December & Christmas Tree & Day 349 CJSM-book IV

December

 

Embrace love close this holy season near

His birth great cause for Christmas cheer

 

Silent night! Holy night!

 

Born sweet babe in rustic manger east

Created-image honor His salvation feast

 

All is calm…

 

Softly snow on heavenly saintly place

Blessed Father, Son and Spirit Grace

 

All is bright…

 

Virgin-Mother adore this most lovely Infant

God made-man this Holy Child Innocent

 

Round yond virgin, mother and Child…

 

Redemption found under Bethlehem star

Spirit-soul transformed must travel afar

 

Holy Infant so tender and mild…

 

Eternal life in heaven above purity

In His presence universal security

 

Sleep in heavenly peace…

 

Celebrate! Christian! His holy Way

Merry Christmas! On this, His holy Day

 

Sleep in heavenly peace! Amen!

 

Merry Christmas!

 

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Christmas Tree

 

Star

Noel!

Bright night!

Angel apparition

Vigilant shepherd boy

Oh! Come all ye faithful!

Bethlehem rustic stable manger

Joseph, Mary Blessed Virgin mother

An ox, a lamb, a cow and donkey creatures

Redeemer-Savior Jesus Christ asleep on the hay

Three wise men kings follow sparkling celestial beacon

For to them this night is born a child who is Christ the King

Silent Night! Holy Night! Peace on the earth! Good will to men!

Christmas then, Christmas now, Christmas eternal for all who believe

Follow Me! Fear not! I am the Light, the Way, the Truth! I shall set thee free!

In all your days: Praise! Honor! Glory! To God! Celebrate: Faith! Family! Freedom!

In:

Faith!

Hope!

And, Charity!

Through Jesus Christ! Amen!

 

 

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Day 349

 

 

Baking Christmas cookies

 

 

Tradition! Seems a staple of the Hope! Comfort! Inspiration! For Faith! Family! Freedom!

Christmas is special! For me, it lives every day; easy enough since I believe I’m Santa Claus!

Lady Candice Leah made it an important aspect of the holidays to bake cookies with the girls when they were little; she brought Z. Tyler into the “fun” and they all still participate.

Me?---Well!?...I do my part. Sure enough. I eat the cookies! Mmm! Mmm! Good!

When I was a sprout, Mom baked 5 lard cans (2 ½-gallons each) full of cookies, each a different kind. Yeah! I ate those, too. More---Mmm! Mmm!...Good! Some things never change.

Sometimes I actually helped---uh! er! Bake them…Not eat them. Yeah! I ate many more than I helped bake; some things never change. Hey! Santa gets some privileges!? (I think so!)

Chocolate-drops, chocolate chips, sugar, coconut, anise, peanut butter and Oatmeal-raisin!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Bon appetite!” Memories!



Christmas Always & Day 348 CJSM-book IV

Following is taken from Christmas Always

book; visit: Amazon books; search  Carl Schuler

 

 

Author’s Note

 

 

 

“Why can’t everyday be just like Christmas?” Queried that infamous crooner gospel-king.

“But, it is. Indeed! Elvis! For those who choose to live it true!” I proclaim.

Find some: Christmas Magic! I invite the reader to create: Tradition: Faith! Family! Freedom!

Funny thing, how the “elite” erudite sophisticates keep busy preaching to “We, the people…” that “they”, the geniuses, are absolutely correct about all things while their promotions nearly always turn out to be---Wrong! Pernicious, indeed, is the world’s coordinated evil assault on religion, Christian values and worthy virtues; yet, not one secularist ever refuses the goodness of the benefits of Christmas as they struggle and search to secure any true meaning in their own lives. Purposeful-intent for goodness concludes satiated “Peace on earth!” Indeed!

Gather family in front of the fireplace on Christmas Eve to enjoy a traditional tale. Add the experience to the nostalgia of your own family heritage of comfort-warm holiday memories.

Santa Claus displays a Christian attitude-of-generosity second only to our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus, whose life testament is the greatest “love story” ever told.

Rejoice! Brethren! Rejoice! Open wide thy hungry eyes; drink deep the chalice of His love!

Salvation is at hand; redeem His gift; embrace it, cherish it, live it.

Christ is born---and…lives! Indeed! And, that truth is:

 

Christmas Magic!

