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About Christmas Posted 1/2/2007 1:05:44 PM Christmas Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in mirth And crown him wi a holly bough Tho tramping neath a winters sky Oer snow track paths and rhymey stiles The huswife sets her spinning by And bids him welcome wi her smiles Each house is swept the day before And windows stuck wi evergreens The snow is beesomd from the door And comfort crowns the cottage scenes Gilt holly wi its thorny pricks And yew and box wi berries small These deck the unusd candlesticks And pictures hanging by the wall Neighbours resume their annual cheer Wishing wi smiles and spirits high Glad christmass and a happy year To every morning passer bye Milk maids their christmass journeys go Accompanyd wi favourd swain And children pace the crumping snow To taste their grannys cake again Hung wi the ivys veining bough The ask trees round the cottage farm Are often stript of branches now The cotters christmass hearth to warm He swings and twists his hazel band And lops them off wi sharpened hook And oft brings ivy in his hand To decorate the chimney nook Old winter whipes his icles bye And warms his fingers till he smiles Where cottage hearths are blazing high And labour resteth from his toils Wi merry mirth beguiling care Old customs keeping wi the day Friends meet their christmass cheer to share And pass it in a harmless way Old customs O I love the sound However simple they may be What ere wi time has sanction found Is welcome and is dear to me Pride grows above simplicity And spurns it from her haughty mind And soon the poets song will be The only refuge they can find The shepherd now no more afraid Since custom doth the chance bestow Starts up to kiss the giggling maid Beneath the branch of mizzletoe That neath each cottage beam is seen Wi pearl-like-berrys shining gay The shadow still of what hath been Which fashion yearly fades away And singers too a merry throng At early morn wi simple skill Yet imitate the angles song And chant their christmass ditty still And mid the storm that dies and swells By fits – in humings softly steals The music of the village bells Ringing round their merry peals And when its past a merry crew Bedeckt in masks and ribbons gay The ‘Morrice danse’ their sports renew And act their winter evening play The clown-turnd-kings for penny praise Storm wi the actors strut and swell And harlequin a laugh to raise Wears his hump back and tinkling bell And oft for pence and spicy ale Wi winter nosgays pind before The wassail singer tells her tale And drawls her christmass carrols oer The prentice boy wi ruddy face And rhyme-bepowderd dancing locks From door to door wi happy pace Runs round to claim his ‘chrismass box’ The block behind the fire is put To sanction customs old desires And many a faggots bands are cut For the old farmers christmass fires Where loud tongd gladness joins the throng And winter meets the warmth of may Feeling by times the heat too strong And rubs his shins and draws away While snows the window panes bedim The fire curls up a sunny charm Where creaming oer the pitchers rim The flowering ale is set to warm Mirth full of joy as summer bees Sits there its pleasures to impart While children tween their parents knees Sing scraps of carrols oer by heart And some to view the winters weathers Climb up the window seat wi glee Likening the snow to falling feathers In fancys infant extacy Laughing wi superstitious love Oer visions wild that youth supplyes Of people pulling geese above And keeping christmass in the skyes As tho the homestead trees were drest In lieu of snow wi dancing leaves As tho the sundryd martins nest Instead of icles hung the eaves The children hail the happy day As if the snow was april grass And pleasd as neath the warmth of may Sport oer the water froze to glass Thou day of happy sound and mirth That long wi childish memory stays How blest around the cottage hearth I met thee in my boyish days Harping wi raptures dreaming joys On presents that thy coming found The welcome sight of little toys The christmass gifts of corners round The wooden horse wi arching head Drawn upon wheels around the room The gilded coach of ginger bread And many colord sugar plumb Gilt coverd books for pictures sought Or storys childhood loves to tell Wi many a urgent promise bought To get tomorrows lesson well And many a thing a minutes sport Left broken on the sanded floor When we would leave out play and court Our parents promises for more Tho manhood bids such raptures dye And throws such toys away as vain Yet memory loves to turn her eyes And talk such pleasures oer again Around the glowing hearth at night The harmless laugh and winter tale Goes round – while parting friends delight To toast each other oer their ale The cotter oft wi quiet zeal Will musing oer his bible lean While in the dark the lovers steal To kiss and toy behind the screen The yule cake dotted thick wi plumbs Is on each supper table found And cats look up for falling crumbs Which greedy childern litter round And huswifes sage stuffd seasond chine Long hung in chimney nook to drye And boiling eldern berry wine To drink the christmass eves ‘good bye'. 