I believe baubles have way too much glitter,
That another new year won't make it all better.

I believe turkey tastes bland without stuffing,
That my secret santa was better than nothing.

That rich Christmas pud needs plenty of cream,
That thin paper hats are as cheap as they seem.

I believe parties can get out of hand,
That still silent nights need to be planned.

I believe Christmas can bring people down,
That relentless fake smiles hide many a frown.

That without the real Jesus it's a real waste of time,
That if He was here He'd call it a crime:

The way we ignore those under our feet,
The times we brush past the poor on the street.

Jesus just cries to see our behaviour,
So far from the path He set as our Saviour.

So this Christmas ask Jesus to soften your heart
He'll give you forgiveness and bring a fresh start.

You can live with new hope and sing with new meaning,
Dont waste any more time with any more dreaming.

Happy Christmas to all and to all my best wishes,
May your Christmas be more than merry wet kisses.

May the Christ of this Christmas visit this year
And give you good reason to be of good cheer.

Twinkling Christmas lights
Brighten up December nights

Freezing cold air
Wind tousling my hair

Raindrops turn to snow
Putting on a beautiful show

Curled up by a fire ablaze
My favorite way to end each day

Music, laughter, and Christmas cheer
Hustle and bustle as the holidays near

Busy,   so calm
I am surrounded by the feel of
coffee and thunderstorms.

A pluck brings me up
as it resolves to a familiar
Tone.

Cheerful - Lonely - i can’t explain
                                            it is great
For one who feeds off isolation
for another who is surrounded
for I who
struggles
to be
understood…….

A pluck,
an undertone,
     soothing me

C r a s h i n g

                                             and release

How do I feel? SAD!
How do I feel it? ALWAYS!
When do I want it to end? NOW!

I'm walking down the street
with my eyes staring
at the rough road.

Unable to lift my head.
Unable to ease my pain.

I wonder about  a lot of things.
Worsening the claws of sorrow
that continues to envelop me.

But then,

A ray of hope drew near me,
with a voice
so sweet and gentle.

"Cheer up, little one."
My ray of hope said.

Little by little,
I felt a rush of emotion
conquering those painful claws.

With a smile,
I continued to walk down
the path I'm taking.

"Yes," I smiled.
"Life is too precious,
for me to waste it."

When we are born, we are born with fire
Dancing in our souls like madmen,
Feasting on our every desire
And granting every wish you could imagine.

So many times we are told to keep our fire safe.
Don’t let it crackle and waste.
But, what if you do just that?
The light from your world will turn to black
And the fire you now need but took for granted will never come back.

The number of tears you’ve cried will put it out
And the dying sparks will fly about.
Nothing will be left but shattered parts
Of a broken soul wishing to restart.

Save every moment you have alive.
Good ones, bad ones, even “okay” ones will suffice.
Just promise my old and lonely heart
That you won’t reduce yourself to embers dancing in the dark.