 

 

Introduction

 

 

Where else to begin a Christmas tale than right at its very inception:

Christmas Eve!

 

In that tiny ancient town thirteen years plus two long millennia quickly passed in history, the rustic stable shelter there to house the Innocent’s birth to lay in a manger warm, without fanfare or royal clarion call or even, announcement of any fathomed import to the “elite” of that era, came to be the Christ-child, our Redeemer-Savior King. And, so it is written, and, so it is, the subtle Trinity silently attested an eternal Truth: Faith! Family! Freedom! Amen!

That since those holy times and reverenced days, mankind has held the sacred event in humble adoration with the world’s most renowned celebration of Christian Salvation. It seems, then, now might be appropriate to offer reverent prayer to honor, praise and glorify the focus of our exaltation; worthy adulation for the birth of our Savior-Lord, Jesus Christ!

A solitary flickering flame from one lone candle bright in that holy residence on a cold winter night some eons past did Light the Way to show the Path in Spirit Grace to celestial Love. Yet, for that singular eternal reward, He requires only belief in Jesus-God born man and His Resurrection from that stone tomb to salvage a wretched soul like me.

Faith! One Awesome God!

And, I pray, that humble I, like He, surround myself, His time, His gift, my life, with that next most precious commodity: Family! For they were with Him that sacred day, the Virgin-Mother, Mary, and surrogate human father, Joseph the Saint, along with several shepherds, un-applauded believers, and celestial angels of the Seraphim and Cherubim, that holy, sacred, heavenly choir.

Yet, not to interfere with man and slander the Father’s precious gift of choice to decide for each own soul the spirit’s way to salvation find. The heaven-sacred bestowed treasure: Freedom!

So, within these humble pages here, to wit, the black print upon the white, a humble offered prayer to Him on the celebrated anniversary of His dear birth in thankful adoration true. Amen!

May the reader of the prayer find peace and solitude along with Christmas blessings, always!

 

Merry Christmas!

 

The Author

Christmas...always?

 

Look inside rough stable blessed

Infant King no worldly crest

 

Manger image glows pure love

Father proud shines heaven above

 

Dear Savior's birth quiet ceremony

Lovingly adored reverent testimony

 

White robe, sandals, softly spoken

Promise, vow, word unbroken

 

Vessel's life, baptism whitens

It, too, lives as Spirit heightens

 

Within each soul search fully objective

No masquerade shadow holy perspective

 

Scrutinize every silent thought

Examine all reward it bought

 

Redeemer: Truth, the Light, the Way

Embrace sweet grace, humble pray

 

Majestic mountain, commandments told

Emulate Jesus! Live so bold?

 

Tis better give than to receive

Christian love---simply believe

 

Sing God's glory in His praise

Serendipity found: Christmas---always!

 

May the Father's power satiate your need;

Jesus' blessing brighten your soul;

And, Holy Grace fill your spirit.

God bless! As you live - Christmas...always. Amen? Amen!

 

Merry Christmas!

 

 

 

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Day 348

 

 

Doves, doves and more doves for Nanny

 

 

Lady Candice is a most unique Independent-Individual and the center of our family.

She keeps me “grounded” while taking good care of me and the extended tribe. In a word, Miss Candy is: Love! If you look up the word in the dictionary, you’ll find Candy’s picture.

She raises mourning doves; I’ve built her numerous cages over the years; Miss Becky constructed quite an elaborate and fancy cage (she is a civil engineer, after all); I’m a “hack”.

Once Candy had 46 doves in her “nice” cage; a weasel got in and massacred most of them. We managed to save about six of the injured, which recovered; presently, she has five.

When I was a kid, I raised pigeons. I scrounged used lumber for a cage; they make good pets.

 

Ah! “Cookie Jar Sweet “Birds-of-a-feather…” Memories!

