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CHRISTMAS
DREAMS...
The stuff Christmas is made
of...
It may be your favorite time of the year...
The
crowds in the malls, the smell of pine, spices and food cooking fill the air
with aromas that are timeless. Then comes a quiet time putting up
the tree with the sound of a familiar Christmas Carol playing in the background.
After
the lights are on, each ornament is hung carefully, some passed down from
generation to generation, others from our childhood bring back a flood of
memories of family gathered around the tree exchanging gifts.
Then there is that jolly old man from the North. How many years
did you ask questions about how Santa got down the chimney, how he would find
you if you were not at home. Now it's Christmas morning and you are the parent
placing gifts under the tree and looking forward to seeing young eyes open wide
with delight as they see the gifts that appeared over night.
It
is here that we search our past, for there by the tree, we recall memories of
times past... Times when remembered give us warm fuzzy feelings and, perhaps
bring a tear to our eyes as we long to recapture the fountain of our youth.
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WOOFIE BONES
by Harvey Ackerman, Jr.
Copyright 1983
"The sleigh is all loaded and ready to go,
The reindeer are playfully pawing the snow,
A sky full of stars will serve as his guide,
And man's best friend will sit by his side,
For years you will hear about that wonderful night,
So here is the story of that Christmas Eve flight,
Many gifts were wrapped and ready to go,
The sleigh was so heavy as it slid thru the snow,
As it lifted and rose toward the star studded sky,
The jolly old driver gave thanks it would fly,
One star shone brighter than all of the rest,
To guide one from the North and some from the west,
Strong winds were blowing and the reindeer grew weary,
And though forced to land the old gent was still cheery,
As he jumped from the sleigh he heard such a sigh,
There was nothing in sight but it sounded nearby,
As he looked more closely he saw the poor soul,
In the snow two eyes and a nose black as coal,
The furry white puppy was half frozen or dead,
With bones that were showing from not being fed,
There are children who love him that are willing to share,
Tonight he will live because of children who care,
A red blanket he fetched and fashioned a bed,
From gifts for the children made he a collar of red,
Twelve birthstones were placed on the collar in gold,
And soon the limp puppy would be safe from the cold,
A stone for each month so the old gent would know,
Every child that is born for their birthstone would glow,
A name he knew well must be inscribed on a tag,
The old gent went quickly and searched through his bag,
The tag was all finished and the collar in place,
The glow from the stones lit the puppy's small face,
More brightly they glowed with such brilliant warm tones,
Bringing a quiver of life to his half frozen bones,
Now next to his new master and safe in his bed,
The reindeer leaped skyward for he still must be fed,
The children would leave goodies for the old gent to eat,
So at his next stop there will be a nice treat,
Everyone is asleep so they quickly go in,
The food would be found by the tree in the den,
There's food on the table and next to the door,
A dish full of food has been placed on the floor,
A note can be read by the light from the stones,
From children who love you Merry Christmas Woofie Bones,
So if you should awaken some Christmas Eve night,
And from another room see a flicker of light,
If it's a splatter of color with warm rich tones,
You can be sure it's old Santa and Woofie Bones."
Reproduction or use of this work
is strictly prohibited.
Woofie Bones is an original copyrighted creation and is presented for your enjoyment. Perhaps someday, a cure for Autism will be found and will be eliminated. In the meantime, enjoy Woofie Bones, and come back often to shop our links.
by Harvey Ackerman, Jr.
Copyright 1983
The reindeer are playfully pawing the snow,
A sky full of stars will serve as his guide,
And man's best friend will sit by his side,
For years you will hear about that wonderful night,
So here is the story of that Christmas Eve flight,
Many gifts were wrapped and ready to go,
The sleigh was so heavy as it slid thru the snow,
As it lifted and rose toward the star studded sky,
The jolly old driver gave thanks it would fly,
One star shone brighter than all of the rest,
To guide one from the North and some from the west,
Strong winds were blowing and the reindeer grew weary,
And though forced to land the old gent was still cheery,
As he jumped from the sleigh he heard such a sigh,
There was nothing in sight but it sounded nearby,
As he looked more closely he saw the poor soul,
In the snow two eyes and a nose black as coal,
The furry white puppy was half frozen or dead,
With bones that were showing from not being fed,
There are children who love him that are willing to share,
Tonight he will live because of children who care,
A red blanket he fetched and fashioned a bed,
From gifts for the children made he a collar of red,
Twelve birthstones were placed on the collar in gold,
And soon the limp puppy would be safe from the cold,
A stone for each month so the old gent would know,
Every child that is born for their birthstone would glow,
A name he knew well must be inscribed on a tag,
The old gent went quickly and searched through his bag,
The tag was all finished and the collar in place,
The glow from the stones lit the puppy's small face,
More brightly they glowed with such brilliant warm tones,
Bringing a quiver of life to his half frozen bones,
Now next to his new master and safe in his bed,
The reindeer leaped skyward for he still must be fed,
The children would leave goodies for the old gent to eat,
So at his next stop there will be a nice treat,
Everyone is asleep so they quickly go in,
The food would be found by the tree in the den,
There's food on the table and next to the door,
A dish full of food has been placed on the floor,
A note can be read by the light from the stones,
From children who love you Merry Christmas Woofie Bones,
So if you should awaken some Christmas Eve night,
And from another room see a flicker of light,
If it's a splatter of color with warm rich tones,
You can be sure it's old Santa and Woofie Bones."
Reproduction or use of this work is strictly prohibited.
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"Fly
at the speed of life, you can land later."
CHRISTMAS
Life comes at you, over you, thru you. In every
life is a story, written or not yet written. For all, there is hope and yet,
some cannot seem to see the way. The young are invincible, immortal and we
were all once there.
Christmas is a gift from God. It is a
celebration of the birthday of a King. The greatest gift you can receive is
the one God gave to you, his son. There is one problem with a gift. The
giver can offer, but you have to accept it. The greatest give you can give
to God is yourself. That is why he gave you his gift first. For God so loved
the world that he gave...
As we listen to joyous Christmas music this
year, let us remember that in every heart, there is a heartache, but there
is also a song. Take time to listen to the songs that play in the hearts of
those you call friend.