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VERY VERY MOVING!
The Nativity....
It's Christmas Time Again!
The best time of the year!
Please feel free to post your favorite Christmas Songs or stories on this board.
Have a GREAT, SAFE, LOVING and FUN-FILLED Christmas Season !!!
Silver Bells
Johnny Mathis
I just posted the following link for your Holiday Enjoyment!!!
Streaming Holiday Music from AllDansRadio.com
http://www.alldanzradio.com/asx/channel_xmas.asx
FATHER'S LOVE LETTER!
Hello all!
Welcome to another Christmas Season!
May the love of Jesus Christ be with you all though this season of loving and giving to those in need!
Please feel free to post any and all of your Christmas Favorites on this board!
FATHER'S LOVE LETTER is my perennial favorite that I like to share with everyone at this time of year!
I hope that it touches your heart and soul the same way that it has always touched mine!
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
Father's Love Letter........
http://www.fathersloveletter.com/video3.html
ELVIS Presley ... The First Noel/Silent Night ...
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer with lyrics....
BING CROSBY !
White Christmas !
Please Christmas....... Don't Delay!
Happy HALLOMAS!
Hi Everyone!
Christmas is BACK!
Although it should be Christmas every day of the year, let's start THIS Christmas Season with a Classic......
I truly hope that you enjoyed the link WE ARE THE WORLD!
It indeed IS and CAN be CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY!
Dave
Christmas IS ALIVE everyday of the year!
Here is a small reminder of that!
Click on the link below and ENJOY!
WE ARE THE WORLD ...
Beautiful Christmas posts, dpb5!
Merry Christmas!!
As may many of you wander in life on this Christmas Day, I wish to offer all Peace, Love, and Joy!
As we all awake this Christmas morn, let us set aside the differences that make us all so uniquely HUMAN.
Let us rejoice in the familiarity of LOVE and FORGIVENESS this Holiday Season.
Life is way too short to hold grudges.
Christmas is an ever healing HOLIDAY of Heart AND Mind.
Envelope the feeling of the day. It only happens once a year, but can transcend LIFETIMES!
Happy Holidays to ALL!
It is time for JOY, and HARMONY, and BLISS!
CHRIST IS BORN AGAIN!
It is that time of year for remberance.
The Son of God is BORN!
http://www.fathersloveletter.com/fllpreviewlarge.html
THE STORY OF JESUS !!!
Read it or LISTEN to it here...
http://www.thestoryofjesus.com/part1_2.html?PHPSESSID=52204682b339f11fda74408a34cc4d8c
Merry Christmas to all from me........
http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1656821277
Thanks Superbee!
VERY NICE!
Perry Como ~ Home For The Holidays
Perry Como ~ Silver Bells
My Mom's all time fav Christmas song by her fav artist ever!
A Slice Of Life...
Jean heaved another world-weary sigh. Tucking a strand of shiny black hair behind her ear, she frowned at the teetering tower of Christmas cards waiting to be signed. What was the point? How could she sign only one name? A "couple" required two people, and she was just one.
The legal separation from Don had left her feeling vacant and incomplete. Maybe she would skip the cards this year. And the holiday decorating. Truthfully, even a tree felt like more than she could manage. She had canceled out of the caroling party and the church nativity pageant. Christmas was to be shared, and she had no one to share it with.
The doorbell's insistent ring startled her. Padding to the door in her thick socks, Jean cracked it open against the frigid December night. She peered into the empty darkness of the porch. Instead of a friendly face -- something she could use about now -- she found only a jaunty green gift bag perched on the railing. From whom? she wondered. And why?
©Publications International, Ltd.
Under the bright kitchen light, she pulled out handfuls of shredded gold tinsel, feeling for a gift. Instead, her fingers plucked an envelope from the bottom. Tucked inside was a typed letter. It was a...story?
The little boy was new to the Denmark orphanage, and Christmas was drawing near, Jean read. Already caught up in the tale, she settled into a kitchen chair.
From the other children, he heard tales of a wondrous tree that would appear in the hall on Christmas Eve and of the scores of candles that would light its branches. He heard stories of the mysterious benefactor who made it possible each year.
The little boy's eyes opened wide at the mere thought of all that splendor. The only Christmas tree he had ever seen was through the fogged windows of other people's homes. There was even more, the children insisted. More? Oh, yes! Instead of the orphanage's regular fare of gruel, they would be served fragrant stew and crusty, hot bread that special night.
Last, and best of all, the little boy learned, each of them would receive a holiday treat. He would join the line of children to get his very own....
Jean turned the page. Instead of a continuation, she was startled to read: "Everyone needs to celebrate Christmas, wouldn't you agree? Watch for Part II." She refolded the paper while a faint smile teased the corner of her mouth.
