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Just One More Time Part 2
In the morning after breakfast she scurried off to the kitchen to find the cookie cutters, rolling pin and decoration for the cookies. It was time to make the cookies my mom and grandma were heading to the kitchen. Grandma helped me make my sugar cookie mix and plopped the cookie dough in front me. Cookie after cookie were placed on the sheet until there was no more dough left. Grandma placed the cookies in the oven and turned on the light. She sat there watching the cookies through the Window just waiting for the timer to go off. Finally they were done and her mom took them out of the oven and laid them on a cooling tray. Mary and her mom made frosting of all different colors. Mary kept grabbing a spoon and dipping it into the frosting for just one more taste. Then to Mary’s delight it was time to decorate. Mary had all the decorations out for easy access. Mary was having so much fun. Her grandma came over to help her while her mom started the pies. They were all singing Christmas carols. This was such a good time for the family everyone loved being together for the holidays.
The cookies and pies were done and we all collapsed in front of the television to watch a Christmas carol. For they knew Christmas was going to be a busy day. It was not soon before everyone had fallen asleep. Mary was dreaming of all the possibilities tomorrow held. Mary dreamt about all the presents she had asked Santa for. Which ones were under the tree she had no clue.
They all woke up and started cleaning up the house as they knew the party was only hours away. They started the food for the festive celebration. They even made the appetizers and froze them ahead of time. The china was brought out to wash and serving platters in order to stage the food around the room. They were getting so excited as the time was getting close. The family went upstairs to dress so they would be able to welcome everyone in just a little while. The dresses were so formal Mary was not sure which one to pick. She finally settled on a red frilly dress. She liked it because when she twirled it lifted up.
The cookies and pies were done and we all collapsed in front of the television to watch a Christmas carol. For they knew Christmas was going to be a busy day. It was not soon before everyone had fallen asleep. Mary was dreaming of all the possibilities tomorrow held. Mary dreamt about all the presents she had asked Santa for. Which ones were under the tree she had no clue.
They all woke up and started cleaning up the house as they knew the party was only hours away. They started the food for the festive celebration. They even made the appetizers and froze them ahead of time. The china was brought out to wash and serving platters in order to stage the food around the room. They were getting so excited as the time was getting close. The family went upstairs to dress so they would be able to welcome everyone in just a little while. The dresses were so formal Mary was not sure which one to pick. She finally settled on a red frilly dress. She liked it because when she twirled it lifted up.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Part 2Just One More Time
There once was this little girl who wanted only to have a perfect Christmas. Her name was Mary and she was 11 years old. Her dad came into the room one early one morning and announced today was the day to go and get the Christmas tree. She went with her dad to pick out the tree on the farm. They looked at a bunch of them before they found the perfect tree. They carried the tre and secured it to the top of the car. Her dad carried the tree when they got home into the front room to set it up. Everyone came together to decorate the tree. This was an all day event. They sang Christmas carols as the tree was being decorated.
The next day Mary went with her mom shopping for Christmas presents. They went in store after store until their arms were so full they could not carry anymore. After shopping they ended up at the ice cream shop getting their traditional cones. They would sit there and talk about what else they had to do to get ready for the holidays. Mary was so excited as she was listening to her mom tell her what still needed to be done. Her mom was letting her help with the planning for the Christmas party. They hurried on home to wrap all that they Had bought to put them under the tree. Then they made popcorn and watched It’s A Wonderful Life. They were doing funny voices and copying the lines. After the movie we all went to bed tomorrow was another busy day.
The next day Mary went with her mom shopping for Christmas presents. They went in store after store until their arms were so full they could not carry anymore. After shopping they ended up at the ice cream shop getting their traditional cones. They would sit there and talk about what else they had to do to get ready for the holidays. Mary was so excited as she was listening to her mom tell her what still needed to be done. Her mom was letting her help with the planning for the Christmas party. They hurried on home to wrap all that they Had bought to put them under the tree. Then they made popcorn and watched It’s A Wonderful Life. They were doing funny voices and copying the lines. After the movie we all went to bed tomorrow was another busy day.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I wrote this at 2am 24 december part 1
Week before Christmas
'Tis the week before Christmas
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring
but one bespectacled mouse
who came down from the attic
proclaiming himself free, and
now sits atop the Frasier Fir tree.
Stockings, draped over wing-backed chair
not yet hung on the white mantle with care.
Few days remain as the holiday draws near
questioning if St. Nicholas will ever get here.
Now-grown child no longer in the nest, snug
with visions of sugar-plums cutting a rug.
Though I wear no 'kerchief, he does don a cap.
For each, it is rare to get a long winter's nap.
