Santa
Claus and Frosty
In a little country village setting, some decades
now past
A boy enjoyed life’s production and so loved the
special cast
Prayed he such a splendid fantasy would longer than
forever last
Christmas Magic in the air when each year is nearly
done
With school and church and family, his days were
surely fun
Life for the pure joy of living and his time had
only just begun
Money might be scarce, no one would ever mention
Love provided all the little children’s required
attention
Lessons taught and virtue learned begot generous
ascension
By age of twenty it was Santa Claus he wished to be
Pushed life flat out, head first, foot loose and spirit
fancy free
Tried he to emulate that perennial jolly snowman
aptly titled “Frosty!”
Found truth in “Better to give than to receive”
Whatever they may desire or need, he would conceive
The world to each, satiate spiritual needs, which he
did perceive
A single orange, his father’s Christmas, one bleak
year
Thankful and overjoyed, but the telling brought his
grandma’s tear
From those saints before, now gone, he learned to
Santa Claus and Frosty hear
Praise God in Faith! As His Word so sacred say
Honor Family! Through Love in Santa’s one horse
sleigh
Glory to Freedom! Believe Frosty will reappear one
fine day
Should, dare I, make the world a better plan
Just love God and extend to lowly man a helping hand
A holy challenge to live like Santa and that Frosty
snowman
This United States---Love it or leave it
This precious Life---Live fully and do not deceive
it
This sacred challenge---Like Santa and
Frosty…venture to believe it
Amen!
Plus:
Innkeeper
Holy Mary, Joseph sojourn to
Bethlehem attend
No welcome for expectant mother
did anyone extend
“Full house” a host’s prized
perfect dream
Double price, five times, then
ten, the scheme
Offered travelers quarter in
rustic stable nook
Unread the King’s arrival in
Spirit holy Book
Not aware the baby, Jesus born,
mankind’s Savior
Might display a little class,
show a bit saintly behavior
Must have felt uncomfortable
twinge of danger
Viewing celestial star above our
Redeemer’s manger
Awakened to the herald angel
clarion trumpet call
Announcing God’s Son birth to
shepherd and to all
Blessed Virgin mother’s Son lay
in a crib of hay
Lowly animals bow respect and
glory, honor pay
Innkeeper impressed by gifts
three wise men bring
While heaven endowed man with our
greatest King
Had he only known then, offered
his own house for sure
For Him, of you and me, keep each
spirit-soul pure
Profit room-renter, in
reflection, offered forgiveness prayer
Confess, we humbly ask redemption
in His Light full glare
Forget know Him when we stumble
and fall?
Wear Faith, badge of honor,
always to stand tall
Where found I on God’s sanctified
Salvation tree?
On the holy path pray I led my
loving Family
Bestowed free will to live
Christian values come
Choose virtuous decisions to
honor true Freedom
Have, even I, worshiped Him more
than an ancient hotel man?
Humble me, Lord, to become near,
at least, like a holy man
Amen!
I Believe
(a Christmas challenge)
Yes! I proudly confess---I
believe!
I believe---in God…
And,
Do unto others as you would have…
I am the Lord, thy God…
Thou shalt not…
For whosoever believeth in Me…
Ten Commandments…
Eight Beatitudes…
Faith! Hope! Charity! …
Faith! Family! Freedom! ...
Love…
Prayer:
Lord God! The Father! The Son! The Holy
Spirit!
Am I worthy? Am I God-like? Am I a
Christian? Each day I profess to practice all things good. At Christmas, I
believe that I may actually live some of the virtues of goodness.
Lord! Help me. A lowly sinner; a weak
person. Show me! Tell me! Lead me! Amen!
Reply:
Fear not! Follow me!
Purchase as a Christmas gift the one item
which you most desire for yourself. Wrap that treasure in fine gold paper bound
with bright red ribbon. Then, generously bestow that gift willingly and with
love to thy worst enemy.
And, if you must give that worthy
present to your most severe critic where your religious tenets are concerned,
one who logically challenges and openly debates those valued issues, and, if,
you, yourself, be that person, then, you are indeed a true Christian worthy of
God’s kingdom in heaven as an eternal reward. God bless! Amen!
Merry Christmas!
Day 353
Beth takes the
whole bowl of Aunt Gloria’s
scrambled eggs
at breakfast
Kid’s
“say” and “do” the darndest things! No doubt! I reckon that’s sure enough true!
When
I was a kid---Lo! These many years ago - Now!,,,I
engaged in my own missteps.
We
lived in Illinois, near St. Louis, Missouri, when I was managing---somewhat…to
grow up. That I never made it---save my size, maturity and responsibility
suffered…is irrelevant.
Three
or four times a year, we loaded the old sedan and pointed it south---Nashville-bound.
Generally,
we spent the holidays at home; one year we traversed south for Thanksgiving.
Leaving
after my Dad took off from work, about 12:30, we headed out on a treacherous 7
1`/2 hour trek on to land, curvy, blind hill-top “suicide” trip; luckily, our
number never came up.
I
was about 8 years old when this adventure transpired; asleep when we arrived.
Half
awake, the “Rebel”-relatives ushered the weary travelers into Granny’s house,
always a refuge from the trials and travails of life, such as they might have
been.
A
“huge” table awaited the new arrivals; everybody
was there. The long table was awash with splendid Thanksgiving fare, elegant
china and silverware. Wow!
Now!
We sure enough were not “rich”; Love!
Filled any “voids” to overflowing.
I
don’t know where they got the table and dinnerware, much less the cornucopia of
fine food, but, they sure did lay out a feast like I had never
see---nor…expected. Thank You! Lord!
Well!
We got seated, after the “Howdies!” and hugs and kisses; I was famished!
The
very first thing I did---after hurriedly taking my seat…was knock a full glass
of ice water all over the white linen table cloth! God! Help me! Nobody panicked (save---me); they just tried to comfort the “idiot” Yankee clumsy-interloper. Granny laid a towel on the
accidental-spill and began mopping up the liquid while she and several other
women gave me hugs saying “Not to worry! To just forget about it!” On and on! Saints & angels
inhabited my family. I love them!
We
enjoyed a great meal and “stupid”-me learned to be a bit more attentive (I hope
so!).
Fast-forward
twenty years; I took our family to the hills-of-Tennessee visiting Uncle
Randell.
Aunt
Gloria made us a huge breakfast---delectable…Beth, age 7, spooned all the eggs onto her plate and set the
empty bowl on the table; she had been served first, the youngest. No eggs!
Lady
Candice and I were flabbergasted! Aunt Gloria simply took the vacant bowl---went
to the refrigerator…got out another carton of a dozen eggs, turned on the
stove, and, saved the day.
We
all had a good laugh, and the story is still a “family” favorite, then enjoyed
the rewards.
Ah! Cookie Jar
Sweet “Pass the eggs! Please!” Memories!
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