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Twas’ The Night Before Christmas: Blessing

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
The oven was going, and so was my spouse;

The gifts were all wrapped, stacked under the tree,
Too many to count, more than the eye could see;

The children engrossed with yesterday’s toys,
Too excited for rest, awaiting tomorrow’s joys;

And mom in her apron, and I in my Santa’s cap,
Bustling around without time for a nap;

When alongside the house there arose such a clatter,
I sprang into action to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Rolled open the blinds and threw up the sash.

The moon as the backdrop of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
A small stream of smoke rising up from so near;

You gotta’ be kidding–no, it’s no joke,
I knew in a moment, the darned furnace is broke.

More rapid than eagles my curses they came,
And I ranted, and shouted, and called them by name;

“You blasted old stinker! You big piece of crap!
Oh, dang it; it’s stupid, needs a swift foot tap!”

To the top of my limits! To the top of my lungs!
I scream in disgust while speaking in tongues!

As four letter words from my mouth how they fly,
My tools I must get for our visitors are nigh;

So down to the garage my feet how they flew,
With the heater to fix, aft’ fourteen years ‘twas due.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard a door slam,
Must be the ‘Olds of sweet Pap and Gram.

As I paused for a moment, there came a thought,
Of an early time when I was just a tot:

I was dressed in my best, from my head to my feet,
Awaiting Christmas joy in a house that had heat.

A bundle of toys Dad flung on his back,
In a cheap Santa suit, as if from Cracker Jack.

My eyes — how they twinkled! My grin from ear to ear,
I knew I’d get what I’d wished again this year!

But one must have endured the crowd at the stores,
And negotiated the traffic as if in World Wars;

At the drop of a dime, a million was spent,
With gifts to spare yet short on the rent;

As for all the grub, there’s a surplus for sure,
Hungry as a horse, last meal was at four;

Then up to bed for Santa’s to come,
To rise before dawn to restart the fun;

More gift, more food, more camaraderie,
More blessed than if we’d hit the lottery!

That’s when it hit me, there are people without,
Have we forgotten what this thing’s all about?

The greatest gift, God sent His Son,
Not only for me but for everyone.

I dropped to my knees, forgiveness I seek,
I felt in my heart, the Lord about to speak:

Go in peace my dear child, sin no further,
But share my gift with the least of these your brother!

by Brian Shaw
(Assimilated from the original by Clement Clarke Moore)

Remember the reason for the season, and be sure to remind someone else as well!


Scratch N’ Sniff

Here is a poem that I quickly put together based on true events as told by a family member on Black Friday. The names have been left out to protect the innocent. Enjoy, it’s hilarious:

From travel, turkey, and all Thanksgiving tradition,
Too sleepy to stay up for the late news edition.
They scurry to bed without even a yawn,
To sleep until morning but wake before dawn.
After 40-plus years they know just the trick,
“We’ll ‘fondle’ each other till our eyelids get thick!”
She turns in the bed and he scratches her back,
With hopes to nod off, for it’s sleep that they lack.
The plan is not working, they’re still wide awake,
Then her butt made a sound I think in mistake.
A terror awaits while it creeps up the sheet,
The fragrance is foul and it’s not from her feet.
“The nerve!” he says as he crinkles his nose,
“I scratch your back and you let out one of those!”
She turns with a grin in under a blink,
With a funny response to explain the whole stink.
“You’ve known me for years; why, what did you expect?”
“I’m a ‘scratch n’ sniff model;’ now, rub my neck.”

Paddle Your Own Canoe

Carpe Diem (or Seize the Day), as exclaimed by Robin Williams in the 1989 movie Dead Poets Society. I love a good movie, a good quote, a good blog post, or any good piece of media that aims to inspire. I heard a great poem a few years back that reminds me of the saying, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

Each day we get is a blessing, question is, will we waste it or will we use it for the glory of God? Either way, it is your choice. Whether you find yourself in a sea of success or up a creek without a paddle, make today count; make today the day that you will forge ahead in the direction of your destination! Paddle your own canoe!

Paddle Your Own Canoe

Voyager upon life’s sea,
To yourself be true,
And whatever your lot may be,
Paddle your own canoe.
Never, though the winds may rave,
Falter or look back;
But upon the darkest wave
Leave a shining track.
Paddle your own canoe.

Nobly dare the wildest storm,
Stem the hardest gale,
Brave of heart and strong of arm
You will never fail.
When the world is cold and dark,
Keep your aim in view;
And toward the beacon work,
Paddle your own canoe. …

..Would you crush the giant wrong,
In the world’s free fight?
With a spirit brave and strong,
Battle for the right.
And to break the chains that bind
The many to the few
To enfranchise slavish mind,-
Paddle your own canoe.
Nothing great is lightly won,
Nothing won is lost,
Every good deed, nobly done,
Will repay the cost.
Leave to Heaven, in humble trust,
All you will to do:
But if succeed, you must
Paddle your own canoe.

by Sarah Bolton, written in 1851