The Broadway Connection

Broadway, they say, is in New York

and they're right, I must suppose.

But in D.C., I saw a group do music

from a bunch of Broadway shows.

They were young, and fresh and vibrant . . .

and full uf energy . . .

as they sang and danced in costume . . .

they brought Broadway there to me.

There was Broadway backdrop,

with all the buildings tall,

and I really had the feeling

this was not D.C. at all.

I understand Craig Stevens

was the one who planned the show.

Craig, you outdid yourself . . .

and I wanted you to know,

that you are a classy fella,

and I really like your taste . . .

especially since I understand,

it all was planned in haste.

Dougie's Little Mouse

My son's pet was not a lamb,

it was a little mouse.

She was a delightful pet

and had the run of the house.

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My pet was a little kitty

who saw the mouse as food,

and each time I'd intervene'

my cat thought me to be rude.

Cheye's Pie

Whene'er you see

a cow wander by,

she leaves behind

a smelly cow pie.

-

I found a fresh one ~ ~

nature took command ~ ~

I rolled and I skidded ~ ~

and I felt so Grand!

-

I was so proud of

what I had achieved;

daddie yelled and shouted

and really was peaved.

-

Mommie was offended

when I caught her eye.

Her taste doesn't extend

to a smelly cow pie.

Cheyenne

Thinking Outside The Box

For all my life I've envied those
who lived and played inside;
I thought that I was wrong because
my thoughts and deeds didn't coincide.
I was always on the outside
longing to be invited in;
and this would end the loneliness
that dwelt inside my skin.
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I remember on election day
as we all went out to vote . . .
I voted for my candidate
and as his name I wrote . . .
I waited for results and the
announcement of his name.
If my candidate won,
my joy was that I had voted the same
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as all of those inside, and
I wasn't voting from outside;
no, I was with the winners,
I was voting from inside.
Sixty plus years I struggled
to be what I was not.
To blend in with those inside;
to think the things they thought.
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And now, I hear them saying
to both the "Doves" and "Hawks" . . .
That those inside are wrong
and must learn to "think outside the box"
Does this mean that my position
on the outside looking in
(while disparaging my eccentricity's)
was the place I should have been?
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So, now my view "outside the box"
is what others aspire to
And all along I was right in
the things I chose to do.
Now those inside are questioning
the things they think and say,
and struggling to get outside so
they can think and do my way.

Fan . . . Who, Me?

Don't ever think that I am a fan,

or that I like to watch baseball games.

Baseball players are rich, spoiled kids

with much more muscle than brains.

Yeah . . . right!

I love my husband, he's first in my life,

right behind Moyer, Garcia and Bone.

From the first pitch in April to the last crack of the bat,

I could happily live all alone.

Although my hubby is not a big fan,

he puts up with my aberration,

and when the Mariners are on a run,

he shrinks from my loud jubilation.

Hang in there, Jerry, some day I'll grow up,

on that day when I lay . . . in a box, ten toes up!

Knocking on 70's Door

I once wrote a poem about Spring

in which I said, and I quote . . .

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The sights and sounds and smells of Spring

Cause hearts both young and old to sing.

It seems the years just melt away

and I feel I'm sweet sixteen today.

-

(I was fifty something - - time changes things.)

-

Now, I'm knocking on 70's door

and I feel sixteen no more.

Now, the sights and sounds and smells of Spring

make me wish I felt sixteen.

Mind Games

The Mariners lost? How come?

Did the other team go home?

Did they ever catch that guy?

The one who stole your comb?

-

Divorce? Who me? No

It's cheaper to keep her.

And don't forget that old standby,

Finders a keeper, losers a weeper.

-

Annoying little phrases

which my husband loves to use.

He loves to stir me up and,

perhaps make me blow a fuse.

-

Actually of what he's trying

to do, I really am aware.

And so I play along just

to make him think I care.

I should clean my office more often

I discovered another letter I had written to the paper several years ago, when Jimmy Swaggart was in trouble.

