Tuesday, December 5, 2017

"Christmas Always" poems & "Christmas Treasures" excerpt & Day 354 CJSM-book IV

Christmas “Magic”
 
Howls a frigid northern wind swirling blizzard solid fluff
Barren-swept plains belie tranquil valleys’ deep drifts rough
Snow sleds fly and ice skates clatter for those just tough enough
 
Cedar logs pop mixed hickory sweet smoke in a cozy fire warmer
Moans icy winter storm complaints in high eaves of house dormers
Bright eyes and wide smiles foretell expectations of child charmers
 
Bedazzled Christmas tree with tinsel and ornaments and colored lights
Bethlehem star adorns its pinnacle setting a-glow spirits holiday bright
Myriad presents spread ’round its skirt celebrate love’s generous “sight”
 
Wish I may, wish I might, get that special something from old Santa Claus
Been a good child, behaved well and honored quite true all of those laws
Even added a subtle hint in the letter for a live gift with four furry paws
 
Of course, I don’t mean to demand or seem ungrateful for a perfect time
Just, “Careful what I wish for”, asked for ten cents and got a shiny new dime
Not to focus on a bronze bell when what I truly enjoy is its pleasant chime
 
Celebration causes all to become kids excited for surprising neat presents
One time each year we freely live life independent in pure human essence
A secret “Peace on earth, good will to men” located in Christmas “Presence”
 
What be that magic which causes black wand’s pretty assistant disappear?
Or from his vacated shiny top hat a white hippity-hop rabbit reappear?
Or intellectual audience-fool duped to celebrate with a boisterous cheer?
 
Once I did rhyme for that unique one awesome gospel crooner king
“Why can’t everyday be like Christmas?” in words did he sing
Replied I, “It is, indeed, for any who dare to live such a thing!”
 
All are precious in His sight, special blessed in His wondrous way
Life might be a game of awesome adventure-event, please, let me play
I promise, Lord, praise, honor, glory offered to Thee each cherished day
 
My Santa mantra: To give love freely! A most important secret pleasure
To each, a running-over cup becomes true meaning of equal full measure
That comfort warmth, tender affection, confessed open-secret treasure. Amen!
 
Merry Christmas!
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
Prologue
 
(from Christmas Magic book)
 
 
Somewhere along the time continuum, generally, a scant sojourn in tender years, usually, and, hopefully, within that first dozen, or so, the myriad helter-skelter pieces of the big jigsaw puzzle begin to join, to coalesce of their own accord, as it were, to suddenly illuminate in a surprising understanding of previously never-contemplated enigmas; only vague variance vagrancies out there on the dim periphery of cognizance in the still developing mind’s intellect. But, then, in a seeming instant, TRUTH dawns; the blinding of the constant dazzling in its simplicity, loving in its sweet embrace. Perhaps, even, a bit overwhelming and, maybe, only slightly, disconcerting. The reality of constant truth often challenging, certainly, curious.
But---Salvation! For the player; to the world order. Indeed!
If it be only “your” truth which is sought, every little thing in its assigned, proper place according to the “important” design, one’s own, like: planned lives, schools, careers, postal codes, vacations, even, so the rumor goes, God forbid! Marriages!??? No! Say it isn’t true!
And? Why? Control! In its various evil masquerades: pride, jealousy, envy, sacrilege.
While others, some, actually and truly find humble living ways to evoke the pleasure. Truly, the joy of living is in the journey, for those blessed to live: Thy will be done! Amen!
One arrival point on this sacred rail line adventure is called: Generosity! A little berg with a huge heart open with an insatiable capacity for selfless love to one and all. On its wide Main Street just west of an alabaster pale full moon and a bit south of a high noon sun is a quaint little shop chock full of special delights for all the curious good little girls and boys. It is called:
 
Christmas Magic!
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
Christmas “Magic”!
 
Howls a frigid northern wind swirling blizzard frozen fluff
Swept-barren plains belie tranquil valleys’ deep drifts rough
Snow sleds fly and ice skates clatter for those just brave enough
 
Cedar logs pop mixed sweet hickory smoke in a cozy fire-warmer
Moans icy winter storm complaints in eaves of house high dormers
Bright eyes with wide smiles foretell expectations of child charmers
 
Bedazzled Christmas tree donned silver tinsel, ornaments, many pretty lights
Bethlehem star adorns its pinnacle setting holiday spirits aglow quite bright
Myriad presents spread ’round its skirt celebrate love’s generous “sight”
 
Wish I may, wish I might, get that special something from old Santa Claus
Been a good child, behaved well and honored quite true all necessary laws
Dared add a subtle hint in that letter for a gift alive with four furry paws
 
Of course, I don’t mean to demand or seem ungrateful for this perfect time
Just, “Careful what I wish for”, asked for ten cents; got a shiny brand-new dime
Focus not on a deep bronze bell when all I truly need is just its pleasant chime
 
Celebration causes all to become kids excited for surprising neat presents
One time each year we freely live life independent in puerile human essence
Secret “Peace on earth, good will to men” located in the Christmas “Presence”
 
What be that magic which causes black wand’s pretty assistant disappear?
Or from his vacant shiny top hat a white hippity-hop rabbit to reappear?
Or intellectual audience-fool duped to celebrate with boisterous cheer?
 
Once I did rhyme for that unique one awesome gospel crooner king
“Why can’t everyday be like Christmas?” in words that he did sing
Replied I, then, “It is, indeed, for any who dare live such a thing!”
 
All are precious in His sight, special blessed through His wondrous Way
Life might be a game of awesome adventure-events. Please! Let me play
I promise, Lord, praise, honor, glory offered to Thee every cherished day
 
My Santa mantra: To give love freely! A most important secret pleasure
To each, a running-over cup becomes true meaning of equal full-measure
Warm comfort gift, Christmas Magic, at last revealed open-secret treasure.
Amen!
 
Merry Christmas!
 
 
Plus:
 
 
 
Day 354
 
 
Nanny’s beautiful piano playing
while Bapa plays the---radio!
 
 
My family-members are exceedingly blessed with real, God-given Talent!
They can: Sing! Play musical instruments! Excel at sports! Dance! Write!
And---simple-me?...Well! I can “play” a radio if it’s plugged in, or, has good batteries!
I love to sit and listen to the “talents” display their acumen; Candy plays the piano, is learning the violin and can strum (or bow) a psaltery or dulcimer and once hit notes on the trumpet. Our girls excel at music, also, and the little girls (now---beautiful young ladies) have talent to spare.
Z. Tyler is an excellent golfer, plays hockey since he was 7 and baseball. He is really “good”.
And---me?…Well! I reckon that I sure enough make an adequate…chauffeur!? Hmm!
I am blessed just to be able to “know” these saints and angels! Wow!
 
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “What good is he, anyway?” Memories!


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