 

 

 

Christmas-pleasures... & Day 347 CJSM-book IV

 

Christmas Pleasures…

Enjoy! Each day’s life-treasures

 

 

Dare experience each adventure-event God’s goodness daily offered

Dawn-dew, sunshine-cheer, thunderstorm, snowdrift-sculpted coiffured

 

“Magic” dances, verifying existence in one first flutter-flake

Beautiful as an emerald sea’s white-foam receding wake

 

Blanket-comfort pristine cover on created nearly-perfect world

Fantasy delight fires imagination of every heart-young boy and girl

 

Stark surreal subtle silver shadows blend in dark-light mirage play

Sky peach-blush-hue hints portending enchanted fresh-fluff day

 

Chase dodging frozen flakes upon warm tongue to tingle-cold

Crackle-fire, chocolate warm, respite offer---dare challenge bold

 

Night-time, sweet love tight-hold before toasty golden solace-flame

Blizzard howls lamented-cold; refuses any futile effort to wild-tame

 

New Year calendar-itinerary evolves natural into sweetheart’s time

Mid-winter anachronistic-thaw teases spring promise-flavored mime

 

Ice skates clatter, sleds rocket smooth, Christmas-delivered treasures, these

Valentine hearts, Ides of March, St. Patrick’s leprechaun pleasures, please

 

Dawn seeks dusk extends shadows-long in awesome greening sight

Yellow-bright dresses with bunny-hops celebrate Easter-ham delight

 

Icy-freeze reluctant melts away; sun rises warm; winter dissolved

Spring-time “reigns”! April “showers”! Usher May “flowers”-evolved

 

Yellow morels pop, birds nest, Red-ear sunfish initiate annual lake-spawn

I know a verdant grove; that hidden cove; glimpse a doe, fresh-spotted fawn

 

Silent salute! Reverent memory! Heart-tug band! Old Glory! Proud unfurled!

Honor all courageous sacrificed-served; many times such redeemed our world

 

Diamond prepare, rake mound high, chalk line straight; too late for momentum-stall

Red-seamed white-horsehide sails in, bat-club cracks at umpire’s yell of-“Play ball!”

 

Kids frolic-swim in creek’s cool hole; Robbins, Cardinals, Turtle Doves hatched

Wrens nest in porch-hanging ferns; sore-muscled alfalfa workers rest, detached

 

Ancient Silver Maple dappled-shade satiates like a cold-drink lemonade

Join child-delighted marching band, flower-floats, Homecoming parade

 

Fiery-tailed rockets explode ebony-night sky: Red! White! Blue! Designed it

One far reach to Christmas delights; yet, gold, indeed, is where thee may find it

 

Sophomore pretty-Junior athlete duet-croon National Anthem solemn tribute

Citizen! Attention-stand proud, nation-courage cannot one ever honest-refute

 

Any reason for a nation-worthy to party, celebrate collective focused fair Labor

U.S.A. gonfalon proudly waves: Faith! Family! Freedom! God’s honored favor!

 

Spy puff-cotton clouds traverse blue sky; westward brews lightning thunderstorm

Deluge drops pelt choppy-surfaced lake; Flash! Crash! Echo! Wild summer norm

 

First day of school arrives, too soon, intent to sure quell pure free fun

September clouds fluffy-white; breathe deep of pleasure again begun

 

Red and gold, yellow-brown chase leapfrog wind-tag in Mother’s game

Promised coming seasons-imaged every blessed year reflecting the same

 

Clean and oil fall-tradition weapons; anticipate white-tail venison play

Turkey, cranberries, gravy-’taters, pumpkin-pie feast-Thanksgiving Day!

 

Anticipate soon-now unique geometric frozen-flake surprise arrival-gift

Christmas Joy for each all year, if adventure-event thee dare survival-sift

 

Spatter in: Happy Birthday! Anniversary! An anytime tasty bar-b-que!

Celebrate His life-gift with willing army or just a special-numbered few

 

Perhaps? The “Independent-Individual” survived around an untruth “envelope”

Simple is! As Simple does! Treasure-Pleasure! Happiness lived! Full-scope!

 

“What others think of me, concerns not I”---trumps vacant, fleeting “celebrity”

Crystal-blue contact, a firm handshake, true-bond respects purchased “integrity”

 

Those “Sacred”-secrets lifelong sought? Right before thy self-obfuscated sight

Courageous challenge! Deny any “boundary”! Live: Wish I may! Wish I might!

 

Then? Onward! Delight trek right through to Christmas Eve special celebration

Alas! Serendipity! Each day be Christmas! Comes His hallowed Revelation!

 

Amen!

 

Merry Christmas!

 

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Day 347

 

 

Lauren’s beautiful violin music &

Nanny squeaking on her violin

 

 

That our progeny is talented is obvious; get it from Candy; I might “play” a radio!?

