MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
I know it's already been said, but I just wanted to say it again!
The fat man is in the air! Don't believe it? Watch it happen! http://www.noradsanta.com/index.php
WOO HOO!!
The beauty of small town living...
- ROSE
- Bomont, West Virginia, United States
- When you have no idea what you're doing, somebody else will ... or at least make something up & run with it.
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Wes? You guys still tuned in? All you military people - past & present, far & near - without you, our country would be a far different place. At Christmas and always, we THANK YOU!
Y'all have a safe and happy holiday.
When you tell someone to have
a “happy holiday,”
there’s really more implied
in what you’re trying to say.
Do you think I’ll be offended
if you dare to keep
Jesus in my holiday?
that’s a mighty leap.
I find it more offensive
to be oh, so correct.
I appreciate your own beliefs,
but what of MY respect?
Some say that it does honor
those of other faiths
but I’m not of those “other faiths,”
so please say to MY face,
MERRY, MERRY CHRISTMAS!
happy birthday to your Lord!
may your day be full of love and joy,
of this, we’re in accord.
Mother Goose
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I
gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter
beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed
the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure
and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I
slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I
opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I
crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A
lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a
Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing
watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in
this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from
the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by
choice.
I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That
separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to
stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," Then
he sighed, "that's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of ' Nam,' And
now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my
wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The
red, white, and blue... an American flag.
"I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away
from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down
my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure
for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your
family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done, For
being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just
tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead, To
know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That
we mattered to you as you mattered to us.
PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
people as
you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our
U.S.
service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities.
River of beer..????
I FOUND IT!!!! Whoooowhooooooo!!! :) life is good at my house about now!!
How's "Eve" going at your place Rose? Everyone, please be safe!!!!
Later...Happy whatever it is you celebrate!!
yep still here
Us military folk here are all doing well. i have attached a poem that was written by a Marine that i have always enjoyed. well i wanna thank you rose and every one else around the county and i wish everyone A MERRY CHRISTMAS
wes
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The
following is his request. I think it is reasonable.....
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
MERRY CHRISTMAS ROSE and all the people who post on the blogs.
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL WHO STOP BY HERE!
Just got a call from the Baltimore area - Santa's been spotted heading this way!
(I saw him yesterday in Elkview, driving a pickup truck!)
Father,how excited you must have been on the night before Jesus was born. All of heaven must have been electrified with joy! That exact day had arrived, that exact moment to bless all peoples with your gift of love-the Lord Jesus Christ the Savior; that ultimate expression of your eternal love for your creation of humankind and our children for all generations to come. For all this I thank you, Father!
Father, I thank you for the eventual death of your Son 33 years after that first Christmas that paid the debt for all our sins that we not prish but have everlasting life. I thank you, Father, for the blessed Holy Spirit that raised Jesus Christ from the grave giving us the hope of new life, newly created life to be lived forever in your presence both here and the hereafter,when we go to live where Jesus Christ now lives, at your right hand. Again, for this I thank you Father.
The gifts have all been opened, everybody got more than they asked for, the dinner dishes have all been washed & put away, the guests have all gone home & our fridge is full to capacity. Does life get any better than this?
What a wonderfully lovely day we had at the Cantrell home! Three of my 4 brothers showed up, one with all 6 children in tow! Hopefully, someday, I can actually host a dinner & have all 7 of us siblings together at one time. We're all so scattered about, I feel blessed to just have a few at a time if that's all I can get.
Next year, I might at least get all 4 brothers AND my "heart sister" - the name my children dubbed my bestus friend years ago. Don't y'all think she & my crazy brother make a nice couple? BAHAHAHA!
I sincerely hope you all had a day as wonderful as mine. Had it just been half of what it was, it'd still be more blessing than one little ol' hick girl deserves.
b...rulz, we'll keep the light on for ya! I hope you do start your blog back up before too long. You're always welcome here, though!
SB? Send me the link & I'll put it over on the homepage. Do you get a lot of company over there?
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