Christian Message Still Good

As a Christian, I'm naturally upset about all the bad publicity concerning TV Evangelists. But probably not as upset as non-Christians, because I do know these men are human and subject to temptation. That does not make it right, just understandable.

It would be difficult to receive the kind of adulation they do without becoming all puffed up with pride. The Bible says, 'Pride goeth before a fall', and we all know the bigger they are the harder they fall. I guess both statements are being proven.

If these allegations are correct, they need to be made public. If they are not correct , it gives the accused the opportunity to answer his accusers.

We need to be careful however, not to throw the baby out with the bath water. The Christian message is still good, and true. It's Christ we follow, not the man who preaches Him. Man is fallible.Only God is infallible. Please remember, it's not God who has failed man, but man who has failed God. And they will have to answer to Him.

Dejavu all over again

I discovered a letter I had written to the newspaper many years ago. Considering the financial situation in the world today, I though 'how little things change.'

Too Many Hotel Rooms

A couple of years ago, motel business in this city was great. Full most every weekend. It was a nice pie, with plenty to go around, each motel got its share,

Then Dr. Westerberg decided he wanted some of that pie, and there was not enough to go around. At the most, the city could have used perhaps, an additional 30 to 40 rooms. Now, with a new motel and the Westerberg Hotel, with an additional 100 plus rooms each, all are hungry.

I appreciate some of the statements that have been made in this column, concerning this situation, such as: "Local people should patronize the hotel, and dining room instead of going to Seattle. Keep the money in Wenarchee."

I'm sure this was the sentiment felt by Dr. Westerberg when he had all the work done by out-of-town Contractors. And "Dr. Westerberg built this hotel because of his strong love for the community." This was shown when he lured people away from jobs of long stranding by offering them $1 more per hour than their current wage and promising them benefits (which never materialized) and a substantial raise in three months with regular raises thereafter.

Almost all the workforce, maids, desk clerks, maintenance and restaurant employees were laid off in three months, when they expected their raises.

I know a lot of local businesses, motels, restaurants, contractors, hair dressers, sales, etc., who have had a bad year. I don't see anyone standing in line to subsidize them, nor do we expect it in this free Enterprise system.

Let's face it, the man made a wrong move, and like the rest of us, he'll have to take his lumps.

CAN ANYBODY SAY STIMULUS?

Who Am I?

I began cleaning my office and came across a handwriting analysis from 1985. It occurred to me that my poetry does not tell enough about me so thought I would share this with you.

Enthusiastic:

The study of your personality reveals optimism, enthusiasm and a capacity for work.

You are resolved to reach your goals, and you will indubitably do so if you continue to maintain your present state of mind and your self-confidence.

Do not neglect the opinion of others. Listen, think it over, and decide. That will help to succeed.

(The concepts described in this characteristic may not completely correspond to your real personality and only reflect your emotional state at the time you wrote your handwriting sample.)

Well-balanced:

From your handwriting it is clear that you are a well balanced person.When a solution to a problem has to be found or an impartial opinion is needed, you are the one who finds the best solution, who points out the extremes, who is capable of analyzing the good and the bad in each case.

You are very sensible. Your wisdom enables you to make the right choice more often than not.

Sense of Justice:

One of the most remarkable features in your personality is your sense of justice. You are very aware of the importance of true justice. You believe in the equality of man and you possess a sense of respect for all persons, regardless of their status.

Emotional Skepticism:

You have been deeply hurt, and the consequence has been an extremely strong emotional skepticism.

The subsequent decision you made about romance was designed to prevent you from easily giving your heart once again. Your attitude is timorous or, worse still, indifferent.

You have suffered a great deal, but that is not sufficient reason to eliminate love from your life.

Self Centeredness:

You definitely need to feel that you are the center of attention. You observe, analyze draw your conclusions and give orders, always trying to make your personal point of view dominate.