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Merry Christmas n Happy New Year 2007 Posted 1/2/2007 12:41:52 PM I just want to say "Merry Christmas n Happy New Year 2007" 4 all of you..Have a nice future.. Wings Of Hope I strayed into a dream last night; I saw the earth so bright below while I, with wings of feathered thought, soared high above mankind's tableau. I gazed around at ageless stars and blackness stretching far beyond the eyes of those on that sphere below, and felt I was a vagabond. A wanderer through the age of man in search of something out-of-reach; I feel it in the mountains high, elusive clouds and sand-strewn beach. A yearning from a hungry heart, a mournful cry from saddened soul.... Then down from the distant heavens a voice echoed forth and into my being stole. "Be still, and know that I am God." "Lo, I am with you Always." My heart filled up, my soul took wing, God walks beside me through life's maze! The Three Kings Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were they, And they travelled by night and they slept by day, For their guide was a beautiful, wonderful star. The star was so beautiful, large and clear, That all the other stars of the sky Became a white mist in the atmosphere, And by this they knew that the coming was near Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy. Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows, Three caskets of gold with golden keys; Their robes were of crimson silk with rows Of bells and pomegranates and furbelows, Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees. And so the Three Kings rode into the West, Through the dusk of the night, over hill and dell, And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast, And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest, With the people they met at some wayside well. "Of the child that is born," said Baltasar, "Good people, I pray you, tell us the news; For we in the East have seen his star, And have ridden fast, and have ridden far, To find and worship the King of the Jews." And the people answered, "You ask in vain; We know of no King but Herod the Great!" They thought the Wise Men were men insane, As they spurred their horses across the plain, Like riders in haste, who cannot wait. And when they came to Jerusalem, Herod the Great, who had heard this thing, Sent for the Wise Men and questioned them; And said, "Go down unto Bethlehem, And bring me tidings of this new king." So they rode away; and the star stood still, The only one in the grey of morn; Yes, it stopped --it stood still of its own free will, Right over Bethlehem on the hill, The city of David, where Christ was born. And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard, Through the silent street, till their horses turned And neighed as they entered the great inn-yard; But the windows were closed, and the doors were barred, And only a light in the stable burned. And cradled there in the scented hay, In the air made sweet by the breath of kine, The little child in the manger lay, The child, that would be king one day Of a kingdom not human, but divine. His mother Mary of Nazareth Sat watching beside his place of rest, Watching the even flow of his breath, For the joy of life and the terror of death Were mingled together in her breast. They laid their offerings at his feet: The gold was their tribute to a King, The frankincense, with its odor sweet, Was for the Priest, the Paraclete, The myrrh for the body's burying. And the mother wondered and bowed her head, And sat as still as a statue of stone, Her heart was troubled yet comforted, Remembering what the Angel had said Of an endless reign and of David's throne. Then the Kings rode out of the city gate, With a clatter of hoofs in proud array; But they went not back to Herod the Great, For they knew his malice and feared his hate, And returned to their homes by another way. (0) Comments

About Posted 1/2/2007 12:20:45 PM A Friend is... (A)ccepts you as you are (B)elieves in "you" (C)alls you just to say "HI" (D)oesn't give up on you (E)nvisions the whole of you (F)orgives your mistakes (G)ives unconditionally (H)elps you (I)nvites you over (J)ust "be" with you (K)eeps you close at heart (L)oves you for who you are (M)akes a difference in your life (N)ever Judges (O)ffers support (P)icks you up (Q)uiets your fears (R)aises your spirits (S)ays nice things about you (T)ells U the truth when U need 2 hear it (U)nderstands you (V)alues you (W)alks beside you (X)- plain things you don't understand (Y)ells when you won't listen and.... (Z)aps you back to reality.... A Friend...is a tissue when you can't stop crying A Friend..is a shoulder when you feel like dying A Friend..always listens when you have something to say A Friend..is a week when you need a day A Friend..is a crutch when you have a brokenheart A Friend..is some glue when everything falls apart A Friend..is a sun when the rain just won't stop A Friend..is your mum when you run into a cop A Friend..is a phone call when you can't leave your home A Friend..is a hand when you feel all alone A Friend..is a wing if you want to fly A Friend..understands without knowing why A Friend..is an ear for a secret to tell A Friend..is an aspirin when your head hurts like hell A Friend..is a love that can never let go A Friend..is you, and i wanted you to know (0) Comments

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