Suddenly, from the nightstand
there arises such a clatter
Tearing open the covers
(but leaving down the sash)
I stumble out of bed
clearly knowing what‘s the matter.
Away to the snooze button
my fingers fly in a flash.
Its fullness coming, eight more days to go
the waxing moon over no new-fallen snow
gives little lustre to gray objects below.
So, down the steep stairs, I slowly descend
with still-sleepy eyes, praying not to end up on end.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but the white-lighted tree decorated with
a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
It could be no other than beloved St. Nick.
I sit by the still fireplace, with chimney intact
ponder how Santa makes it down with his pack.
Then, from my computer I hear a loud ping.
With eye-light twinkle, I ignore the rude thing
brew myself a warm cup of Earl Grey tea.
Take a few minutes more, especially for me.
Heart, in delight, starts to fill up with glee
all the while, sadly, both heart and mind know
’t’will be yet another year of wasted mistletoe.
More rapid than coursers, nay, eagles the work-day, it came
So, I grumble and shout, and call out a few names.
The bags that I’m getting, not filled up with toys,
come from long hours at work frequently toiled.
They don’t sit quietly under the tree but inhabit my face
and act as if they owned the whole visage place
eliciting shouts to the top of the porch, the wall
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
I rush back upstairs, wash face, brush teeth
and prepare for this new day and people to me.
knowing another long day over work will spread
I speak not a word, but head straight there, instead.
Then, you can hear me exclaim, ere I drive away,
"Blessed Season to all, and to all a good-day."
and all through the house
not a creature was stirring
but one bespectacled mouse
who came down from the attic
proclaiming himself free, and
now sits atop the Frasier Fir tree.
Stockings, draped over wing-backed chair
not yet hung on the white mantle with care.
Few days remain as the holiday draws near
questioning if St. Nicholas will ever get here.
Now-grown child no longer in the nest, snug
with visions of sugar-plums cutting a rug.
Though I wear no 'kerchief, he does don a cap.
For each, it is rare to get a long winter's nap.
Suddenly, from the nightstand
there arises such a clatter
Tearing open the covers
(but leaving down the sash)
I stumble out of bed
clearly knowing what‘s the matter.
Away to the snooze button
my fingers fly in a flash.
Its fullness coming, eight more days to go
the waxing moon over no new-fallen snow
gives little lustre to gray objects below.
So, down the steep stairs, I slowly descend
with still-sleepy eyes, praying not to end up on end.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but the white-lighted tree decorated with
a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
It could be no other than beloved St. Nick.
I sit by the still fireplace, with chimney intact
ponder how Santa makes it down with his pack.
Then, from my computer I hear a loud ping.
With eye-light twinkle, I ignore the rude thing
brew myself a warm cup of Earl Grey tea.
Take a few minutes more, especially for me.
Heart, in delight, starts to fill up with glee
all the while, sadly, both heart and mind know
’t’will be yet another year of wasted mistletoe.
More rapid than coursers, nay, eagles the work-day, it came
So, I grumble and shout, and call out a few names.
The bags that I’m getting, not filled up with toys,
come from long hours at work frequently toiled.
They don’t sit quietly under the tree but inhabit my face
and act as if they owned the whole visage place
eliciting shouts to the top of the porch, the wall
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
I rush back upstairs, wash face, brush teeth
and prepare for this new day and people to me.
knowing another long day over work will spread
I speak not a word, but head straight there, instead.
Then, you can hear me exclaim, ere I drive away,
"Blessed Season to all, and to all a good-day."
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Inspired by "Twas the Night before Christmas" generally attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, although the claim has also been made that it was written by Henry Livingston, Jr..The words in italics are from the original.
Homemade
For many hours i sat
to do this creative
present just for you.
In each and every
stitch is love from
me to you.
For this present is
made from the heart.
This present will
always be in the closet
for you to see.
Thinking of the
Christmas past this
present will always
last in your heart
for you to know how
much i love you so.
to do this creative
present just for you.
In each and every
stitch is love from
me to you.
For this present is
made from the heart.
This present will
always be in the closet
for you to see.
Thinking of the
Christmas past this
present will always
last in your heart
for you to know how
much i love you so.
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Posted: Dec 2012
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The Warmth of Christmas!
The Warmth of Christmas!
Softly falling snow, sleigh bells ringing in the air
Whiteness, everywhere, covering up the fields, treetops tipped with snow
Footsteps disappear, Christmas time is near
Deer prancing on the trail, rabbits hopping in the bush
Squirrels chattering everywhere, Christmas in the air
Fireplaces bright, red glowing embers quite a sight
Christmas decorations on the tree, presents there for you and me!
