December 21, 2008

• Merry Christmas Xanga, 2008

   

   Merry Christmas Xanga

  It’s hard to believe, another year is nearly gone.  I go from holiday to holiday traveling the world in movies as months progress one to the next, faster than a speeding bullet and it all begins again, time running its relay race. 

  A bit of silliness you will enjoy:  CLICK HERE FOR AN INTERACTIVE Christmas FUN page (shockwave flash).

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  A Poem

  Christmas 2008
  © RSBlain
  December 21, 2008
   
  I’m thinking Christmas, and I’m picturing snow,
  As deep as the memories of my long ago,
  Nearly mid century, the air still, mountain fresh
  Snowflakes falling so cold, they could settle and rest
  On my warm mittened palm, where study revealed
  A pure, lacy white picture, embedded then sealed
  In my mind, where nostalgic thoughts bring them back
  As real as packages, boxed, ribboned and tied
  For delivery by Santa on his Christmas sleigh ride

  *
   When thinking of Christmas, I’m in fur coat and muff
   With warm woolen scarves and leggings and stuff,
   Entertained by skating and sledding the streets,
   Making snowmen and snow balls and sugared snow treats
  My toes feel flash frozen, and need to be warmed
   They’re hot pink from the cold of our first Winter storm,
   I head home, to thaw cheeks all frostbitten red,
   and I hurry with thoughts of grandma’s hot, homemade bread

  *
  
  When thinking of Christmas, my ears hear the sounds
  Of reindeer pawing rooftop, while we’re playing around
  Under covers, me and sis, we’re excited, awake,
  Listening for whispers, only Christmas can make
  Thumps and bumps on the roof from a bell gilded sleigh
  And giggles from Santa, as he  might or he may
  Leave coal in our stockings for our poor behavior …
  Then decide to leap quickly, into sleigh and take flight
  Instead of leaving some presents, for us, Christmas night

  *
  When thinking of Christmas, I taste long distant smells
  Of turkey and dressing and potatoes that swelled
  Fluffy with cream, filling bowls and our eyes
  With gourmet presentations, all remembered, life size
  Made from scratch from recipes hand written in books,
  For saving to pass to, the futures’ good cooks,
  Who in turn will pass them, down to their own …
  And, now, the meals’ ending, baked Christmas delights
  My mouth waters when thinking of each morsel and bite

  *
  When thinking of Christmas, I can’t help but think toys
  That Santa left gift wrapped, for good girls and boys
  And opening the presents beneath tree, in a rush,
  Leaving papers all torn round the floor, to be brushed
  Away from the tables, the piano, and chairs
  Freeing up floor space to play with our wares
  We have gathered together, in our own little piles …
  Of treasure filled boxes which Santa had dragged
  Down the soot coated chimney, in his magic bag

  *
  When I think of Christmas, so much comes to mind
  That the gift of good recall, reaches inside to find
  Windows all iced from the cold Winter’s air,
  Pressed fairies froze solid when we found them there,
  And grace at the table, and prayers at our bed,
  And Mom, and the bedtime stories she read,
  And the tortuous wait at the top of the stairs, …
  As slowly, Grandparents make their way to the tree
  Where not a present was opened, until they could see

  *
  When thinking of Christmas, I think of the Babe
  Of whom stories and songs are retold and re-played,
  Of Mary and Joseph, and kings led by bright star,
  And the glorious birth after travel so far,
  From homes far away to where God’s greatest plan
  Birthed Creation’s Salvation with the advent of a man,
  And the stillness I feel on this wonder filled night …
  Hearing songs of the angels and of shepherds who prayed
  Giving thanks for the Savior, born on Christmas Day

  *
  When I think of Christmas, I have tucked away
  Polished reflections, on a reel where they stay,
  But they run unexpected when I’m trying to sleep
  These shadowy Christmas I protectively keep
  Refusing their loss or their slow fading out
  As I know what Christmas is really about …
  A concept, the conviction of immortalities’ scope,
  Faith in the Christmas child, His love, peace, and hope
   

  Listen to this video, Mary Did You Know, performed by Kathy Mattea.  It’s my favorite Christmas Carol.  If you haven’t heard it you are in for a moving minute in your life. 

  My favorite performance is Kenny Rogers and Wynona Judd but there is no a live performance on YouTube, so I chose Kathy as the next best, ENJOY both …

  Merry Christmas Xanga, and my hope is, each and everyone of you has the Happiest of New Years.

  
  Becca

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