Christmas…by MwsR It is certainly not about who is good or naughty Now don’t misunderstand me and go-getting haughty. I think of Christmas as a market made for money I know some of you are thinking that’s not very funny. But it is true. I know you see you, you do. It should be a celebration about Christ’s birth The whole frankincense and myrrh. But sadly I see people so obsessed with gift-giving Instead they’re putting emphasis on all the receiving. Now don’t get me wrong I am not saying to be a scrooge Just have a heart that gives love and love will ensue. Think about widows and homeless people Think about those you encounter that come worship under the same steeple. There are people fighting just to have a reason to see the magic in this Christmas season. They may never know till you take the time to show It’s not something you can find wrapped up with a bow. It is what Christmas should represent It was that hope that God had sent. His son, the newborn king The one who gives us everything. The reason for this Holiday. The time to get on your knees and pray, And thank him the Lord of all of us I hope you all have a Merry Christmas!
Been thinking about you from dusk to dawn Wishing we could talk again, all evening long. You came in my life at such an impressionable age Showed me how to dream while in a most imaginable state. I wonder often if I cross your mind Leaving you breathless while not being far behind. I carry you around like a clown carries his props. Never letting you go for fear my heart would drop Or my heartbeat stop. There are times I swear I hear your words If I told that to certain people they’d think me absurd. But it’s true and deep And follows with every heartbeat. You changed my mind, filled my soul Like frost that is inseparable from the cold. One blink I feel I might lose sight While holding you in my heart so tight. A dream, I think not Just an inescapable knot.
Photographs, times, I can’t remember, but I can see None though, except one of you and me. The hardest part is gathering bits here or there And hearing how losing you was so hard to bear. Pictures can’t fix what my mind goes through Or make my dreams of you come true. The ones who knew you, I sure envy so! That’s not something I’ll ever know. I wish you could have been alive to see That little baby that grew into me. Gone but never too far From that hole in my heart that now has become a permanent scar. If I were allowed a day of happy I’d wish it to be with you, my Daddy.