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| Kings and Kingdoms all pass away nothing on earth endures, but the Love of God who sent His Son is Forever and Ever Yours. |
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| Tonight, I am thinking back to the time when I was a little girl. I looked forward all year to Christmas day and to that delightful, magical world. We only got toys at special times birthdays and Christmas Eve. I had no idea when I was small Just what Mama had up her sleeve! Santa decorated our tree on Christmas Eve and we didn't see it till morning We'd jump out of bed as fast as the wind As soon as daylight was dawning. There was the smell of cinnamon and peppermint canes and my Mother's delicious pies There was homemade fudge and cookies galore And you should have seen our eyes when we gazed on this wondrous Christmas tree as perfect as any I'd seen with magic ornaments that sparkled like dew against this beautiful tree so green. There were silver icicles, and tinsel ropes and lights that would shine like a star Christmas Eve Mom told us of Jesus's birth while she pointed to that Heavenly star. How he was born a King in a manger cold and how he died to save our souls and although we were small, we knew what she meant Because we had been told of how Jesus died on that old wooden cross With nails in his hands and feet How he had risen from his grave Oh! That story was so sweet! I would like to travel to my heart's content See all sorts of places and things that I've meant to see in my lifetime, but wherever I go I want to be home for Christmas. I know that I'm happy wherever I am any other day of the year But my heart sings with joy and my childish mind turns to home this time of the year. And I want to be home for Christmas. Each year I renew the Christmas spirit and my children have carried it on They will go lots of places and see lots of things But when all is said and done They want to be home for Christmas On Christmas I miss my childhood days but memory takes me back to those years when there were no cares and life was so sweet and I feel my eyes filling with tears How I want to go home for Christmas! copyright 2001 ~Kacey~ |
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| Oh the debates that we had standing in the cold and the mud, Each of us rooted by the tree that we found. Trying to gain the bragging rights we each saw, hoping to cut it and watch it fall down. And Oh to be elected to hand out the gifts, From under the tree as it twinkled at home. Watching the smiles on each sleepy face, As the paper piled up like a dome. Then without any question to Grandma and Grandpa's house we did go, For a dinner that was fit for a King. Sharing the years stories with our family and friends Reminiscing Christmas Past and those who were missing. Christmas has changed since the wiser have grown old, But all the memories still remain in our heart. Our children's grown up and they now have their own, And it is time, now, that they play the part. Let's hope that we taught them the most that we could, And the lessons they learned were O.K. Because before you can imagine the time has since past, And it now is our Children's new day. D.L.Sutton 2002 used with permission Thank you Don |
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| To fall in love with God is the greatest of all romances; to seek Him, the greatest adventure; to find Him, the greatest human achievement. |
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