The next day was so busy that Jean forgot all about the story. That evening, she rushed home from work. If she hurried, she'd probably have enough time to decorate the mantle. She pulled out the box of garland, only to drop it when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she found herself looking at a red gift bag. She reached for it eagerly and pulled out the piece of paper.
...to get his very own orange, Jean read. An orange? That's a treat? she thought incredulously.
An orange! Of his very own? Yes, the others assured him. There would be one apiece. The boy closed his eyes against the wonder of it all. A tree. Candles. A filling meal. And an orange of his very own.
He knew the smell, tangy sweet, but only the smell. He had sniffed oranges at the merchant's stall in the marketplace. Once he had even dared to rub a single finger over the brilliant, pocked skin. He fancied for days that his hand still smelled of orange. But to taste one, to eat one? Heaven.
The story ended abruptly, but Jean didn't mind. She knew more would follow.
The next evening, Jean waited anxiously for the sound of the doorbell. She wasn't disappointed. This time, though, the embossed gold bag was heavier than the others had been. She tore into the envelope resting on top of the tissue paper.
Christmas Eve was all the children had been promised. The piney scent of fir competed with the aroma of lamb stew and homey yeast bread. Scores of candles diffused the room with golden halos. The boy watched in amazement as each child in turn eagerly claimed an orange and politely said "thank you."
The line moved quickly, and he found himself in front of the towering tree and the equally imposing headmaster.
"Too bad, young man, too bad. But the count was in before you arrived. It seems there are no more oranges. Next year. Yes, next year you will receive an orange."
Brokenhearted, the orphan raced up the stairs empty-handed to bury both his face and his tears beneath his pillow.
Wait! This wasn't how she wanted the story to go. Jean felt the boy's pain, his aloneness.
The boy felt a gentle tap on his back. He tried to still his sobs. The tap became more insistent until, at last, he pulled his head from under the pillow.
He smelled it before he saw it. A cloth napkin rested on the mattress. Tucked inside was a peeled orange, tangy sweet. It was made of segments saved from the others. A slice donated from each child. Together they added up to make one whole, complete fruit.
An orange of his very own.
Jean swiped at the tears trickling down her cheeks. From the bottom of the gift bag she pulled out an orange -- a foil-covered chocolate orange--already separated into segments. And for the first time in weeks, she smiled. Really smiled.
She set about making copies of the story, wrapping individual slices of the chocolate orange. There was Mrs. Potter across the street, spending her first Christmas alone in 58 years. There was Melanie down the block, facing her second round of radiation. Her running partner, Jan, single-parenting a difficult teen. Lonely Mr. Bradford losing his eyesight, and Sue, sole care-giver to an aging mother....
A piece from her might help make one whole. -- By Carol McAdoo Rehme
The Elf Who Ate Too Much...
The Elf Who Ate Too Much
There was once an elf named Frez that would get so nervous at Christmas time he would eat two lunches at the elf cafeteria. He was trying to be just too perfect in making his toys and never thought they were good enough for the children.
The dolls' eyes never seemed to sparkle enough, thought Frez, and the wagons were not as shinny as last year. Nothing seemed to be going well and the time for delivery of the presents as getting closer.
No one understood why Frez was getting so particular and asking for a size larger elf suit. Then, one day Santa discovered what the problem was and began to solve it. It seemed that Frez was not a young elf, but elves never looked their age, because they were so cheerful and happy. Frez needed to feel he was special, so Santa gave him his own project called "special toys." These were all the toys that were broken and needed repairs and love. Frez was so glad to be in charge of such a project that he ate only one lunch that day to hurry back to his tasks.
We can learn from what Santa did for Frez about ourselves. Sometimes we have off days when we are just not feeling quite positive. Someone's smile or asking us to join some friends can make our whole day worthwhile.
Frez is content now with restoring the broken toys to new, and he does not have to eat so much because he is happy. He even wears his old suit now, and his new suit is taken in for his smaller waist.
Let us try to do something worthwhile everyday so a "Frez Attack" will never get us. We all have special talents and we can help someone out that we see feeling down. It takes only a few moments to be able to know why someone is not feeling happy. Take that time from your usual day and listen. Most importantly, we are here to help each other and all of us have that special talent to do it. Use yours today.
1993 Carol Ann Garretson All Rights Reserved
Yes Virginia...
Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus
Editorial Page, New York Sun, 1897
We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:
Dear Editor,
I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O'Hanlon
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!!
Redneck Christmas Gifts.....
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My pleasure! Glad you enjoyed it. It really is beautiful music, isn't it?
When a Child is Born.....
Thank you
Beautiful, dpb5!! Thank you, the real meaning, the miracle, the gift to all of us.......
Another favorite of mine by any singer or group....
Very nice one Fern!
This is Christmas spirit!!
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