Christmas Thoughts.

Christmas Gifts


We're shopping now for Christmas gifts,
Around the busy store,
Our arms are full, our pockets light,
And ev'ry muscles sore.




The ring for Sis is now a shirt,
We know she wanted it.
We've searched and pondered all day long
And now we'd like to sit.


In wrappings gay, our gifts will make
Their family premiere,
Of their reception by our friends,
We really have no fear.


But, oh, the mess about the house,
When all the gifts are seen,
It's really quite a little task,
To make the house look clean.


Christmas Night


The stars shine bright in wint'ry skies,
While angels sing their lullabies,
On Christmas night.


The shepherds saw the shining star,
That led the wise men from afar,
One Christmas night.


The Babe, so sweet, was wrapt in sleep
But every soul fond watch did keep,
That Christmas night.


The Christmas story told again,
The hope of all the world of men,
This Christmas night.


Sweet gifts, kind words, the world will give
To prove that Jesus still does live,
This Christmas night.


Santa Claus


Is there a Santa?" Donnie asks,
Come, put away your chemistry,
Your logic and your sciences,
And help him solve this mystery.


No chemical experiment,
Reveals to you, the spell that wins,
The children's sweet, adoring love,
Is it, perhaps, those merry grins?


That logic book won't help explain,
The wond'rous mystery of him,
And Einstein's theories are no use.
Beside his glory, they grow dim.


So, tell the child in simplist words,
The story of this Christmas Saint,
He'll have cold facts so long to keep,
Illusions all too soon, grow faint.


Goodwill to Men


At Christmas time, all hearts should join,
In tenderness and love,
Forgotten all the angry words,
Each day ruled by the dove.


The hearts that once were sweet and light,
With love's own blessed glow,
These days should once again regain,
The joys they once did know.


And though I cannot hope my prayer,
Shall ever yet come true,
Yet God is love and love is all
And I still love you true.


The Christmas Spirit


I know it's Christmas now, because,
Of the clear lovely caroling,
Of the gaudy, tinseled, ornamented tree,
Of the spicy, sweet Christmas cookies,
Of the clear, tinkling of the bells,
Of the pure whiteness of the undisturbed snow,
Of the tangy, piney smell pervading the house,
Of the merry, gladsome children's laughter,
Of the disorderly festiveness of the rooms,
Of the mouth watering scent of the sumptuous Christmas dinner
Of the whirr of a toy train, as it flies around the track,
Of the bulging stuffed stockings in front of the fireplace,
Of the holiday fuss and bustle about everything.
Of the children's screams of surprise and delight,
Of the sudden arrival of welcome, though unexpected guests,
Of the beautiful, though simple tale of the Wise Men, the
   shepherds, and the Babe.


The Little Engine at Christmas


They took him out of storage at Christmas at the mall,
Set the "little engine that could" on his tracks,
Stood him up, all shiny and polished beatifully,
Then puffing away, he headed for the steep, little hill,
Yes, the steep little hill, remember this was in a mall,
Then puffing away "I think I can, I know I can,
Yes, I can". he reached the top of the hill, with a
A joyous, triumphant whistle. The childrten laughed,
Clapped their hands, the old folks smiled,
No one frowned, no child cried at that whistle,
So he continued his rounds during the Christmas
Season, giving a chipper whistle, when he passed,
The Santa village, answering the waves of Santa
And the elves each time he passed. Every face wore
A smile as they went on their way, cheering the little
Engine, Then when the Christmas Season was over,
They took the little engine to put him to rest,
To sleep, to dream of Christmas to come.
When he could once again cheer people with his
Perky, joyous spirit and whistle.