Tag Archives: Christmas
Christmas is through, Pack the tree. What becomes new We can’t foresee. Glitter becomes rust, People lose cheer. Ornaments collect dust For another year. Store the wreath, Not the start. Let what’s beneath Fill your heart. John Northcutt … Continue reading
While Momma, Daddy, and Arthur were alive, I was forced into doing the traditional Hallmark, Currier and Ives Christmas. Starting in September after Labor Day, I cooked, cleaned, bought, decorated, ran myself ragged for one afternoon of another’s glutton pleasure … Continue reading
“Whoever grouped Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve together really hated single people. Life isn’t Noah’s Ark, we don’t have to march two-by-two. If God wanted us joined, we would come like clothes with matching tags.” Donnie Lawrence in Dearly … Continue reading
“After Frankie died, Christmas, like everything else, became a burden. Something to tolerate like dreadful kinfolks. Even when I was a child, Christmas was an overwhelming chore getting ready for all of the aunts, uncles, and cousins. In her younger … Continue reading
Memorial Every year You’ll hear Yuletide cheer That’ll disappear. Season’s Greetings, Holiday best. Goodwill wishes, Peaceful rest. Words fade When spoken. Promises made Soon broken. Don’t break Love’s ideal. Always make Christmas real.