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Merry Christmas
Posted by: Linda (
Date: December 20, 2003 01:03PM

Merry Christmas and a happy new year to all fellow Christians out there.

Happy festivity to all those of other faiths who have middle of the winter celebrations.

Checkout my daughter's advent calender before it is taken down on twelth night with all the other decorations.
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Post Edited (12-20-03 12:04)

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: rikki (
Date: December 20, 2003 06:32PM

Merry Christmas Linda!

I love your daughter's advent calender; it reminded me of this -

Jesus our Savior, kind and good,
Was humbly born in a stable rude;
The friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus our Savior, kind and good.

“I,” said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
“I carried His mother up hill and down;
I carried her safely to Bethlehem town.
I,” said the donkey, shaggy and brown.

“I,” said the cow, all white and red,
“I gave Him my manger for His bed;
I gave Him my hay to pillow His head.
I,“ said the cow, all white and red.

“I,” said the sheep with the curly horn,
“I gave Him my wool for a blanket warm.
He wore my coat on Christmas morn.
I,“ said the sheep with the curly horn.

“I,” said the dove from the rafters high,
“I cooed Him to sleep so He would not cry,
I cooed Him to sleep my mate and I.
I,” said the dove from the rafters high.

And every beast, by some good spell,
In the stable dark was glad to tell,
Of the gift he gave Immanuel,
The gift he gave Immanuel.

(from an old carol from France)


For God so loved the world
that He gave His only begotten Son
that whosoever believes in Him
shall not perish, but have
everlasting life.
John 3.16

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Talia (216.117.98.---)
Date: December 22, 2003 02:25PM

Very cute!

Christmas has come
Posted by: Henry (213.78.105.---)
Date: December 22, 2003 04:49PM

Christ-mas has come, let's eat and drink
This is no time to sit and think;
Farewell to study, books and pen,
And welcome to all kinds of men.

Does something ring a bell perhaps? It's the beginning of Christ-mas by...
W H Davies.

Happy Christmas to everyone who has laboured in search of elusive verse!


Henry - Re: Christmas has come
Posted by: ilza (
Date: December 23, 2003 12:50PM

by W. H. ( as you said ... )

Christmas has come, let's eat and drink -
This is no time to sit and think;
Farewell to study, books and pen,
And welcome to all kinds of men.
Let all men now get rid of care,
Then 'tis the same, no matter which
Of us is poor, or which is rich.
Let each man have enough this day,
Since those that can are glad to pay;
There's nothing now too rich or good
For poor men, not the King's own food.
Now like a singing bird my feet
Touch earth, and I must drink and eat.
Welcome to all men: I'll not care
What any of my fellows wear;
We'll not let cloth divide our souls,
They'll swim stark naked in the bowls.
Welcome, poor beggar: I'll not see
That hand of yours dislodge a flea,
While you sit at my side and beg,
Or right foot scratching your left leg.
Farewell restraint: we will not now
Measure the ale our brains allow,
But drink as much as we can hold.
We'll count no change when we spend gold;
This is not time to save, but spend
To give for nothing, not to lend.
Let foes make friends: let them forget
The mischief-making dead that fret
the living with complaint like this --
"He wronged us once, hate him and his.."
Christmas has come; let every man
Eat, drink, be merry all he can.
Ale's my best mark, but if port wine
Or whisky's yours -- let it be mine;
No matter what lies in the bowls,
We'll make it rich with our own souls.
Farewell to study, books and pen,
And welcome to all kinds of men.

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Chesil (---.clvdoh.adelphia.)
Date: December 23, 2003 01:04PM

It's a day early but oh well.

Clement Clarke Moore

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'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 Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the roof 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 shutter, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of midday to objects below, when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his courses 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, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch!
To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky so up to the house-top the courses 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 peddler 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!"

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Pam Adams (134.71.192.---)
Date: December 23, 2003 01:41PM

Okay, I've decorated the tree, had some eggnog, looked at lights, priced watch-fobs, it must be time- Merry Christmas, everyone!


Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: glenda (
Date: December 23, 2003 03:08PM

Merry Christmas, Nearly Everybody!
Ogden Nash

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Pam Adams (134.71.192.---)
Date: December 23, 2003 05:52PM

Hey, it's a slow day on campus. I found this one while searching 'Christmas' on


Christmas Night of ’62

By William Gordon McCabe

THE WINTRY blast goes wailing by,
The snow is falling overhead;
I hear the lonely sentry’s tread,
And distant watch-fires light the sky.

Dim forms go flitting through the gloom;
The soldiers cluster round the blaze
To talk of other Christmas days,
And softly speak of home and home.

My sabre swinging overhead
Gleams in the watch-fire’s fitful glow,
While fiercely drives the blinding snow,
And memory leads me to the dead.

My thoughts go wandering to and fro,
Vibrating ’twixt the Now and Then;
I see the low-browed home again,
The old hall wreathed with mistletoe.

And sweetly from the far-off years
Comes borne the laughter faint and low,
The voices of the Long Ago!
My eyes are wet with tender tears.

I feel again the mother-kiss,
I see again the glad surprise
That lightened up the tranquil eyes
And brimmed them o’er with tears of bliss,

As, rushing from the old hall-door,
She fondly clasped her wayward boy—
Her face all radiant with the joy
She felt to see him home once more.

My sabre swinging on the bough
Gleams in the watch-fire’s fitful glow,
While fiercely drives the blinding snow
Aslant upon my saddened brow.

Those cherished faces all are gone!
Asleep within the quiet graves
Where lies the snow in drifting waves,—
And I am sitting here alone.

There ’s not a comrade here to-night
But knows that loved ones far away
On bended knees this night will pray:
“God bring our darling from the fight.”

But there are none to wish me back,
For me no yearning prayers arise.
The lips are mute and closed the eyes—
My home is in the bivouac.

--In the Army of Northern Virginia.

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Hugh Clary (
Date: December 23, 2003 06:24PM

In his hidey-hole, next to the quad,
Poor Saddam Hussein asked his god
To be captured at present,
Since he feared an unpleasant
Abundance of fleas Navidad.

¡Feliz Navidad to all of you and yours!

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: -Les- (
Date: December 23, 2003 06:39PM

The 3 stages of man:

He believes in Santa Claus.
He doesn't believe in Santa Claus.
He is Santa Claus.


Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Pam Adams (134.71.192.---)
Date: December 23, 2003 07:40PM

and the last stage- he looks like Santa Claus


Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: J.H.SUMMERS (
Date: December 23, 2003 08:49PM

Christmas Everywhere

EVERYWHERE, everywhere, Christmas tonight!
Christmas in lands of the fir-tree and pine,
Christmas in lands of the palm-tree and vine,
Christmas where snow peaks stand solemn and white,
Christmas where cornfields stand sunny and bright.
Christmas where children are hopeful and gay,
Christmas where old men are patient and gray,
Christmas where peace, like a dove in his flight,
Broods o're brave men in the thick of the fight;
Everywhere, everywhere, Christmas tonight!
For the Christ-child who comes is the Master of all;
No palace too great, no cottage too small.

By Phillips Brooks

Merry Christmas one and all,

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: Marian-NYC (
Date: December 24, 2003 04:08PM

Not a poem, but a nice TRUE story:

Mom and Dad put the kids in the card on Christmas Eve and they took their tradition drive through the wealthiest parts of town to look at the costly and splendid holiday decorations.

One of the kids (a friend of mine, now grown), had never seen a GATED COMMUNITY before, and when they past the entrance to one she said, "Dad, what are those bars for?"

Dad replied, "To keep the bad people in."


Happy All !

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: -Les- (
Date: December 24, 2003 04:22PM

Marian, why did they put the kids in the card? They could just as easily driven.


Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: flurim (
Date: February 14, 2004 02:52PM

eceque dans emulue il y as des virus ?

Re: Merry Christmas
Posted by: -Les- (
Date: February 14, 2004 03:43PM

No, Flurim, go here:

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