faces depicting what our children feel;
it makes all the hustle and hurry and run
so very worthwhile for these little ones.
Now let's remember the child in our lives
given to us when God's son arrived
to teach is to love each other and then
to die on the cross to save us from sin.
The good old days
Remember the good old days we spent
Snowballs, your face, and the gifts.
Laughers, tid-bits
Those long hours waiting for Santa,
And the gifts He left for us
Merry-making, friends, and the Church
Remembering the good old days, and an old friend like you
In the best of spirit
And wish you a very happy Christmas!
Christmas Poems
by LMWillson [lmwillson_at_aol.com]
It was a silent night in Bethlehem,
When Christ our King was born,
While shepherds watched their sheep,
on that very early morn.
A brilliant star was shining,
Upon that sacred shrine,
Of the Holy Family kneeling,
Beside the manger of God Divine.
The shepherds followed this radiant star,
Of royal beauty bright,
And listened to the angels sing,
While praising God all through the night.
Hosanna in the highest,
Unto Him all nations sing,
Christ our Saviour is born this night,
'Tis Christ our Saviour King.
The radiance of His being,
Will shine through all our lives,
And crush the sins of all mankind,
Upon which all evil thrives.
Oh Blessed Child of Mary,
To whom all the world will bow,
'Tis God's Son - The only One,
To this our God forever will avow.
Oh loving Saviour of mankind,
The souls of man both then and now,
Will sing Your praises forever,
And unto You all knees will bow.
Each year we'll celebrate Your birth,
To please our God our King,
And pray You will come again,
So peace to this world You'll bring.
One Crazy Cool Yule
(I love Bob Tucker's stuff! I hope he doesn't mind me using this.)
Twas the Night before Christmas has lots of nice rhymes
But I fear that the tale doesn't fit modern times.
What is a kerchief? My dad wears no cap.
He snores the whole night, no way it's a nap.
They tell me that Santa is coming tonight.
He'll be flying in here on a sleigh. Yeah, RIGHT!
When I was much younger I believed all that stuff,
I know since I'm older that it's all a bluff.
As this Christmas eve is going so slow
I sneak down the stairs to watch HBO.
I listen for sounds throughout our big house.
My mom would go crazy if we had a mouse.
All of a sudden I hear the floor squeak
Someone is coming, sneakety, sneak.
And then as my heart leaps up to my throat
I see a fat man in a funny red coat.
He stands by the table and looks through the house
And from his pocket takes a tiny gray mouse.
He says, "Ho, Ho, Ho, I truly believe,
There must be a mouse in each Christmas eve."
His belt buckle shakes as he laughs, look at that.
My gosh this jolly old guy sure is fat.
He looks up. He sees me and gives a big smile.
Says, "I came to see you. Let's talk for a while.
"You're one grown up girl that doesn't believe
That Santa Claus comes on each Christmas eve.
You're a big girl. Your mind's filled with doubt.
It's simple, without me the joy is left out.
"I remember the time you sat on my knee
A smile on your face, eyes sparkling with glee.
Don't you remember the thrill you felt then?
With a little belief you can feel it again.
"Santa Claus comes for each child at the start.
The rest of their lives I live in their heart.
If you are a youngster or wrinkled old guy
You still can hear sleigh bells ring cross the sky."
Then he says, "Dear, will you please come out here?"
And there on the driveway stand eight cool reindeer.
They all nod to me and then snort in chorus,
"Who's this pretty girl now standing before us?"
I wave as I tell them, "I'm Anna May."
As the big burley guy crawls into his sleigh.
He says, "It's my new team, a real with-it crew.
I'll let Captain Cosmos give their names to you."
"Here's E-mail and Hat Rack, Cool Dude and Charley,
I'm Cosmos, there's Awesome, Brucie and Narley.
Head Cat is Santa, the North Pole's his home,
We see him all year cause we hang out in Nome."
Then they take off and fly to the roof
Tap a short rap and give a "high hoof."
All turn and shout, "Tonight reindeers rule.
The eight of us wish you a crazy cool Yule."
Then Santa shouts, "It's true some things change.
But believe in the basics." As he speeds out of range.
Then I hear repeated, as my willing ears strain,
The words I now love, my favorite refrain.
"Twas the Night before Christmas" has some things outdated
But The Story, dear folks, is not overrated.
Throw open the window, and rejoice in the sight!
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night."
~~Grandpa Tucker~~
Copyright ©1996 by Bob Tucker
Grandpa Tucker's Rhymes and Tales produced by Bob Tucker.
Copyright ©1995-99 by Grandpa Tucker's Rhymes and Tales.
