her
Mary and Joseph were already turned away at the inn
Joseph starts to speak yet, before one word comes out
The little lamb gets up and sees Mary
The lamb moves to the side
Followed by its mother
The rest of the livestock makes room for Mary as well
For they know on this night, a child will be born
That child will look kindly a pond all living things
New Silent Night
Silent night
For Alaska the last frontier
Holy night
We can pray that the bear will stay away
All is calm
That darn porcupine is at it again
All is bright
There is so much to do before winter settles in
Round the virgin
You can get lost out there in the wilderness
Mother and child
That colt will follow its momma
Sleep in heavenly peace
I am so dead tired…
Christmas Time
Cheers to one and all
Holiday goodies are finally out
Relatives and friends come with smiling faces
Ideas have been found for what to get all for Christmas
Strings of lights, and decorations cover the Christmas tree
Twinkling lights light up the room bring warmth to all
Merry Christmas is said through out the day
All amazed by what they see
Secrets are shared in low whispers of what’s to be
Table is all ready for Christmas Dinner
Idle is not to be on this day
Music plays in low key of Christmas
Enjoy the day for Jesus is the reason for this celebration
Snowmen
Snow has fallen on the ground
No time like the present to build a snowman
Old snowman of the past reflect in the one to be made
Willing helpers please join in
Molding snow into three large balls
Enlarging them as we go
Now is time to stack the balls of snow then adding final touches
Crispy
Crispy is the air on a cold winter’s day
Crispy is the baked Christmas goods that taste so good
Crispy is the sound of stepping on breaking ice
Crispy is the doughnut you have on a break…
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Warm throws lay on backs of living room couches and chairs
They catch the rays of sunlight flowing in from closed windows the see through curtains hang from rods above the window pain
Bloomers and britches sitting on couches and chairs
Throw pillows leaning on armrest
Bright lights and color seems so fitting on this Christmas Eve
The tree is glowing in its Christmas best
Presents lay under Christmas tree just waiting to be opened up
Table’s covers on all have a touch of the Christmas season
Holiday treats circle about on small plates
Cards hanging or open doorways
Christmas village scene is set on up on every shelf of a bookcase
Snowmen and angles appear all about
A woodstove sits in dinning room corner showing a warm glow
Snowmen made of hockey sticks guard the French door
All seems almost perfect though there is some thing missing to bad not all could come
This next section of poems connected to doors was originally put to paper as a Holiday promotion for the city of Canandaigua, New York for business, and home- owners alike to show their holiday sprite. This was my contribution. The first poem was on display in the Arts Council of Ontario County doors holiday season show. For doors the AC used kitchen cabinet doors from a small business that closed it’s doors for good earlier in the year. No copies of “Doors” were ever made
Doors
Doors are a simple deal
Until the holidays bring them to life
Decorated to be a welcoming sight.
No two are alike.
But what is inside is the same.
The spirit of the season with warming hearts
And sharing special things
Friends or foe
Does not matter
With doors to shops
Being so inviting
All it takes is a walk
Through the door..
Doors of the World
Made of straw
Wood
Steel
It does not matter
All opening to a home inside
No prejudgment
To make matter worse
Just a place to rest your feet after at the end of a long day
Holiday Doors
They show us the love of the season
No matter of religion we follow
Warmth fills the heart from inside
A wish for peace comes flowing out
Family and friends become closer
Strangers are more welcomed
Giving to charity is more popular
Why does a door change a mood?
Doors on Display
Creativity comes to life
Taking weeks to plain,
Then caste into being
Paintbrushes washing different colors
Across a board
Using glue and other supplies
Are used to create an image
From the creators head to a board in a window
For the world to see
Doors of Life
Weather good, or bad
We open another door
None is as warm as a Each time we make a choice
Holiday door
Dressed in the finest that can be
Created on a budget
Such a choir to improve the door
Only to be open and closed
Rarely drawing the attention it deserves
Here is to you the door
Protecting what is within
Inviting to others when we open you up…
Angles Mission
Angles in windows
Fluttering about
Looking in wondrous delight
Bring the season to life
Warming up hearts of all mankind
It is a wonderful life
Ringing of bells
Angles leaving in their ranks…
The following poem was included to help those facing issues of their own please adjust the words to fit your personal needs no one needs to suffer in disentrance when a good prayer can help.
Prayer To Angles
Angles of heaven
Come on down upend me
Case of loving heart
Help me to get through
This block in my life
Open my eyes to the positive
Please take away the negative
I could use some comfort
Nature
There is nothing as a wonderful site
That only nature bring to life
Hidden from mans view
Just waiting for the right night to shine
For celebrating life just for one night
Then locked back up in mystery
Waiting for another special night…
Thanksgiving
What a holiday
Full of turkey
Until it starts coming out of your ears
This is the day you are required to eat
As if we need such a day
Today we practice from the days of the Roman Empire
Then we see those who should really care
Now we could care less what Thanksgiving really for
Instead we get the low down of the present day
Where are those who once knew
The true meaning of this very day
Those who suffere
d to start out as Pilgrims,
And Native American Indian’s
We are just out of touch
We need some reminding
What the purpose of Thanksgiving really is…
Christmas
A day of cheer
All decked out in the seasons best
Story’s fill the air
All seem like man has forgotten what they are on this day
Showing kindness to friends and strangers alike
Gifts galore for the ones that are a part of who we are
The gifts are bought to out do one another
Charging up cards going into debt
Oh what fun it is
By trying to out do each other
Giving gifts to one another
We really need to know what this day really stands for…
The following poem was written for those who care for your home. Thank goodness I am not one.
It’s Over
The our family have come and gone for another year
Decorations have seen better days
Falling down from their once proud place
Papers and boxes filling the trash and recycle bins
Dishes set in piles already for the maid to take over
Though there is no maid
Stains on carpets
A broken glass or two
I just do not want to clean up
But we are in a New York a time for change
I vow not to be so friendly next time around
Maybe everyone can meet some other place instead..
I thank each and every one of you for reading this holiday book, and could you pass on your take on this book as well. You can e-mail me at [email protected]
Thank You
David A Parrish
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