don't you hear that beat of little tiny feet
tiny feet running across the floor
tiny feet at your door
to hear the pitter patter of those feet on christmas morn
and the twinkle in their eyes
seeing that expression of surprise
as they open up all their gifts that they put on their christmas list
this is one of the few things that make all the heartaches worth while
when you see their beautiful smile.
christmas is a day to rejoice the birth of our king
who has given us all these things.
so as we share this day with our children
let us remember who gave us this day
and thank him in every way.
rejoice in the birth of our new born king
for he is everything.
he has given us the pitter patter of tiny feet
and has made our lives complete.

louis rams

she was awoken with a loud thunderous sound
she jumped up and looked around.
it can't be santa claus? it just can't be.
mommy did'nt even have money to buy a tree.

she heard the sound one more time
and upon her roof they did climb.

the little pitter patter of hooves
above her head
made her turn and jump out of bed.

she ran to the window and
looked to the roof
she wanted to tell her mother
she did have the proof.

she saw something red
moving to the chimney
then she knew it had to be.
that santa claus is not only
in our hearts and minds
and will live throughout all time.

all children are supposed
to be asleep.
but through half closed eyes
they would peak.

she then heard the sounds in
the room below.
as she opened the door very slow.
to her surprise there was a tree
decorated 'oh so beautifully'.

and there under the tree
there was gifts galore
who would think - that they were poor.

as she started to look around
at the fireplace he was found.
he was having the milk and cookies
that were left that night.
' oh my gosh what a beautiful sight'.

he then put his finger to his nose
and just like the book
up the chimney he rose.

she went back to her room, and climbed
back into her bed, said her prayers
and laid down her head.
she awoke the next morning
thinking it was a dream.
when she heard her mother scream.

how is this possible? how can it be?
'all these presents, and with a tree.'
as she ran to her mothers side
the tears started to fill her eyes.

i don't know who did this? i have no clue
and i don't know what i should do.
she then told her what she heard
and saw the night before
when she opened up her bedroom door.

as we opened up the first package
from under the tree
we saw a metal frame with one word.
BELIEVE
now we put this question to you.
do you believe? is this story true?

louis rams

(12/22/12)

It was Christmas eve and last minute
Shoppers were running frantically
As I walked out my front door
What to my astonishment and surprise
A little boy sitting with a puppy in his lap
Looking up to the sky.

I asked: are you o.k.? he replied: no! not really!
Every year I find a spot to sit Down and look around
Of how free will can be put to the ground.

Why does man thrive on pain, suffering and war
When they have another door!
A door of peace, happiness and love
Sent to them from my father above.

I know since my birth it has gotten better
And people are finding their faiths once again
And love is filling many hearts and souls
But true happiness and peace should be their goal.

I see so many children abandoned and left in
the streets with out food or drink.
In the middle east and Asia- little girls lives
Are being taken and destroyed
Over the birth of a little boy.

Without the females this world would cease to exist
I would not be here if not for my mother
And like her there is no other.

Why would man want to take a life at birth
This is the most precious thing on this earth.
The children are so happy when they celebrate my birth
And receive gifts as I had done before
When the three kings opened up that gift giving door.
Yet! I sit here reflecting on centuries gone by
With tears in my eyes.
But also with joy and fulfillment in my heart
Knowing this is the season for a brand new start.

Look into the eyes of every child that passes by
And you will see that gleam in their eyes
And love in their hearts, if they are led in the right direction
Mankind will be closer to perfection.

I could not believe what I was hearing and asked:
Who are you? He turned and smiled and said:
I am your father my son, and I've come
To help everyone.
Everyone who seeks my father
I will respond in his name.

"Then he faded from my sight"
And I prayed for peace and love that same night.

WHO WAS HE?

