What Child is This...

Young shepherds awe and delight

at first seeing The Child.

Far From Home

Who turns away
So small a Guest
And will not grant
The Weary rest -
In all the world,
No room for Thee?
Then come and make
Your home with me.

The Spirit of Christmas

May the Spirit of Christmas
Abide in your heart
In this holiday season,
And never depart -
May it live with you ever
And ever, and may
You have a most glorious,
Glad Christmas Day!

Bring the Candle, Bring the Lyre

Bring the candle, bring the lyre,

Summer flower, winter fire,

Shepherd, Wise Men, Seraphim,

Come, all come to honor Him.

 

 See how goodly is the night

Fired by chalcedonic light.

Let the birds and beasts assemble,

Feel, the Earth is all atremble.

 

Bring the Mechlin for His gown

And the jasper for His crown,

Bring delight,

Bring tame and wild,

Come, oh come, and see the Child.

 

 

 

Backstage at the Nativity Play

 

Christmas is...

Christmas is …

Christmas is a feeling

that you get within your heart,

you can go out looking

you can take the world apart -

you won’t find it under mistletoe,

you won’t see it In a candle’s glow,

snow is very pretty,

if you happen to have snow,

but oh, you know,

that’s not Christmas.

Presents gaily wrapped

beneath a tinseled tree,

carols sweetly sung

bells chiming cheerily,

 shoppers busy rushing here and there,

merry greetings that just fill the air,

Christmas trees a-glowing

lit up everywhere,

but oh, you know,

that’s not Christmas.

Christmas is the smiling face

that greets you in the rain,

Christmas is the loving deed

without a thought of gain,

Christmas is the sharing

that we do with one another,

Christmas is the caring

for each man, just like a brother,

Christmas is the love we give

the whole year through,

And I wish you

Merry Christmas!

Toward Bethlehem

TOWARD BETHLEHEM

 

Nativity Scene

Merry Christmas!

The Twelve Nays of Christmas

The Twelve Nays of Christmas

  by me,

  Mary :)

 

 

I got some presents from my Love
That I'd like to return,
Some have given me headaches,
And some gave me heartburn:

The Partridge won't fit in the fridge,
I've tried, but it's too plucky,
The Turtle Doves just bill and coo
'Til I'm almost upchucky,

The three French Hens, zay parley vooz,
But I can't compre-hen them,
The Colly Birds are so coo coo,
I think someone should pen them,

The Five Gold Rings have all turned green,
The Six Geese keep on laying,
The Seven Swans have turned ugly,
The Eight Maids all keep straying —

(And they partied the whole night),
The Nine Drummers keep banging,
The Pipers give me such pipe dreams,
'Cause all their pipes keep clanging,

The 'Leven Ladies, like the Maids
Are very hard to keep
Track of. And the Dozen Lords
Keep leaping in my sleep,

So, I'm returning all of them,
Don't tell my True Love, he's
Quite sensitive (and pssst ... besides,
He thinks I'm ... hard to ... please.)

About the author: In spite of what (millions of) others say,

 I still insist I'm a poet.

Act of Memory

 This is a true Christmas story~

written, illustrated and narrated by Mary,

and put together in video form by Nat.