Make an effort to step outside yourself. Your self-centeredness prevents you from seeing many values and inhibits the development of your personality.

Passionate:

When it comes to feelings, you are somewhat of an extremist. Your passionate attitude has much to be said for it. But when passion is unrelenting it has some drawbacks.

Passion alone does not allow you to fully develop your capacity to love. Your emotional relationships can suffer, and both you and the people with whom you are linked emotionally can be harmed by this attitude. Try to better channel your basic drives.

Family or social oppression:

You are a potential rebel. This attitude goes back to your childhood, when a series of incidents left an indelible mark on your personality.An excessive family or social tyranny throughout your upbringing is the cause of your current behavior. You are still the victim of a certain family emotional dependence.

Try to analyze yourself in depth and to understand your own personality. It is essential that
you make every possible effort to free yourself from the the psychological attitudes that condition you.

Active:

You are an active and efficient person. Your handwriting displays a great vitality and a good capacity for work. If one entrusts you with any kind of task, you will carry it through successfully.

The above are the fundamental characteristics of your personality according to your handwriting. An analysis of the combination of these characteristics was carried out in order to determine the presence of specifics tendencies of behavior. In your case it did not reveal any exaggerated tendency.

The Unicorn

I looked out of my window

early one beautiful morn,

and saw frolicking on my lawn

a magical Unicorn.

-

She moved with grace and elegance,

her hair was white as snow,

her eyes were of the purest blue

and she gave off a gentle glow.

-

I was afraid to let her see me,

for fear she'd run away,

but she turned and looked at me,

saying "What a lovely day."

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"Now that you have seen me,

I must give one wish to you.

So, tell me the desires of your heart

and I'll make your dreams come true."

-

"I never had a little girl.

I only had one son,

I could never have another.

Could you really give me one?"

-

"Riches, I can give with ease,

and for them, there is no price.

But to give you a little girl

takes a special sacrifice."

-

So saying, she began to spin,

faster and faster, she did whirl.

And when the spinning ended,

there stood a beautiful little girl.

-

She said, "My name is Taisha,

I was once a unicorn.

But because you really wanted me,

God allowed me to be born."

-

So, now I have my little girl,

she's as special as can be,

because that loving Unicorn

became a girl for me.

The Audubon Poets

The Haiku Experience

-

Haiku poetry

A question of timing

-The luck of the draw

A coincidence?

Whenever I think too long

I smell wood burning.

A good book to read

and the good time to read it -

God is on my side.

I took liberties

I took advantage of love

I'd do it again.

I can ride a bike

but I can't do it alone.

Do you understand?

The search continues

for that silliest of grails . . .

the "perfect poem"

Poets rush in, fools

slip and fall on a cow pie,

and receive wisdom.

My conclusion:

That which does not consume me

makes me hungry.

Curtis C. Lundbeck

Lilacs In August

-

You slumber early, kindred

The summer wind still blows

Your branches bending lightly

-

Where once in May were fragrant blooms

Enthroned in hearts of glossy green

Are dusty leaves with wrinkled rims

And buds set for spring,

-

Virginia Hine Ely

Window On God's World

-

I looked out the window

in the dark of the night

a big full moon

was shining bright.

-

I looked out the window

in the gray light of dawn

the wispy clouds

tried to hide the sun.

-

I looked out the window

in the golden afternoon

the bright shining sun

warmed my living-room.

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I looked out the window

at the silver rain storm

dark clouds and lightning flash

and then I saw a rainbow form.

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I looked out the window

as the sun set in the West

all the clouds touched with color

as the Artist did His best.

-

I looked out the window

in the dark of night

no moon tonight

just stars shining bright.

-

Aldona Thompson

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Ode To A Native American

-

We honor you, our ancient ancestors,

You who are one with the earth.

We, the compassionate minority

Shed bitter tears for the rape of

Your innocence . . . . . . . .

-

That which they have taken

Cannot be restored,

They have broken your hearts

but not your gentle spirit.