Mistletoe hung with care, trapping lovers under there
Someone will receive a diamond ring
All the people, Christmas carols sing
Midnight snacks upon one's plate
A drink of eggnog, oh so great!
Christmas comes but once a year
Oh, my love I’m glad you’re here
Merry Christmas to you & everyone!
Poet
JimEee
Softly falling snow, sleigh bells ringing in the air
Whiteness, everywhere, covering up the fields, treetops tipped with snow
Footsteps disappear, Christmas time is near
Deer prancing on the trail, rabbits hopping in the bush
Squirrels chattering everywhere, Christmas in the air
Fireplaces bright, red glowing embers quite a sight
Christmas decorations on the tree, presents there for you and me!
Mistletoe hung with care, trapping lovers under there
Someone will receive a diamond ring
All the people, Christmas carols sing
Midnight snacks upon one's plate
A drink of eggnog, oh so great!
Christmas comes but once a year
Oh, my love I’m glad you’re here
Merry Christmas to you & everyone!
Poet
JimEee
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Posted: Dec 2012
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online today!The Star and a Humble Shepherd
Lord, you cared so much for the shepherds
You sent the good news first to them;
Before the kings and the Wise Men,
So you might just speak again.
To some other humble herdsman
Out there on the range abiding;
A brilliant star, and angel choir,
Proclaiming "Peace!" "Glad Tidings!"
The shepherds were common people
Who slept in the fields near their flocks;
Their clothes may be dirty and ragged,
And rugged and rough their talk.
So Lord, I needn't apologize
For my appearance or my words;
I know you're right here beside me,
And it seems that I've just heard..
The shepherds hastening, excited
Extolling the star they had seen;
A baby born in a manger,
Not to some great king or a queen.
But to people who do the menial tasks
That housewives and carpenters do;
And farmers and desk clerks and waitresses,
Just people like me and you.
But famous rich men brought presents
Which should prove what I know to be true;
Christ came for shepherds and Wise Men
And kings and cowgirls too.
You sent the good news first to them;
Before the kings and the Wise Men,
So you might just speak again.
To some other humble herdsman
Out there on the range abiding;
A brilliant star, and angel choir,
Proclaiming "Peace!" "Glad Tidings!"
The shepherds were common people
Who slept in the fields near their flocks;
Their clothes may be dirty and ragged,
And rugged and rough their talk.
So Lord, I needn't apologize
For my appearance or my words;
I know you're right here beside me,
And it seems that I've just heard..
The shepherds hastening, excited
Extolling the star they had seen;
A baby born in a manger,
Not to some great king or a queen.
But to people who do the menial tasks
That housewives and carpenters do;
And farmers and desk clerks and waitresses,
Just people like me and you.
But famous rich men brought presents
Which should prove what I know to be true;
Christ came for shepherds and Wise Men
And kings and cowgirls too.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
The birth of Christ is a wonderful time to celebrate and to share with friends, family and loved ones. Having been born during the Christmastime season makes it ever more meaningful.
Scrooge's Movie Review
I would like to give you my review on some of the more popular Christmas movies that are out this time of year. I myself don't get much time to watch movies as my work occupies me constantly.
Home Alone
Completely unbelieveable concept
A little boy outsmarts two grown adults crooks
If it were in real life he would have been shot dead
And boiled in his own pudding
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
The only character in that movie I like was Clark's boss
Then he gets all liberal at the end and gives out bonuses
My miserable bookkeeper Crachit is lucky he gets a day off
And in the process picking my pocket for a day of unearned wages
Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer
The good thing about this movie is that Santa and I are a lot alike
He sees a way of exploiting an employee
In this case Rudolph with his horrible birth defect
And turns it into a positive for the company
Pure genius!
It's A Wonderful Life
My favorite part of this movie is that Mr. Potter
Never gets in trouble for stealing the 8,000 dollars
From Uncle Billy
One of the most realistic movies ever made
Except for the part of George Bailey being a chump
And never making any profits off the loans he gives out
Good luck finding a George Bailey in London Or anywhere else for that matter!
Home Alone
Completely unbelieveable concept
A little boy outsmarts two grown adults crooks
If it were in real life he would have been shot dead
And boiled in his own pudding
National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation
The only character in that movie I like was Clark's boss
Then he gets all liberal at the end and gives out bonuses
My miserable bookkeeper Crachit is lucky he gets a day off
And in the process picking my pocket for a day of unearned wages
Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer
The good thing about this movie is that Santa and I are a lot alike
He sees a way of exploiting an employee
In this case Rudolph with his horrible birth defect
And turns it into a positive for the company
Pure genius!
