In Our Kitchen on Christmas Eve

20171217_221340The smooth sound of Kenny G ‘s saxophone, playing Silver Bells from his Christmas CD. A timer dings. Chocolate chip muffins?? I never knew there was such a thing!

She quickly comes in wearing her green Christmas apron, and pulls another tray from the oven. “Sweetheart, don’t over do it!”, slips out of my mouth.

She draws close and snuggles into my neck. As my hands reach around her waist. I tell her honestly, “Honey if you didn’t cook anything, that would be ok.”

We embrace, and as our children turn on the Christmas lights in the dining room, I whisper into her ear, “You……are my gift…..”

From our house to yours……Happy Holidays, and Merry Christmas!

And if you don’t celebrate Christmas I wish you peace and wonderful blessings!

     

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The Story of Joseph and that Special Night

A sky full of starsHe hated the smell of the donkey, and what made it worse was the animal’s hair got over everything. He couldn’t even embrace her without it getting on his clothing too.

It was on the special night when the young couple made their way to Bethlehem. “Ohhhh!” She let out another cry of pain. “Dear God!” He said out loud, “Help us to get there, before the baby arrives!”

He was so occupied, so worried, that he never saw the Bright Star above them as they traveled that night. Miriam knew though. Smiling, she said nothing.

He said a quick prayer from the liturgy too, “Baruch atah Adonai, Eluhenu Melech ha Olam.” (Blessed are you Lord our God, King of the Universe.) If they could just make it to the Inn at Bethlehem, he knew it would be alright.

It was not only dark now, but it was very late when they did make it to town. No one answered at first when he banged on the door at the Inn. “Hello! Please help us!”

“Go away” came the response through the door. “There’s no room here!” “Ohhh! Joseph, the baby!” His wife was in so much pain. Desperate now, Joseph turned to the door again, and pounded. “Open the door, you dog!”

“Go to the stable around back!”, came the response. Joseph was turning red with anger now. It was Miriam though that calmed him down. Holding her stomach, she touched his arm and pleaded softly, “Please Joseph, let’s go to the stable.”

And once they were settled in the hay, he experienced the most awful, the most horrible, and yet the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He wasn’t sure he would ever make love to her – not with all this pain she went through. He couldn’t stand it.

And she had been so brave! Somehow, she had had the strength, to survive the gossip, the looks of disgust of those that did not believe her.

All he could do really, during the birth, was to help her breathe. She never took her eyes off his. “Breathe Miriam!”, he would continue to say, helping her through the pushing, as he held her hand. It went on like this through most of the night.

“Joseph!” She yelled, then she screamed, and suddenly the child fell into his arms! “Dear God!”, he said out loud again. And suddenly light filled the place, an almost blinding light….. “Joseph……” the now exhausted Miriam managed to whisper…….. “Joseph, this child is very special……”

He managed to whisper in return, “I know….” As the light overwhelmed them completely, they both wept like children, as he gently placed the child, on her chest, covering him with blankets………

   

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A Charles Dickens Christmas

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A Dickens Christmas is not about the joys, the toys,

and romance,

of the Victorian age.

It’s about fighting the poverty, and suffering

of humanity in his day.

And the answer was a brokenness

within the miser

the repentance of a callous heart

and that hopefully

Tiny Tim would not die

due to a lack

of good medical care.

Dickens was a prophet

speaking with a pen.

    

Note: Influenced by “A Christmas Carol”, by Charles Dickens

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Christmas in the Deep Woods

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A silence descends into the deep woods this time of year,

as the creatures reflect quietly, snow begins

to blanket the purity, of the earth.

Chipmunks hardly even scurry, and owls

continue to pray silently, each heartbeat

within the woods, dreaming

of the deliverance

of humanity.

Many know

that nighttime, is not the end

of the story.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Even on Christmas Day

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In my state, the police have blue lights mostly

but they can mix the blue with red,

and the fire department uses only red

but they usually throw in

some white to be seen.

Thank God they are there 

true heroes of America

the men and women

working,

even on Christmas day. 

    

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