Your soul will continue to

soar with the wind,

And your laughter will reverberate

through the haunted trees of misery.

-

like a gentle baby's cry,

You will survive . . .

And your tortured cries will

live forever in our memories.

-

Donna Hilburn - Campbell

My Sweet Sarah

-

As the world closes its eyes

upon the truth,

as the world grinds its teeth

in anger . . . in frustration . . .

always know in your heart

that for people like us it

will always be hard.

People like us who see

love on the wings of summer birds,

love on the flower petal.

While they kill each other

and rip our world apart,

let's smile for a while

and wait for our number

to be called.-

-

Michael Myles

he Audubon Poets

Heaven's Poet

-

There is a poet in Heaven,

At least one, that we know of.

For she left a happy home on earth

for a better one above.

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She left us here on earth one day,

As silently she stole away.

Audubon Poets will miss her here,

Where her poetry spread lots of cheer.

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She left us with her treasure,

And we're blessed beyond all measure;

And we'll not forget her talent, wit and smile;

For we stored it in our hearts and in our file.

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We know our loss was Heaven's gain;

And so from grief we must refrain;

Committing her to our Savior's love,

in His great Mansion up above.

-

They gave her peace and relief from pain

As the Angels sang a sweet refrain,

To welcome her through Heaven's door

To dwell on high for ever more.-

-

Annetta Morris

From My Heart To Yours

In a place called Audubon

upon the eastern sea,

reside a group of poets

who mean a lot to me.

-

No, I have not met them,

or seen them face to face.

I know them through their poetry,

done with style and grace.

-

They encourage and support me

in the things I strive to do,

to provide a poet's showcase

for folks like me and you.

-

They write such glowing letters

to tell me how they feel,

when they see their work presented

without charge . . .What a deal!!

-

But letters are not the only means

by which thier respcts they pay.

they generously support me

in a financial way.

-

Audubon Poets, I salute you

and I hold you in my heart.

I hope some day to meet you all,

but for now, this is a start.

For My Mother

She's so fragile, so helpless,

so completely without blame.

Such a small, delicate flower,

a Rose, befitting her name.

-

Today, I held her as she cried,

her tears tear me apart.

I really want to comfort her

from the bottom of my heart.

-

Her memory began to fail,

imagination went wild,

the simplest chore became a task,

she's once more a little child.

-

Oh! I long to protect her,

shield her from each little pain.

She never had much out of life.

God! Please make her whole again!

-

Life often plays funny tricks,

turns you one way then another.

This trick isn't ha ha funny.

The daughter has become the mother.

Bumblebee

I can still remember
the first time that we met.
My heart began to pound,
my hands began to sweat.
-
Your Richard Nixon nose,
the dimple in your chin,
the funny things you said,
the mischief in your grin.
-
You stole my heart away,
my passion you set free.
You made my life complete
when you said, "Marry me."
-
Time has wrought some changes
but still in you I see,
the youthful sex appeal
of my own BUMBLEBEE!

The Seasons of our Love

In the springtime of our love

we laughed and played and teased,

we could never get enough,

passion would not be appeased.

-

Springtime lengthened into summer.

Infatuation strengthened into love.

Urgency brecame steadiness,

my tiger became a dove.

-

Autumn came with warm days,

the evening cooled a bit.

The love was still abiding,

we kept the pilot light lit.

-

Our love is in the winter season,

don't think that is so bad.

On cold nights we can cuddle,

reminisce and be glad.

-

These are the seasons of our love,

the circle has no end.

I'd be tempted to go 'round again

had I the energy to expend.

La Vonnes Hands

I don't know how she does it,

she really has a knack,

for working out the kinks, and

untying the muscles in my back.

-

You could call it massage,

or manipulation or such.

It doesn't matter what you call it,

LaVonne has that healing touch.

-

It's an occupational hazard,

for those in my profession,

and, I can't seem to make the time

for a chiropractic session.

