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Once upon a Christmas a long time ago,
Santa was getting ready for his annual trip,
But problems began to appear high and low,
It was enough to give even Santa the pip.

Four of Santa’s elves got sick, life can be cruel,
The trainee elves could not produce toys very fast,
So Santa was becoming behind schedule,
And as a result he felt very downcast.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa her mum was coming to stay,
Santa couldn’t stand the whining old biddy,
This stressed Santa even more on this important day,
It made him nauseous and quite giddy.

When Santa went to harness his reindeer, what a mess,
Three were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence,
They were out there somewhere which caused him more distress,
His face grimaced as his body became tense.


When he began to load the sleigh it cracked like a gun,
The toy bag was scattered all over the icy ground,
This Christmas Eve was turning out to be not much fun,
Which was echoed in the sleigh bells’ hollow sound.

Santa needed a drink; his usual apple cider and rum,
But the elves had hidden his liquor and he had nothing to drink,
He began to get frustrated and morbidly glum,
He could see that his career was teetering on the brink.


Then he accidentally dropped his cider pot on the floor,
It broke into a hundred little pieces all over the kitchen,
When he reached for the broom, mice had eaten the end with straw,
It was like some horror story fiction.


But just then when all was doom and gloom, the doorbell rang,
Santa opened it and saw a little angel with a great big tree,
“Merry Christmas…what a lovely day,” the little angel sang,
His face beaming with Christmas spirit so joyous and free.

“I have this beautiful tree for you, where would you like me to stick it?”
He said like a happy queen bee,
Santa without thought knew where it would fit…
Thus began the tradition of the little angel a top the Christmas tree.

---- IMAGE REMOVED because photobucket.com no longer allows embedded images ----When I was a child I was so amazed by the sky
Even now as a man I long for insight
How does the heavenly blue reveal infinite nights
I believe God placed each star with grace and design
Relative theorist concludes nothing is absolute
Some say truth is subjectivity and subjectivity is truth
One may even say we evolved from thin air
Failing to see a universe put together with care
How can we search for the beginning of something without end
Or discover perfect celestials that embody heaven
Not even irreducible complexity can explain eternal time
Because everything that was made was made of an intelligent design

My soul belongs to the Stars and Heavens
It is captured inside this earthly abode
It struggles like a bird to be free
So that it can fly carefree to its star home

Not meant to be weighed down here
It strives to be happy and carefree
Needing to join in with the stars above
Where it is free to twinkle for eternity

Free to follow its dream without any care
To do what ever it wants without fear
For my soul was born in the Stars above
It yearns to return to twinkle with love

Kathy Ostrander © November 18, 2017

She may seem timid, innocent and naïve
Trying to let on she will do nothing but please
But other women can tell what is going on
She’s trolling for her next victim not dating fun

Sweetly passive she may seem to be
A switch from women who don’t give free
From other countries exotic beauties call to thee
Beware for things may not be what they seem to be

I know someone who married one of these
Dark exotic beauties as innocent as can be
After a year she emptied the bank account and left
Went home to her boyfriend after her theft

They had a baby together and lived on the money
Of her loving gullible American honey
The moral of this story is as plain as can be
If she seems too good to be true – this I can believe

Allegedly born from the dust of this earth...
We are...
Assembled from the dust of the stars...
So far...
Cursed ever since the day of our birth...
Means nothing...
For I have been pierced by the venomous stars that came into existence by an everlasting entity...
That refuses to negotiate...

It is the liquid fire inside your eyes that melt the stars of sanctity...
As I witness your true suffering...
It means something...
And it is through this process of sanctification...
That I find solace in this solemn state of sorrow....

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The greatest of human philosophers cannot by reasoning prove that you exist
And yet nature testifies that you are real
You are not a magic potion
Still you are the all sufficient one for those that trust in you
You are not a charm or amulet
But you banish all darkness, fear and evil
You cannot be inhaled, absorbed, ingested, digested or given intravenously
Yet you empower man’s total being with strength
You cannot be seen, touched, heard, tasted or smelt
And yet you…..
Are seen through the eyes of understanding
Touched by faith that bring about wholeness
Tasted through digestion of your words which is sweet
Heard as you impresses your word upon the heart
Smelt as the heart ponders your awesomeness
Those that mock you in life
Tremble at the thought of meeting you at death
Those who are persecuted because of you
Endure such persecution with gladness and joy
For you control the forces of nature
And uses them to accomplish your purposes
When other need multiple gods to satisfy their needs
You surpass all any man can need and more
You are so great no one name adequately describe you
El, Elyon,El Shaddai, El Olam, Adanoi, Yahweh, Jehovah and more
You are the Almighty One, the great creator, LORD of all
You are the most wonderful, most glorious,most powerful being in the universe
You are the Almighty God

God made and loves you the way you are

To Him you are one of His shining stars


He gave you a talent special for you

Ask Him to guide you in everything you do.


When you are scared or alone in the dark

Remember He loves and is with you no matter what

Look deeper inside the universe and you will find it's brilliant mind
Transcranial stimulation directing intelligent design
The Heavens celestial is the body of an eternal dream within it's own
A window into the galaxies where the heart is connected to it's soul
While event horizon reflects a dark side there is still a beauty to behold
Through parallel dimensions and wormholes into eternities of the great unknown
Where there is only the absence of time not space, a beginning without an end
Floating through the Milky Way across a gentle stellar wind
Deep into the macrocosmic silence I close my eyes and disappear
Awaiting on the other side is the golden thrones of new frontiers
Unto the Nebulas of Orions belt you can feel the gift of life
A place one day we'll again call home as we ascend into its light
~ Come Visit ~

~ JJF~

What do we love about Christmas;
Does our delight reside in things?
Or are the feelings in our hearts
The real gift the Christmas
brings.

It's seeing those we love,
And sending Christmas Cards,too
Appreciating people who bring us
joy.
Special people just like u.