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Christmas Poems And Inspiration

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Patti it is beautiful and such a great idea what you have done for all the children. My prayer is that God will bless you for all the hard work you have done and such a great thing for all our children to come together.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Carolyn Bethea Jeremiah 29:11 "I know the plans I have for you."                    

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With 2 weeks before Christmas REMEMBER:

 

Jesus and Santa

 

Santa lives at the North Pole.

 

JESUS is everywhere.

 

Santa rides in a sleigh

 

JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.

 

Santa comes but once a year

 

JESUS is an ever present help.

 

Santa fills your stockings with goodies

 

JESUS supplies all your needs.

 

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited

 

JESUS stands at your door and knocks.. and then

enters your heart.

 

You have to stand in line to see Santa

 

JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.

 

Santa lets you sit on his lap

JESUS lets you rest in His arms.

Santa says "Hi little boy or girl, What's your

name?"

 

JESUS knew our name before we did. Not only does

He know our name, He knows our address too. He

knows our history and future and He even knows how

many hairs are on our heads.

 

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly

 

JESUS has a heart full of love.

 

All Santa can offer is HO HO HO

 

JESUS offers health, help and hope.

 

Santa says "You better not cry"

 

JESUS says "Cast all your cares on me for I care

for you.

 

Santa's little helpers make toys

 

JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts,

repairs broken homes and builds mansions.

 

Santa may make you chuckle but

 

JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.

 

While Santa puts gifts under your tree

 

JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.

 

It's obvious there is really no comparison.

 

We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.

 

We need to put Christ back in Christmas.

 

Jesus is still the reason for the season.

 

May the Lord Bless and Watch over you and your

loved ones this Christmas 2008

 

And may He prosper and bless the work of your

hands in the New Year.

 

God bless you all

 

 

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Just sharing something i wrote in response to  someone crying out for a way to have presents for    Christmas, this "anonymous" person wrote the   following;
    
   What can you do Christmas morning when you wake up
   with the kids and there are no gifts to exchange? I
   don't want to sit around and just look at each
   other. It's still Christmas and the morning needs to
   be special.
       
  
and here is how i replied;
    
   Oh my, the Holidays may be almost over BUT the gift
   of Life goes on... and there is ALOT more to
   Christmas than Gifts...
   Our daughter was an organ and cornea donor 15 years
   ago when she died at the age of 9 while trying to
   board her school bus. She was always creating and
   making gifts for people with her crayons and
  paper... her gifts live on in my heart, the gifts of
   Love, Laughter and Thankfulness.
   There is so much we can give that is not a physical
   present AND those gifts are treasured and endeared
   to the heart and soul, never to be broken or ever
  taken away.
   thankfulness of all there is to life is a good
  start.
   I hope that you were able to round up a charity to
   assist you in the area of physical presents but more
   than that I pray that your hearts and souls were
  touched by Jesus being the Reason for the Season and
   all that life "Gives" and has to offer.
   God Bless You All.
   Sunday, December 28th 2008 @ 11:34 AM

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(Written by Faye McCord, TCF Jackson, MS in loving memory of my son, Lane McCord (1/26/65 - 9/13/98) and dedicated to all bereaved parents)
rexandfaye@bellsouth.net
With permission from Faye


‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

~ For Bereaved Parents ~

‘Twas the month before Christmas and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing - the holiday craze.
The stores were all filled with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers by day and by night.


As others were making their holiday plans, My heart was breaking - I could not understand. I had lost my dear child a few years before, And I knew what my holidays had in store.

When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound, I sprang to my feet and was looking around. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The sight that I saw took my breath away, And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a cluster of butterflies fluttering near. With beauty and grace they performed a dance,

I knew in a moment this was not by chance. The hope that they gave me was a sign from above, That my child was still near me and that I was loved. The message they brought was my holiday gift, And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.

As I knelt closer to get a better view, One allowed me to pet it - as if it knew - That I needed the tough of its fragile wings, To help me get through the holiday scene.

In the days that followed I carried the thought, Of the message the butterflies left in my heart, That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead, Our children are with us - they are not really dead. Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
“To all bereaved parents - We love you tonight!”

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Christmas In Another Time And Place

I hear all of those Christmas Carols playing over and over as  The special day nears.
But deep down underneath, there is only one voice that
Would bring music to my ears.
Once again, the holidays bring along the heart break I must face.
But this year, I will let my mind take me back to Christmas in another Time and place.
A time when just because he was here, the world seemed right.
A time when I didn’t have to look up to the stars, to tell him good night.
A time when just to hear his laughter made me feel warm  inside. A time when my heart was still a place for hope, peace and joy to Reside.

It was the last Christmas I was to spend with him.
Left only now to wish for what might have been.
It left me knowing when I had my sweet son, I truly had it all.
And it taught me I can never take this life for granted, most of all. 
The joy that he brought, almost made time stand still.
His spirit still within my heart is ever so real.
So I will send him all of my love on this lonesome Christmas Day,  And ask God to bless him in a very special way.
The reminders of the season will always cause my soul to ache. But I can always go back to my Christmas, in another time and place.