-

But when LaVonne sees my pain,

she makes me an offer I cannot refuse.

She pushes and prods away the hurt,

and blessed relief ensues.

Incomming!!!

As you will see, a bottle rocket,

in the hands of an exhuberant boy,

in a busy motel parking lot,

can be a dangerous toy.

-

Two-twenty-five had been cleaned

by Barb, and now was ready to rent.

The bottle rocket was launched,

and it flew with evil intent

-

It circled the lot, and circled,

and then it circled again,

to two-twenty-five, through

the window, it eventually found a way in.

-

Once inside, it bounced off the

walls, and ended up under the bed.

There, it sizzled and sputtered, and

on bedding the flames were fed.

-

The fire totaled the room, and

did smoke damage to three or four.

The boy confessed, very chagrined,

saying, "I won't do it no more!"

-

No one was hurt, the room was rebuilt,

and now is our very best.

Hopefully, this proves that a parking lot

is no place for a weapons test.

The Attack of The Murphy Bed

Two-forty-four had a Murphy bed

that folded against the wall.

It was fitted with a safety catch

to prevent a sudden fall.

-

The reason for the Murphy bed

was to provide us with more space,

so conferences and meetings

could conveniently take place.

-

Naomi entered to clean the room,

convinced that the bed was secure.

As she walked by, she bumped it

and it, in anger, assaulted her.

-

We took her to the Doctor,

who declared her ankle, sprained,

while the bed in two-forty-four,

it's innocence maintained.

-

We only have Naomi's word

as to what really did occur.

Did She accidentally provoke the bed

into viciously attacking her?

God, Bless the USA!

I turned on my TV

to see what I had missed.

Hijacking . . . murder. . . Bio

and germ warfare topped the list.

The news was all distressing,

I felt frightened and under trod.

Then . . . as out of context,

I heard them mention God.

They urged us to turn back to Him.

To read our Bibles and to pray.

How sad that thousands had to die,

so we could find our way.

For years we were frowned upon

if we made mention of His Name,

and the thought of prayer in schools,

would bring our beloved Nation shame.

How interesting - - when all is well

(and for this we should give praise)

We trust in wealth and money

as we go in our own ways.

But, when were feeling threatened,

knowing that our feet are made of clay;

It is then we call on Him - -

and upon our knees we pray.

Oh! God! Can You forgive me . . .

and can You forgive our land?

Bring our country 'neath Your wing,

and help us, under You to stand.

Let us be "One Nation, Under God",

as was our forefathers intent;

And help us, God, to please You . . .

and guide our government.

Since the time You created us . . .

and endowed us with free will,

we have tried to do it "our way" . . .

and we're doing it our way still.

It is not mine to criticize - -

Or suggest You might have erred,

but intelligence and discernment,

with us, I wish that You had shared.

We are very slow to learn - -

as were Your people way back when,

Moses brought them out of Egypt,

and into the Promised Land.

We now have more efficient tools,

with which to ply our trade,

but we still can't trust You to guide us,

in this world that You have made.

So, tell me, God, what is new?

Is there nothing we have learned?

Do You never wash Your hands of we,

who long Your word have spurned?

Oh, Gracious and Omnipotent God,

before You I bow my head . . .

if I am the offender,

if I've not heard the words You said . . .

Forgive me - - and my fellow man- -

throughout this wondrous land.

Show us how to serve You . . .

help us to understand.

Thank You for this country,

and my loved ones, and my life,

and for the security I have known . . .

and, even for, giving me this strife.

Help me, God, to be a better follower,

and to trust You, and obey.

And Bless and help my country now,

help us to find our way.

Lord, You said You'd heal our land

if we bowed our heads to pray.

Now, I claim this promise . . .

Please, God, Bless the USA.

The Fall of Eden

My peaceful Little Eden,

the Serpent has invaded.

In sex and drugs and violence,

we now are inundated.

-

Where has gone the innocence

that so fondly I recall?