It's A Wonderful Life
My favorite part of this movie is that Mr. Potter
Never gets in trouble for stealing the 8,000 dollars
From Uncle Billy
One of the most realistic movies ever made
Except for the part of George Bailey being a chump
And never making any profits off the loans he gives out
Good luck finding a George Bailey in London Or anywhere else for that matter!
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I got this idea from the movie review on Netflix. I had fun making up bad review for movies I loved, as I love each of these too.Terrance the Turkey
Hello, my name is Terrance the Turkey
Can you do me a huge favor?
Please don't have turkey this Thanksgiving
I don't want to wake up Thanksgiving morning
With my head cut off and stuffing shoved up my butt
There are a lot of great alternatives
Ham is a good choice
For all you hunters out there
Vension is a great choice
Steak is always a winner with friends and family
For all you vegetarians out there
They make a fake turkey called tofurkey
Made entirely out of soybeans and other nonmeat additives
As far as pumpkin pie
It does contain eggs
I'm ok with that
They're chicken eggs!
Can you do me a huge favor?
Please don't have turkey this Thanksgiving
I don't want to wake up Thanksgiving morning
With my head cut off and stuffing shoved up my butt
There are a lot of great alternatives
Ham is a good choice
For all you hunters out there
Vension is a great choice
Steak is always a winner with friends and family
For all you vegetarians out there
They make a fake turkey called tofurkey
Made entirely out of soybeans and other nonmeat additives
As far as pumpkin pie
It does contain eggs
I'm ok with that
They're chicken eggs!
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
The Bob and Tom Show inspired this, they have a bit called Tom Turkey, Standup Comedian. One of his jokes, A wife walks into the kitchen and catches her husband engaged in a lacivious act with a dead turkey, the exhausted husband looks up and says, "How am I doing Honey?" The wife shakes her head and says, "No, no, no, I told you to pluck the bird!"
Merry Christmas Momma
If I could bring you back for just one day
Oh, Momma, how good it would be
To rest my head upon your lap
And feel your arms 'round me
If I could bring you back for just one day
During this time of peace on earth
I would sit you in a chair made for a queen
So that I could show you your worth
No kitchen for you this year Momma
No slaving over a hot wood stove
Sit down and put your feet up
Relax and take off that heavy load
No, we never really showed you
How much we loved all you did
How special you made Christmas for us
But then, we were just kids
And so this year, here's your coffee
I so hope I made it just right
Let me get you your slippers, Momma
So that you can relax this night
But most of all dear Momma
If I could just have you here
I'd whisper to you gently
"I love and miss you, dear"
Oh, Momma, how good it would be
To rest my head upon your lap
And feel your arms 'round me
If I could bring you back for just one day
During this time of peace on earth
I would sit you in a chair made for a queen
So that I could show you your worth
No kitchen for you this year Momma
No slaving over a hot wood stove
Sit down and put your feet up
Relax and take off that heavy load
No, we never really showed you
How much we loved all you did
How special you made Christmas for us
But then, we were just kids
And so this year, here's your coffee
I so hope I made it just right
Let me get you your slippers, Momma
So that you can relax this night
But most of all dear Momma
If I could just have you here
I'd whisper to you gently
"I love and miss you, dear"
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
One very lonely day during the holidays the first year without either of my parents I found myself writing this and one for Daddy. A little sappy - what can I say :)The Very First Christmas ( Sorta )
A brilliant star lit up the night
above the sleeping town.
The drunken Romans at the Inn
had finally settled down.
The tax collectors bags of gold
were stashed and hid away.
The little town of Bethlehem
in peaceful silence lay.
A weary traveller and his wife,
delayed along the way,
Stopped at the Inn, with every hope,
to find a place to stay.
His wife was nine months pregnant,
and was due this very night,
But there was no room for them within,
to help them in their plight.
The landlord was a kindly man,
he'd help if he were able,
But he couldn't offer shelter,
other than his humble stable.
The grateful couple made a bed
upon the golden hay
And the baby Jesus Christ was born
that eve on Christmas Day.
" MERRY CHRISTMAS "
above the sleeping town.
The drunken Romans at the Inn
had finally settled down.
The tax collectors bags of gold
were stashed and hid away.
The little town of Bethlehem
in peaceful silence lay.
A weary traveller and his wife,
delayed along the way,
Stopped at the Inn, with every hope,
to find a place to stay.
His wife was nine months pregnant,
and was due this very night,
But there was no room for them within,
to help them in their plight.
The landlord was a kindly man,
he'd help if he were able,
But he couldn't offer shelter,
other than his humble stable.
The grateful couple made a bed
upon the golden hay
And the baby Jesus Christ was born
that eve on Christmas Day.
" MERRY CHRISTMAS "
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Posted: Dec 2012
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