T is for...

TREES!

It's true, I have three;
(I am a Christmas geek)
and just like my kids
their all so unique.
My living room tree
is white head to toe
it sparkles and glistens
with snowflakes aglow.

It's not so traditional,
it's a one of a kind;
but I love that it's different,
my clearance tree find!

It's just like my Chelsea
(who's also very white)
she lights up a room
she's bubbly and bright.

And yes, she is different,
but in a good way,
she's a whole lotta fun
and she still loves play.

My downstairs tree
filled with angels galore,
awaits Santa's arrival
and presents implore.

It's a nice sturdy tree,
(it has yet to fall down)
and it brightens the corner
and sheds light all around.
Much like my Kayla,
my angel on earth,
she's brightened my life
since the day of her birth.

She has a tender heart
and is such a selfless soul,
when she's gone for awhile
it leaves such a hole.

And last but not least,
my fun kitchen tree,
it's just a little thing
but as cute as can be.

It gives me such joy
as I'm preparing the meals,
it makes homemaking easier,
gives my cooking appeal.

My sweet little boy,
whose growing too fast,
is the spice of my life
he makes living a blast.

He's the star on the top,
the presents beneath,
the lights that twinkle,
the holiday wreath.

In short he's the one
that keeps Christmas exciting,
wish he'd always stay young,
Christmas spirit inviting.

But I know though my trees
may be frozen in time,
no chance they'll grow bigger
or diminish their prime.

And all I can wish for
as the years go by,
that grandbabies will come
and new excitement supply.

S is for...

SANTA!

Santa! I know him...
that jolly old elf,
his name brings a smile,
I can't help myself.

My memories are fond
of the night he appeared
with his bag full of toys
and his red suit and beard.

I climbed on his lap,
I jingled his bells,
we sang a few songs
and he stayed for a spell.

He emptied his bag,
we didn't make a fuss,
we stood by in awe,
all those toys just for us!

Now some people say
that the holiday season
should be had without Santa,
for he's not the real reason.

But I'm here to say
that he made an impression
on a four year girl
who now has a mission.

I love to be Santa
and spread cheer of my own;
to give hope to the down-cast
and those all alone.

For I know that our Savior
can't be here to give aid,
that's why He has helpers,
his little Santa brigade.

So don't knock old Santa,
he's the Spirit of Giving;
He brings joy to all ages,
and makes winter worth living!

I is for...

INFANT

The baby in a manger lay,
the shepards watched afar;
the wise men from the east did come
while guided by the star.


The night before his birth took place
his voice came to another;
"...on the morrow come I into the world"
He came, our loving brother.

I wonder, did He know that night?
Was the veil of heaven parted?
Did he know right away his path in life,
that His work on earth had started?

Or was this infant born like us
to find His purpose on earth;
did He know as a child his mission,
did He feel of His great worth?

Some answers I might never know,
but of this I know for sure;
that Mary's love for her little babe
was a love like God's, so pure.

R is for...

RED & RUDOLPH

The Christmas colors, red and green,
are such a pretty pair;
I love to adorn my house with them,
it adds a festive flare.

Rudolph has a nose so red
at night it lights the sky;
When clouds are thick and all looks lost
he leads them when they fly.

Now don't tell the kids, but Rudolphs been shot,
Tary threatens to shoot every year;
He's in our living room, red nose and all,
the poor little skeleton deer.

I'm kidding, you see, we just like to pretend
for how else could I let such a sight
stay in the same room with Christmas galore
if I didn't think he had every right.

He's not been disgraced, his dignity stays,
a little tinsel is not a big crime;
we just used our resources to disguise the truth
the elk is our reindeer part-time.

H is for...

HAPPY!

"Happy Holidays" to you
Is the political thing to say;
"Happy Kwanza"..."Happy Hanukah"
However you celebrate the day.

In England they say "Happy Christmas"
I wonder if Dickens is to blame;
But wherever you are, however it's said,
I hope it's a good one just the same!

A "Happy" Day happened 22 years ago,
my first little girl was born;
not in a stable, no manger for her
But a miracle for me to adorn.

And so it continues, this cycle of life
in each little babe sent to earth;
no need to be fearful, no need for tears,
He sends us his miracles through birth.

And each one is special, just like the Christ child
with a purpose to come down and fulfill;
I pray that we'll come to know Him, our Savior
and our lives to reflect of His will.P.S.

My rhythm is off, I know;
my rhyming, a little slow.
I'm functioning half speed,
with cold medicine I need.

I'm drowsy, I'm drippy,
my nose is all red;
all I want to do is
climb back into bed.

But I won't, cuz I can't...
I'm not in habit to complain
just thought an explanation was needed
cuz this post is really lame.

I hope everyone has a HAPPY day!
Chelsea, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Love ya!

C is for...

CANDY!

It's candy day
that yummy tradition,
we invade Wendy's house
and mess up her kitchen.

We dress in our aprons,
(now don't they look cute)
we're ready for action;
a chocolate pursuit.

We stir and slow boil
so carmels don't burn;
with brittle however
we haven't quite learned.

10 pounds of chocolate
you'd think was enough,
but we ran out while dipping,
had to use the cheap stuff.

Chocolates chips don't melt
the way we expect,
and some poor little turtles
have some slight birth defects.

Toffees and truffles,
popcorn and fudge,
chocolates and nut rolls,
my weight shall not budge.

I'll stick to one piece
of candy per day;
at that rate I'll have it
eaten by May.

Unless my family
finds where it's hid,
then I won't have to worry
of pounds to get rid.

C is for calories,
consumed more at this time;
but I say heck, once a year
it's not such a crime.