The loving and the caring,

an umbrella over all.

-

It was not so long ago,

terror never reared it's head.

We, in peace went through the day,

sleeping safely in our bed.

-

Then something insidious

crept into our little town,

infecting all our children,

turning our lives upside down.

-

I miss my peaceful Valley,

where I walked alone at night,

slept secure with unlocked doors,

no fear, no panic, no fright.

-

Return to me the Eden

which I treasured in my youth,

where peace and integrity

reigned with trust, honor and truth.

Motorcycle Mama

When my husband bought a motorcycle,
I thought it was the end.
My marriage would be over,
and I'd lose my dearest friend.
-
I was such a coward and
I knew I'd never ride,
and he would find another,
who would go along beside.
-
He coaxed me to go with him,
and I tried to be a SPORT,
I was so afraid I'd panic,
and the ride we would abort.
-
When, suddenly, I noticed,
I was having so much fun.
Why, this wasn't at all scary!
"Can I go again, please, Hon?"
-
I can't believe that I
turned out to be so brave.
I just tried to be a good sport,
so my marriage I could save.
-
I'm his motorcycle mama,
tho the pattern I don't fit.
Whenever he goes on the bike,
behind him I will sit.
-
We really do enjoy life,
spending lots of time together,
riding all around the country,
in every kind of weather.
-
The moral of my story is.
DO NOT CLOSE YOUR MIND!
By trying something different,
much pleasure you may find.

Shadows (Ken Griffey Sr. and Jr.)

I was my daddie's shadow,

imitated every thing he did.

I wanted so to be like him,

but I was just a kid.

-

My daddie, he played baseball,

to me he's Superman.

I mimicked his walk and his talk,

for I was his biggest fan.

-

My daddie was my hero,

I loved to watch him play,

and imagined my small feet

would fill his shoes one day.

-

He taught me how to catch a ball,

and how to swing a bat.

I dressed up in his clothes

and wore his baseball hat.

-

When I got to the big league,

we played ion the same team,

we his back to back home runs,

and thus fulfilled my dream.

-

Now, they call me Jr.,

a shadow of my dad.

I'm thankful that he found

the time, to teach me as a lad.

-

My daddie is now coaching,

and I'm now number one,

and I'm now being shadowed,

by my own little son.

-

I wonder will he follow,

my footsteps all the way,

and will back to back home runs

be hit by us someday?

Fantasy

The time has come to tell the truth
about my great affair.
I walked around the corner and
saw him standing there.
He reached out and took my hand,
and gently touched my hair.
-
When first I saw his handsome face,
and looked into his eyes,
my pulse pounded in my throat,
my heart increased in size.
I floated high on wings of love,
aloft in clear blue skies.
-
I'd often watched Mel Gibson,
upon the silver screen,
and now, I nestled in his arms,
like in a movie scene.
Me! An ordinary person,
and not a glamor queen.
-
He asked me to be his wife,
and we two became one.
The wedding night was heaven,
we laughed and had such fun.
He took me to our marriage bed,
when the day was done.
-
He was a gentle lover,
that night in our bed.
I wakened the next morning
and slowly turned my head,
to find, not Mel Gibson, but
my husband Jerry instead.

Stand On Your Word

I march to a different drummer
but I am not afraid,
the cadence may be different
but I'm still in the parade.
-
If I dance to the music
that comes from a glockenspiel,
does it make the dance I'm dancing
any less than real?
-
If I start to tango,
don't tell me I must waltz,
for if my instincts are to tango,
then to waltz would make me false.
-
Cherish your Independence,
and let your voice be heard,
tell us all just where you stand,
and then stand on your word.

His Honor

Quite a sense of humor has Lynch,

the mayor of our town,

runs a very tight ship, and

still has time to play the clown.

-

He's a Master of PR,

and a very busy man,

but if you need to see him

he will readjust his plan.

-

Three dif'rent times I've called him

and he's always made the time,

to take care of my problem,

no excuse, reason or rhyme.

