A Beautiful Story

There is a beautiful story
filled with joy and love;
a Savior for all mankind
sent from up above.

To show us how to love each other,
to be compassionate and true.
This precious, little gift from Heaven
came for me and you.

-akw-

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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This Holiday Scene

Diamonds dancing across the ground
reflecting the starlit sky.
A winter chill in the air
as strangers pass on by.

I’m sitting on a wooden bench
enjoying this holiday scene.
Taking it all in;
the beauty is serene.

The smell of sappy firs,
carols echoing nearby,
cherished memories in my heart,
a teardrop in my eye.

-akw-

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Spying on Santa

Up on my tiptoes, I peer
from behind the stairs tho I fear.
What if I’m caught, is it worth the shot
to see Santa delivering my toys?

I look for the sign he’s been here
but the cookies and milk are still there.
Under the Christmas tree, the skirt lays bare.
No evidence yet he has come.

A heavy sigh I let out,
but cover my mouth before I shout.
“I’ve been a good girl this year;
where are you Santa, do you hear?”


Then thumping shakes the roof
I take that as enough proof.
I run down the hall,
my teddy taking a fall,
but I can’t get caught spying on Santa.

Now in my toasty bed,
into my pillow I sink my head.
Off to dreamland I go
for when I wake it’ll be Christmas morn’s show
’cause Santa has come
tonight.

(Inspiration for this poem was No. 13d, Danse des cygnes. Allegro moderato)

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Christmas Morning Memories

VIGNETTTE

December 1987

I sat on the cream-colored sofa and slowly slid my 8-year old body to the edge. Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite played in the background as the crackling fire masked the sound of my internal excitement. It was an ice-covered, Oklahoma Christmas morning, and we had opened all the usual presents. The things we needed—socks and shoestrings and hair clips. Our favorite junk foods—bugles and corn nuts and lemonheads. And random foods we couldn’t get enough of—black olives and sweet pickles and chicken-in-a-biscuit crackers.

I kept a calm resolve, but my insides were wired as I watched my brother open his last Christmas present, the big finale. And he unwrapped a television. His very own television. A whopping 13-inch, color television. I was blown away. My big present this year is going to be amazing!

“There’s one present le…” my mom couldn’t even finish her sentence before I dashed off, faster than Santa’s reindeer.

Ripping the candy cane wrapping paper off the large box, I paused and stared inside at a tiny card. Utter disappointment filled my heart. KC got a television! And I have a card?! I looked up at my parents with a weak smile. At 8, I was pretty confident of my poker-face capabilities, but thinking back, I’m not too sure I had that skillset. Yet.

“A card” I stated.
“Well, open it” my dad replied.

With a sigh, I slid my finger under the edge and pulled out an index card. A riddle? I followed it’s directions and ran to the kitchen to discover another wrapped card. And another riddle. On to my bedroom. Then the laundry room. And finally to the bathroom where I whipped open the shower curtain to find my pinnacle Christmas present. A brand new, shiny, neon-green scooter.

So much better than KC’s television! I grabbed it and tore out of the bathroom hollering my love and gratitude in a squeaky pitch. Within seconds, I was zipping and zooming up and down the ice-covered street in front of our house. My heart singing “Oh what a beautiful morning, oh what a beautiful day, I’ve got a wonderful feeling, everything’s going my way.”



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