Carole Adams (Loganville, Ga)
Mother of Drew Adams
carole17@bellsouth.net
With permission from Carole

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  Christmas In Heaven:                 
                                                        
   I fell asleep on Christmas Eve, it wasn't much past  
   midnight. When suddenly, I stepped into a wonderful  
    place. A place, where the light was the purest and  
    brightest, that I'd ever seen! It tickled my eyes,  
    delighting my soul! I continued walking, wondering  
   where I was at and what awesome sights, I might see. 
     When out of the blue I heard the most beautiful    
   hymns, being sung from somewhere far, but yet near.  
   I hurried along, hoping to find the awesome singers. 
    So, I might see them for myself. Then, "as if", in  
    answer to my prayer, before my eyes they appeared!  
     The loveliest choir, floated up on a beautiful,    
   fluffy, white cloud! Oh, it was truely the fluffiest 
   and whitest cloud, that my thoughts could ever have  
   imagined! And Inspired and awestruck, I listened to  
    the singers, so intently. Then smiling from ear to  
   ear, my heart was warmed, and my soul was healed! I  
     heard such a glorious sound! Then trumpets began   
      trumpeting and drums were pounded! As, tens of    
    thousands of angels came marching in! And carrying  
   their instruments, they played them proudly, as they 
               welcomed me, to God's home.              
    So amazed and comforted, I looked about. Thinking,  
     my wildest dreams had come true! But what to my    
      wondering eyes should appear! But more angels!        
 Thousands and thousands of them, came flying up,   
   with their golden wings spread wide! With each one  
      greeting me, with all of their love! A love so    
    perfect and it felt so good! To amaze and shock me  
    even more, even though I'd thought that "this was   
   the greatest"! And my heart couldn't possibly take  
   much more! My angel Mark came out from the middle of 
   the group, holding his hands up high in a welcoming     
    hug. His smile, so sweet from ear to ear.       
    And beside my son, stood all of "your angels" they  
    were all dressed in white! With their golden halos  
  shining, and their eyes lit up with love, for it was 
    Christmas morning! They all smiled warmly, wishing  
   us all the best, their love, good wishes and cheer.  
      "We love you all, so dearly!" They chimed in a    
    melodic unison, sending their thoughts so warmly!   
   Then bells began ringing, and the greatest surprise  
   was yet to come! Amazed and awestruck, I listened as 
     I heard the Trumpets, blow! Knealing down on my    
   knees I bowed down my head. For God the creator, had 
       entered. And Jesus, his son was at his side!     
   "It's my sons birthday and we welcome you here. And  
     please come back again, but only when it's your  time.
 And for now, I ask that do me a favor. Please  
   send them a message from me, the Creator. To Love,  
    honor and obey me, and yes dear ones, your angels   
   are here too. Love one another on earth, as we love  
   you! We love you and wish you all of the best. And,  
    forever our hearts will be with you!. Have a Very   
      Merry Christmas! Knowing, that your angels are    
   spending it with me and my son, no grander place to  
    be! Then always remember, that we're here whenever  
                 you need us, just call."               
   And with that wish, my eyes were opened again. And I 
      was laying awake, back in my bed. But just one    
    thought, came to my mind. I'd visited heaven!
And  wiith, "his love" my saviour had gifted me, with a  
                gift to share with you.                
  Blessings for the hoildays and always and forever,  
                  Shirley and angel Mark                
                       12-25-2008                      
                                            
     Death leaves a void a deep pain from within.     
      It's a pain that keeps on giving, leaving us     
                 breathless in it's wake.               
    Remember to live and breathe. We are survivors!!!   
   Mark Andrew, forever my son. 11-14-1978 to 4-3-2003  
                        Shirley M.                      
           www.choices- therippleeffect. com
          
 
 
 

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May All of our Angels bring a sweet
Light of Love from Heaven Above,
For the Holiday Season and the New Year of 2009 ~
For they, Are Forever Remembered with Love,
By All of Us,
And they are so Dearly Divine...
 
12/14/08  Cindy Jo Greever 
 

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                                                Christmas Memories
 
                                There is a memory in my heart,
                                When Christmas comes around;
                                Children's laughter filled the air,
                                And blessed it with joyous sound.
 
                                A little bit of magic,
                                Like sparkle on the snow;
                                Time stood still, now time is gone,
                                Where did the laughter go?
 
                                Where did the piping carols go,
                                The ones my child used to sing?
                                They're tucked so deeply in my heart,
                                In memories Christmas brings.
 
                                Where did the little stockings go,
                                That hung on the mantle with care?
                                Tucked away in my box of dreams,
                                Of the child no longer there.
 
                                For Christmas brings a special ache,
                                Deep within my soul;
                                For the child I loved and now is gone,
                                The half that made me whole.
 
                                Gone are the dreams of our future,
                                Left is a distant past;
                                Yet childish laughter rings in my heart,
                                And memories that will last.
 
                                Celebrate Christmas in Heaven, my child;
                                Let your laughter fill the air;
                                Until the day I am by your side,
                                My love will be with you there.
 
                                Allison Chambers Coxsey, 2002
                                Used with permission
                             Hugs,
                            Donna-Corey's Mom

Dustin's Christmas - 2007

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