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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