My Christmas Wish or Something Like It...

It is that time of year where inevitably the conversation turns to what do you want for Christmas? My kids are getting older and gone are the days it seems of buying them toys that come in packaging that requires undoing umpteen twist ties, or loads of Lego blocks...
as I sat here contemplating I decided to write a poem...
I don't call myself a poet but it was fun to write...Enjoy!

I wish I could be more forgiving and forget once in a while
When I am irked I wish I could offer a sweet smile.
I wish I would remember to give thanks a little more
So that grumbling and complaining would slink right out the door.

I wish my hands would remain open, never clenched or holding tight
To worthless things and foolish pride that blind the truth from sight.
I wish I had the wisdom that you get from looking back
Before I made  my choices of choosing the 'wrong' track.

I wish everyone could have a good supper every night
And a home with loving parents who try to teach them right.
I wish that conflict and indifference would not tear love apart
But commitment would be stronger and would mend a broken heart.

So as I wish these wishes, I say a prayer for you
That you have peace and happiness in all that you hold true.
May each twist and turn on the earthly road you roam
Bring you ever nearer your heavenly home.


                               

           
               My newest infatuation....battery candles on a timer...love ~~~Lucy. 


  

A Sign Of The Times

They said there simply isn't space.
We can't display this scene.
It really isn't all that important,
By the way, what does it mean?

They said it's a business choice.
We must stay with the present time.
 It's a little odd,and out of place.
We could be guilty of crime.


I say, have we really come
To such a place as this,
That in the maddening rush and haste
We've not realized what's amiss.

For if throughout the busy year
We've never stopped to pray,
Or thank the One who came to earth.
Then Christmas is just a day.

A day full to worship things,
That fail to fill a heart.
A day where joy is empty
And dread can sometimes start.

I pray that through this Christmas;
My heart has ample room
For the Babe who came this world to save
From our own impending doom. 


I was reading in the paper how a mall here, decided not to display the Nativity scene this Christmas.
There seems to be less room for the Real meaning of Christmas every year.

still grappling gratitude here...

 191- anticipation of the season, 192-compliments from a child:"I like that sweater, Mom:)"193-candles burning,194-cleaning out closets, 195-warm hugs,196-a blanket box that is full to pull from on these cold nights,197-shoes by the door,198-smiles from strangers,199-spray paint makeovers,200-Christmas decorating,201-child bursting out in song,202-abundance and variety of food available.