Christmas is come and every hearth

Christmas is come and every hearth

Makes room to give him welcome now

E’en want will dry its tears in mirth

And crown him wi’ a holly bough

Tho tramping ‘neath a winters sky

O’er snow track paths and rhymey stiles

The huswife sets her spining bye

And bids him welcome wi’ her smiles

Each house is swept the day before

And windows stuck wi’ evergreens

The snow is beesom’d from the door

And comfort crowns the cottage scenes

Gilt holly wi’ its thorny pricks And yew and box wi’

berrys small These deck the unus’d candlesticks

And pictures hanging by the wall





I believe that Rudolph’s red nose glows

I believe that Rudolph’s red nose glows
I believe that Santa sings funny jingles all through his journey
I believe that he assesses if we’ve been good the whole year as he sees all our doings in his magical crystal sphere
I believe that he smiles at us on the streets irrespective of whether we smile back
I believe he makes miracles happen on the 34th Street
I believe he exists.
And while some fly back to a huge lit up Christmas tree back in their city,
Some of us have to make do with some cheap glitter balls and stars and fairy lights for the tiny ones sitting on our dorm room tables
With carols and beliefs, beer and cakes, lonely mistletoes and lonelier clubs, a room full of friends and old family secrets;
On Christmas Eve, we all find a way to make ourselves feel at home
On Christmas Eve, we all find a way to be our own Santa Claus.

On a silent, holy night

On a silent, holy night
Came Him who is Love and Light
He who was in a manger born
Is Jesus Christ – God’s Son.

He brought peace, joy, and love
Showering men with grace from above
He came to teach us how to live
And how blessed it is to give.

So as we celebrate His birth
This is what I sincerely pray:
That Christ will rule in your heart
May you know Him better each day.

I pray you always remember
Every day of this December
That Jesus Christ is the reason,
The reason for the season.

I accidentally let one loose

I accidentally let one loose
in maths – you see, I’d had the sprouts!
The teacher shrieked, “That’s no excuse!”
She gave me lines, and then passed out.

I accidentally let one loose,
At Grandma’s house on Christmas day,
I killed the tree and cooked the goose,
The angels gagged and flew away.

I accidentally let one loose
while babysitting. Baby wailed.
The judge declared “that’s child abuse!
Now keep it clenched, or you’ll be jailed!”

I accidentally let one loose…
When life gives lemons, I make pop!
And so, to put my gift to use,
I ran down to the plumbing shop.

With pipes and valves, and foil to fill,
What bright balloons my farts produced!
And buyers swarmed like flies – until…
I accidentally let one loose

May special blessings brightly shine

May special blessings brightly shine
On those who dear to you,
And may the Christmas magic love
Be with you all year through!

On Christmas everyone remembers
Best friends and loved ones too –
So naturally, my loving thoughts
And greetings go to you!

Words cannot express how much love I have for you,
At Christmas time and the whole year through.

God Bless you throughout this Christmas season,
True Love and Joy don’t need a reason!

At Christmastime I think of all the gifts

At Christmastime I think of all the gifts
That bring me great delight and sweet surprise,
But nothing in this world can bring such joy
As you do, when you look into my eyes.

And when I contemplate what Christmas means,
The caring and the giving–I confess,
You’ve given me the things I want the most:
Your love, your touch, your kiss, your warm caress.
The Christmas tree reminds me, with its lights
That just the thought of you sets me aglow;
You light me up from deep within my heart,
Because I cherish you, and love you so.

With you it’s Christmas all the time, sweetheart.
I treasure every hour and every minute.
Your love is all I’ll ever want because,
My life is so fulfilling with you in it.

The True Meaning Of Christmas

The True Meaning Of Christmas

Jesus Christ was born this day
So many years before
He came a servant to the lost,
Though he was Lord of Lords

We celebrate this joyous time,
Reflecting on His birth
Not born in a mansion, but a stable
As if He had no worth

He came so He could identify
With the human heart of man
And gave His life as a sacrifice,
Offering a better plan

A plan that reconciles us back
To our loving Father God,
Bringing hope and redemption from
Sins ruling, iron rod

For this is the only reason that we
Should celebrate this day,
To become focused on anything else,
Would take the meaning away

So let’s arise with joy in our hearts
And share it with everyone
The meaning of Christmas will always be
The birth of Jesus – God’s son

Christmas is a time of little time.

Christmas is a time of little time.
How we get there is a mystery.
Racing madly mall-to-mall, we climb
Into fields of sunlit harmony.
Shopping, cooking, clearing walks and yards,
Trimming house and tree while working, too;
Making phone calls, wrapping, writing cards,
As all worn out we do what we must do
So that this day of joy might joy renew.

A Christmas Wish

A Christmas Wish

I’d like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I’d go out in a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I’d search and find them everyone,
Before the sun went down.


little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”