If it is truly what you seek.”

Those were the last words that he spoke to me.
He never spoke again
So now I share those words of wisdom
Coming from an old, old friend……

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The True Meaning (I Remember)

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I remember snowflakes, as big as goose feathers, falling from a sky so blue. Clouds so white and pillow like, I was sure they were big balls of cotton thrown by handfuls into the crisp, winter air.

The smell of Grandma’s cornbread and sugar cookies filled the air around our house. An intoxicating aroma, that even to this day if I think hard enough, I’m transported back to another time, another age. I remember Grandma’s big, down comforter, lying on the overstuffed sofa, dreaming of that magic moment when Santa would arrive.

Grandpa would be softly cursing the Christmas lights as they caused static on the radio every time they blinked and danced across the Christmas tree. I remember sitting on his lap in the big armchair he called home, sipping his eggnog and transporting me to Christmas’s gone by with the stories that he told.

Mom’s Christmas dinner with all the trimmings it was always enough to feed us for a full year in one sitting. All the love she baked into every pie, making at least one of every body’s favorite. Mom taught us all the words to our favorite Christmas carol, but we would still only sing the first verse over and over again. I remember Mom’s patience.

I remember Dad and our new house and how he always filled it with joy. His excitement seemed to take him back to his own childhood right before our eyes. Dad’s frustration as he tried to get the Christmas tree straight enough for Mom’s eagle eye.

My brothers, sisters and myself, with our ears glued to the radio and eyes to the window. Listening for Santa’s whereabouts and watching for Rudolph’s red nose glowing in the nighttime sky.

I remember staring at our Christmas tree for hours on end until I could see every light long after my eyes were closed and my head was laid to rest on my pillow for the night.

Most of all, I remember Christ in all His humbleness. What He gave so that we may receive. I remember His life and death with every breath I take. Everyday, when I put pen to paper, I remember His gift to me.

Looking back, I can’t seem to remember the Christmas toys I received. Although always appreciated and enjoyed, somehow they just got lost along the way. Now that I’m older with children of my own, I hope that their memories are of the same fabric from which mine were woven.

With the frailty of life, we lose many things throughout the years. Treasured people become treasured memories.

As broken toys clutter the landfills of the earth, may our untarnished memories fill the recesses of our hearts.

So, as the Yule fire consumes the paper that wrapped the material part of the holiday, may it in turn burn the true meaning of Christmas into our lives for all the years to come.

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Sprite

received_1429885330378273.jpegI stood at the edge of the pond

Where the bullfrogs howl, as the wind whispered through the pines

Where the green frogs hide amongst the bones of the earth

Listening I could hear the music, faint in the darkness

As I watched you dance

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Then all at once you were gone

As the night swallowed you up

I stood alone

Where the green frogs hide amongst the bones of the earth

Where the bullfrogs howl, as the wind whispered through the pines

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Fairytales

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Someone once told me
There are no such things as fairytales
Just words on paper brought to life in dreams

Fairytales are not just words on a page
For they start long before the first ink is spilled
Before the quill is dipped
When the parchment lay blank

Fairytales are not fireflies growing voices
But rather the soft flutter of leaves
Dancing to and fro in the breeze
Fairytales don’t start in the clouds
They quietly push themselves out of the ground
As they reach for the sun

Fairytales aren’t absorbed from the outside
Coming to life as they work their way in
They start on the inside
Exploding out like fireworks
In a dark summer sky
Painting multicolored pictures on one’s eye

Fairytales are more than dreams
They are the reality of reaching our goals
They are not running from
They are running to
Shaking off the darkness that pursues us
The chains that would bind us to one place

If fairytales weren’t real
Then clouds would just be clouds
All the flowers would smell the same
The birds wouldn’t be able to sing
If fairytales weren’t real
Everything would be just black and white

But everything isn’t just black and white

Someone once told me
There are no such things as fairytales
But someone blew me a kiss
I saw it grow butterfly wings
Dance across the meadow
To land on my cheek
Now every night the dragons dance
Around the moon
Chasing their tails like shooting stars
And the fireflies spell out your name
As they skip across a field of wildflowers

So make your wish
Dream your dreams
Don’t ever give up hope
But most of all
BELIEVE
Believe in fairytales…..