© L. RAMS

Christmas is all about love sent with a child from the heavens above
A child who was born as a carpenter’s son who came to bless every one
He wasn’t born wealthy or lived in a castle or on a mountain high
But he was praised and honored from all the angels in the sky.
Because of his birth three kings followed a star and traveled from afar
When they arrived to where the star shone that is where this child was born
In a manger with cattle and sheep sitting on the hay, as they all knelt to pray.
They came with gifts to honor a king with gold, frankincense
And myrrh they did bring.
There is not diamonds, gold, silver, pearls or riches of any kind
That could compare to what he has left behind.
It is the power of love and the love that he shared with every one
And as they say: his will be done.
You hear of him in religious books, storybooks. And word of mouth
And how his words came about.
There is no story greater than his birth and life, not Sampson and Delilah
Hercules, Joan of arc, Moses, or Noah and his arc, and so many
Others on which I won’t embark.
One man who created a new religion called Christianity
And if you take the first part of that word, it is CHRIST.
Then you also have Christmas so don’t take CHRIST out of Christmas.
What more can I say! I believe and love him in every way.
© L RAMS121114

(11/23/12)

All the elves had gathered around
For the bed of JESUS had been found.
It was a mere fruit basket in which Mary had put some hay
And for this bed and shelter -Mary and Joseph had prayed.

The elves stood around in amazement and awe
As Santa heard the commotion and opened up his door.
AT LAST Santa s search was through
And the three kings had told him what to do.

From the workshop rafters came a sound
And whence it came - it could not be found.
Then an angel soon appeared
With a voice so beautiful and clear.
(she sang)

" This is the bed where our lord did lie
As the armies of angels above him did cry
He was sent to the world from God above
To show this world compassion and love.

He's come to save all those who believe
That with their simple thoughts and deeds
Their lives can be changed anew
And they'll know just what to do.

So on this glorious Christmas day
Get down on your knees and pray
And thank him for all that he has given
And made your lives worth living.

Give praise to the living God
Give praise to the living God
For he has captured every heart."

Now Santa had to spread the word
Of how this angels voice was heard
And under each Christmas tree
JESUS bed you will see.

© L. RAMS

12/05/10

Santa s workshop is as busy as can be
All the elves working frantically.
Christmas day is almost here, and the toys
Must be ready for the Christmas cheer.

The elves have but one thing in mind
And that’s to get the toys made in time.
All year long they are making these toys
And they play like all girls and boys.

For every 500 toys they make
They could swim in the indoor lake.
They have picnics and outdoor games
And no two are ever the same.

Have you ever played hide and seek in the snow?
Where you’re dressed all in white and they don’t know.
Or ridden on a caribou
and so many Other things that you can do.

Or playing with polar bears, walruses and seals.
Imagine how that would feel.
Or putting on the tails and tie
And wobbling with the penguins side by side.

There are so many games that the elves do play
And that’s one of the reasons that they stay.
Everyone is family, and that’s the way
It was meant to be.

They only know of love and joy
And they apply it to every toy.
So when you think of Santa and the north pole
This is the thought that you must hold.

louis rams

All the Christmas stories the children are learning
As the Christmas candle is burning.
The stories are being told by grandparents and parents alike
Sitting by the candle light.
Oh so many stories that must be told
Stories that never gets old.
Stories of different places and unfamiliar faces
Like stories of Uncle Scrooge and how the people s kindness he abused
And how he changed his ways, and the story lives on till this day.
Also the stories of Rudolph and frosty the snowman and Santa
And what he went through- to deliver presents to me and you.
Then you have the island of misfit toys and how
Each one yearned to be hugged by a little girl or boy
And Santa knew just what to do and they’ve been repaired like new.
The elves have worked all year long making toys for every girl and boy
This is Santa’s special day where he gives the toys they made away.
Then we see the children who can’t stay awake no matter how hard they try
Because the Sandman’s dust is in their eyes.
His sleigh will be in flight and the stars will be his guiding light
And Rudolph will brighten the way, so from his course he will not stray.
So many stories that the adults will tell as the children sit all around
Just looking up, not making a sound.
We need these story tellers who know how to weave a web
Till they close their eyes and are put in bed.
©L.RAMS 120914