-

At times he is all business,

but always makes time for fun.

He gets pleasure from each day

and somehow his work gets done.

-

I'd rather have a man in

charge, who can entice a smile,

than one who looks as tho he'd

trudged mile after weary mile.

-

Humor gives one energy

to tackle the task at hand.

I admire you, Mr. Lynch,

may you long be in command.

The Original Christmas Contest

The Angels held a contest,

to see who would be the one,

to tell about the coming

of the Father's only Son.

-

The last created Angel

thought he didn't stand a chance

against the utmost wisdom,

talent and experience

-

possessed by other Angels,

serving God through ages past.

Then came the ultimatum,

to the entire Angel cast.

-

Every Angel must enter.

Not one Cherub could refuse.

They must join in this contest

to spread God's wondrous news.

-

So, each in turn, submitted

to God, their love for His Son.

And God judged each one fairly,

choosing which would be the one.

-

He called them all together,

explaining as He'd rehearsed,

"The first shall, of course be last,

and the last shall be the first.

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Come forth My newest Angel.

Go out! The glad tidings tell,

of the birth of God's own Son,

Jesus Christ, Emanuel!"

The Introduction

She took him to see Santa,

a very special treat.

Every child loves Santa.

they worship at his feet.

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But when they came face to face,

instead of bowing down,

he introduced his Mother,

as though she wore a crown.

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"Santa! Here's my Mommie!"

he announced with pride.

And Mother felt a special thrill,

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A mother holds a special place

in the heart of her son,

until he grows and falls in love

with his one and only one.

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Then Mother takes a back seat,

which is as it should be,

but, this mother remembers when,

Santa was introduced to me!

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I really don't think Santa

was impressed with what he saw,

but it thrills me to remember when

my son looked at me in awe!

A Christmas Riddle

Is it all a fairy tale

encircling the earth,

of Mary and of Joseph

and the Virgin Birth?

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What about the Christmas Star

shining, oh so bright?

Did it come to lead the way

on that wondrous night?

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Was it really Gabriel's

voice, the shepherd heard,

proclaiming Good News to man

from the Living Word?

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It has been two thousand years

since that wint'ry morn,

when little Baby Jesus was

in a stable, born.

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Why do we still remember?

Why do we rejoice?

Why is there still that urging

of an inner voice?

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If it is a fairy tale,

no harm do I see

in trusting and receiving

God's great gift to me.

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But, if it should be the truth,

that God sent His Son,

each man who disbelieves

will miss the joys I've won.

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Which one of us is foolish?

Which one missed the mark?

One believes without seeing,

one clings to the dark.

Merry Christmas Darling

I have no need of riches

or of fancy cars.

I do not care to travel

to Jupiter or Mars.

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Furs and gems do not appeal

to my simple taste.

Wine and caviar to me, seem

to be an awful waste.

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I don't need a mansion

in which to entertain,

nor do I need castles

in Paris or in Spain.

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As long as I have you, my love,

to share my simple life,

I am more than content, to

simply be your wife.

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Let others have the riches,

and all those fancy things,

and I'll enjoy the pleasure

that your presence brings.

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So, Merry Christmas, Darling,

to my Bumblebee.

Not all of your presents are

beneath the Christmas Tree.

Come Drought or High Water

Mom and Daddie told her that

there'd be no Christmas tree,

she would have to understand

that trees didn't come for free.

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Daddie had been out of work

and times were really tough.

They'd have some toys for Christmas,

which would have to be enough.

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On the day of her school party,

the teacher told them at the break,

"If anybody wanted it, the

Christmas Tree was their's to take."

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When Mother saw her coming,

a big lump was in her throat.

Here came her tiny daughter

dragging a tree, big as a boat.

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From that day to this, no

matter how tight things got'

one vow would not be broken,

a Christmas Tree would be bought.

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If it was so important to

their darling little daughter,

then they would find a way,

come drought or high water.

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