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SnowGlobe

OK, The challenge to me was to add to this every now and then until Christmas 2017 when it will be finished.

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Life has a way of coming off track
a runaway train
you may never get back.

Though, if you believe
in magic and dreams
then Christmas time miracles
are just what they seem.
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“I don’t want to go skating
I hate Christmas Eve
I hate Santa, his reindeer
I will never believe!”

“Now Annie get ready
stop your fussing my dear
we all will be going
as a family this year”

(Annie wasn’t thrilled)

“I don’t want to go skating
It’s so cold I’ll just freeze.”
“While my friends all get presents
under big Christmas trees,
I get second hand clothes,
a few wooden toys!
what’s so good about Christmas
for me to enjoy?”

Annie grabbed her old coat
as she stomped out the door
her mother cried out,
“But Christmas means more”
The winds, frosty response
Sent the pines breaking low
It was cold, it was silent
It was starting to snow

“I hate my life’s fortune
I hate being poor”
Annie cried to the silence
“And there is something more”

(Annie put on her hat)

“This whole family, thing?”
Won’t you leave me alone!
You don’t understand
I just want to stay home
Someone will see me
To add misery
I look like a ragdoll
And someone might see!”

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Christmas Magic

Wanted this out ahead of time…!

Abraham L. Rossi Jr.

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We’ve all heard the stories of the magical land:
Tales of Rudolph, Frosty and a jolly old man.
But part of the story that you may not know,
Is something that happened a long time ago.

It happened when Santa was still very young,
A sleigh full of orphans just out for some fun
They were rounding a corner far from the town,
When the wind started blowing and the snow falling down.

It was snowing so hard you could not see a thing,
So to keep up their spirits, they started to sing.
Now, what happened next is a mystery, they say.
For no one saw the basket blow off of the sleigh.

The basket was lifted high in the air,
Into the sky – With snow everywhere!
Blown miles and miles and miles from town,
Then coming to rest on the cold, winter ground.

It lay…

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“A Leap of Faith”

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We’ve lost our faith in fellow man
So we look up to the sky
To put our faith in His command
Yet His word we misapply

When we look to find His meaning
Look at me, then look at you
It’s a simple, soulful, gleaning
In finding what is true…

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“Forbidden Fruit”

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If my name were Adam
If your name was Eve
I would eat every apple
Until you believed

Until you could see me
For just what I am
Until it came clear
That I’m not the same man

I’d stand naked before you
So your heart it would see
That the person that loves you
Has always been me….

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The Clown

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There’s a clown in the swamp
Where the alligators lay
His smile will never fade
There’s a door, with a sore
That he’s opened before
Filled-
with the bills, he’s not paid

There’s a fair, unaware
There’s a moth in her hair
Her buzzing never fades
Till her grin stumbles in
Like it knows where she’s been
Conscious-
of its own escapades

They greed on the need
Whenever, together
The heart is always betrayed
Yet, its together they see
Alone there’s no soul
Just games that are so often played….

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“I Never Will Say”

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I wanted to tell you
Life took you away
Now I’m sitting here feeling
What I never will say

I kept it inside
Feeling you knew
Now I never will tell you
How much I love you

All the times that I felt it
I should have just said
Now the moments have passed me
The words feel dead

I wanted to tell you
Life took you away
Now I’m sitting here thinking
What I never will say

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Twilight Whispers

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The twilight whispers,
your name.
As the stars blink bright for me.
With my ear pressed against the night
I listen for the slow breath of dawn
for that faint heartbeat,
that not even the dark may silence.
As the colors,
stolen by the night
return to my eyes, I see the beauty
of the morning.
I hear music in the softness of your breaths
I feel the warmth of the sun on my face
as your eyes open.
Can life offer any more pleasures than
your smile?
Can words have any more meaning than
your name?
Is it simplistic of me to think?
I have felt all there is,
in you.
I am a shadow
you are the light that creates me
I am the twilight that whispers
your name.
For you are the slow breaths of dawn

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