Miss Lauren took up the violin, a most difficult challenge, mastered it…quickly!

Anna plays the piano, as does Miss Lexli-Lu; all three also play other instruments.

Nanny (our Lovely Lady Candice Leah) plays the piano and also took up the violin. Yea!

Z Tyler is exceptional at sports excelling at golf, hockey and baseball. What a star!?

Our girls are perfect Ladies and Mothers; kind, considerate, compassionate, generous.

Hmm!?---All that talent causes simple-humble me to wonder…how I ever got into this clan!?

You know? I reckon others make that same interrogatory. Hmm!? Again!

 

Let the symphony continue!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “I am the ‘always’ audience” Memories!



Christmas Love! & Day 346 CJSM-book IV

 

Christmas-Love!

 

I love you!---and…

 

…Smiling little boys with baseball gloves

Girl-maidens innocent as pure white doves

Dear-Sacred Mother-earth, holy-heaven above

Myriad true perfect-practiced Christian-love…

 

…And, I always love you!...

 

…Faith! Family! Freedom! Worship-call

Red, white, blue unfurled-waves proud tall

Inverse-order: Summer! Spring! Winter! Fall!

Celebration: Mom! Apple pie! American baseball!...

 

…I love you---more…each day!...

 

…Verdant-emerald white-lined fields where I played

Cozy-safe a cold-howl wind, soft-warm bed I stayed

More than 10,000 native trees with honor-pride I laid

Confession-redemption-Salvation! With some I prayed…

 

…I love you! Sweetness-pure!...

 

Through yonder pleasant-azure calm to far-trek pale

White-foam crest blue-green undulating-sea tack-sail

Sojourn prairie-wide to reach lonesome summit-scale

Live! Love! Laugh! Respect-life like old Caesar-hail…

 

…I love you!---forever…plus, one day more…

 

..Thy beauty-intelligence so inspires, creative “Chile”

That simple-humble I might chance-cause a smile

To learn so much; to teach a bit; some worthy trial

In total-love with thee through time & space awhile…

 

…I love thee! Still! Always! Eternal and more!...

 

Amen!

 

May thou Christmas be ever bright---

Within His holy embrace-love sight…

 

Merry Christmas! (2017)

 

 

 

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Day 346

 

 

April 1---Mom comes into Becky’s room to tell her

there is no school because it snowed---

April Fools’…Becky is still sad!

 

 

One thing this family has is a tremendous “sense-of-humor”. Each and every one of us.

Even Lovely Lady Candice can pull off some real hysteria when she wants to be “funny”.

April Fool’s Day is one good time to deliver some real zingers; Candy got Becky, that day!

The very worst, and probably the meanest, trick I played on Rachel was when she was about 7 or 8 years old. I played the lottery and we bought tickets in town about ten miles away; then we’d wait for the drawing and check our “lucky” tickets for winners at home.

One cold Saturday night, we got home and fired up the fireplace, made some popcorn and watched a little T.V. About ten o’clock, or so, I called the lottery store to get the “winning” numbers which I wrote down. Nothing unusual about this agenda---so far!

Coming into the family room, I gave Becky our ticket and told her to check it against the “winning” combination I had just gotten from the lottery store over the phone.

As I read off the “magic” six numbers, little Becky’s eyes got bigger and bigger; each matched our “lucky” ticket! She was beside herself with the $6 million winning chance.

“We won! We won!” she repeated ecstatically, over and over, beside herself with joy.

I acted real angry, snatched the “winning” ticket from her little hand, crumpled it up saying, “You made that up! It’s not nice to lie. I am so angry…” and with that declaration I threw the “winning” ticket into the roaring fire in the fireplace. Becky was absolutely devastated---crying!

When things settled down, I started laughing, explaining, “Becky! I gave you the numbers that were on that losing piece of trash and ‘fooled’ you---those aren’t the winning numbers!”

I don’t know if she has forgiven me for that atrocity even after all these years! She shouldn’t!

I apologized for my callousness to that “innocent” little girl---it was really mean…I’m sorry!

Sometimes practicing “humor” shows the perpetrator to be just another---Smart…ass!

And, for that sick-joke, I confess “guilt”---I’ve been making it up to her…ever sense! Amen!

 

Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Unforgivable ‘Daddy’-transgressions!” Memories!