Christmas

There are many stories about the origins of Christmas. Some say it’s an occult celebration, others say St. Nicholas was a perverted old man. Regardless of its origins, if you choose to celebrate it, it doesn’t mean that to you. To my father it is an opportunity to spread the Gospel and honestly when else do people go to a church except maybe Easter? To me it’s about spending time with my family. It is also a reminder of Christ’s sacrifice for all of mankind–this is the most important thing to celebrate.

It’s not about gifts. It can never be about gifts. Gifts we can sometimes get bored of or they may break–they are temporal. Christ, however, is forever. Your family may turn on you. Your friends may leave you or abandon you, but God won’t ever!

I know this is a short post, so I am giving you a poem to remember today.

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blixen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too–
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes–how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight–
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Bob Dylan; ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all of you, my precious avids. God bless you all on this very special day✨💖🎄

Cat and Mouse by Ted Hughes

On the sheep-cropped summit, under hot sun,
The mouse crouched, staring out the chance
It dared not take.                              
                           Time and a world
Too old to alter, the five mile prospect—
Woods, villages, farms hummed its heat-heavy
Stupor of life.                              
                                     Whether to two
Feet or four, how are prayers contracted!
Whether in God’s eye or the eye of a cat.

Short and poignant. Be blessed all my precious avids 👧💖

And Then There Were None

Ten Little Sailor Boys went out to dine,
One choked his little self, and then there were nine.
Nine Little Sailor Boys sat up very late,
One overslept himself, and then there were eight.
Eight Little Sailor Boys traveling in Devon,
One stayed there, and then there were seven.
Seven Little Sailor Boys chopping up sticks,
One chopped himself in halves, and then there were six.
Six Little Sailor Boys playing with a hive,
A bumblebee stung one, and then there were five.
Five Little Sailor boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery, and then there were four.
Four Little Sailor Boys going out to sea,
A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three.
Three Little Sailor Boys walking in the zoo,
A big bear hugged one, and then there were two.
Two Little Sailor Boys sitting in the sun,
One got frizzled up, and then there was one.
One Little Sailor Boy left all alone,
He went and hung himself, and then there were none.

From one of my favourite mystery novels. If you want a good read or enjoy mini-series then watch Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None. It really is a good read and made a great mini-series!

Have a great day all my darling avidReaders! God bless you today!

Coloured Rainbows

Rainbows

Dare to dream of coloured rainbows

and fine “castles in the air” –

and a Sun that shines so brightly

making cloudy days seem rare!

When you aim to find a purpose

then your life becomes worthwhile.

You will dazzle those about you –

when you show your own true style!

Our dreams are not for keeping –

simply borrowed for a while;

to console us in adversity

and teach us how to smile!

Dream again of coloured rainbows

and of bluebirds flying high.

You will overcome the obstacles

once you decide to try!

Have a blessed day all my darling avidReaders🥰😇

A CIRCLE OF FRIENDSHIP

Poems of Encouragement by Roslyn (Ros) Mansell

A circle of friendship…

is bound together,

by sharing good moments

and Life’s stormy weather:

And should you feel lonely…

you needn’t pretend;

surrender your false pride

and lean on a friend.

A circle of friendship…

is a growing delight;

it helps dispel sadness,

as it lets in the ‘light.’

A circle of friendship…

warms you in its glow;

take that warmth with you

and feel the ‘love’ grow.

You stand in a circle…

with hands reaching out;

the giving of yourself,

is what friendship’s about!

Have a great Monday all my darling avidReaders. 👧🐰 God bless all of you.

Friday The 13th; Nadia DeLevea

June 2014

All throughout History,
It’s always been a mystery.
The most unlucky of days,
On this day we change our ways.
Careful what we do,
Careful when we tie our shoe.
Stay in and lock your door,
Don’t get up off the floor.
Black cats and spilled salt,
The broken mirror is not my fault!
Avoiding ladders and a sidewalk crack,
Being on guard we do not lack.
Some say it’s a day of fun,
Others shiver, hide, and run.
Some say it’s black magic that comes out today,
Some say that it’s demons here to stay.
Whatever your superstition on this very day,
Everyone’s wits will shred and fray.
The day of bad luck comes only so often,
Let’s just pray it doesn’t lead to a coffin.


@KaraJayne Makin 5 Oct 2013 onYoutube. Subscribe to her channel for more of the same

Happy Triskadeckaphobia Day all of you! God bless and stay safe!

November for Beginners

Red, White but rarely blue

by Rita Dove

Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.

So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,
memorizing

a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!

November 1981

Hi everyone. I saw this and found it fitting. All across the world I know everyone’s getting into the Christmas/Thanksgiving vibe, even in South Africa our stores are starting to play Christmas songs and put up decorations on Christmas trees. I wish you all a blessed Thursday and enjoy this time for holiday vibes–be it summer vibes or winter snowbells.

God bless you all, my darling avidReaders.🐰👩‍💻

Guy Fawkes Night Poem

Effigy of Guy Fawkes

Remember, remember!
The fifth of November,
The Gunpowder treason and plot;
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!
Guy Fawkes and his companions
Did the scheme contrive,
To blow the King and Parliament
All up alive.
Threescore barrels, laid below,
To prove old England’s overthrow.
But, by God’s providence, him they catch,
With a dark lantern, lighting a match!
A stick and a stake
For King James’s sake!
If you won’t give me one,
I’ll take two,
The better for me,
And the worse for you.
A rope, a rope, to hang the Pope,
A penn’orth of cheese to choke him,
A pint of beer to wash it down,
And a jolly good fire to burn him.
Holloa, boys! holloa, boys! make the bells ring!
Holloa, boys! holloa boys! God save the King!
Hip, hip, hooor-r-r-ray!

If

courtesy of Wikipedia

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you   
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

A poem to boost your spirits today. If you can do all this, you’ll be strong, bold and powerful! God bless all of you today, my darling avidReaders

SHADES

by Esther Esuga; April 2014

An innovative, creative, calm serenity
A spirit of togetherness and humanism
A patient, peaceful, joyful emotion
Independence
Different shades of Turquoise

A new, fresh, hopeful place of rest
Healing
Natural
Growth and development
Success
Vitality

A joyful, happy warming effect
Energetic
Sunshine
Arousal of cheerful feelings and freshness
Great mental stimulant

A classy, luxury glitz of glamour
A confident, generous, self-work
A victorious , royal, happy-to-go-look
An abundant, shiny, excess extrovert
Sophisticated

Have a blessed Monday, all my darling avidReaders 🙂