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hmm well this year i have learned much more about Jesus and God compared to last year....i think i'll be more thankful and more joyful and more generous than any other christmas i had

Well I just had to post this, this has always been a favorite Christmas poem!

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."

Yes that would of been something for Mary to explain to others that she never slept with anyone. Guess that's why she was hidden from all to see and know

Good Silver, and welcome! Yes I celebrate Jesus birthday with my family as well, we always bake a cake and sing happy birthday!

"A Mother’s Cry"


Long ago and far away
On a very special day
In Mary’s womb
A child did bloom.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
How can you be my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

Shepherds came, angels sang,
Wisemen from afar, gifts they did arrange.
Dreams of warning, trips afar
To save this bright morning star.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
Why do they seek my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

A king did die,
The threat no longer nigh,
To Nazareth the family roams,
The place that became His home.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
Why was I blessed so, my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.


To Jerusalem to celebrate,
But they did not rightly estimate
How much the child had grown.
Three days He was gone, if only they had known.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
I was so frightened, my little one!"
I could hear Mary cry.

Many years of peaceful life
Before the beginning of the strife.
Baptism in the Jordan was the start
Of His ministry to heal every heart.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
How was I to know, my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

He healed the sick, raised the dead,
And made the blind to see; the prisoners He led.
Many sought Him out
But some against Him did shout.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
Why do they hate my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

The leaders then did conspire
To stop this new fire.
In the dark of night they took Him
And proceeded to nail Him to a limb.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
Why must you die, my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

Into the tomb, dark and cold
His enemies thought would hold
That spark of hope
That helped so many cope.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
How can I go on, my little one?"
I could hear Mary Cry.

Three days went by,
Women came nigh
To prepare Him for eternal rest
But found the tomb an empty nest.

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
Where have they taken you, my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

Angels in white raiment
Came to make a statement.
"Do not seek the living among the dead.
He is risen, this tomb is no longer His bed."

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
How can this be true, my little one?"
I could hear Mary cry.

He appeared to His followers then.
The great good news did begin.
To them He did say "Believe all the prophets spoke.
To conquer sin and death is why I awoke."

"Oh my Lord, my precious Son,
You are my Savior and King, my little one!"
I could hear Mary cry.

By: Ann Martin

Wow Angel, this poem is very good.

That's ok Angel for I know we been busy lately 3nodding