Name: Linda
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
A Christmas Poem
I have written a little poem about our "different" Christmas this year. We are still waiting to see whether the sale of our home is going to go through, but in the meantime we continue to get ready to move. We're praying hard for all of this to go ahead. We are resting in Him.
This first part of this little poem was "born" in the wee hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep. I finished it up today.
CHRISTMAS
It doesn't look like Christmas around our house this year.
You see, we've got a buyer, and we're moving out of here.
Instead of lights and tinsel and a wreath on our front door
There are piles of cardboard boxes covering the floor.
The Christmas tree is packed away; the rooms look rather bare.
There are no Christmas cookies - the ones we've baked each year.
The tins and bowls are packed away - the oven scrubbed and clean.
No lingering scent of cinnamon to enhance the Christmas scene.
In spite of all that's missing around our house this year,
We sense with joy and wonder that Christmas is still here.
It's come without the trappings we've been used to from the start.
It's come because He's living deep within our hearts.
Blessings,
Linda
This first part of this little poem was "born" in the wee hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep. I finished it up today.
CHRISTMAS
It doesn't look like Christmas around our house this year.
You see, we've got a buyer, and we're moving out of here.
Instead of lights and tinsel and a wreath on our front door
There are piles of cardboard boxes covering the floor.
The Christmas tree is packed away; the rooms look rather bare.
There are no Christmas cookies - the ones we've baked each year.
The tins and bowls are packed away - the oven scrubbed and clean.
No lingering scent of cinnamon to enhance the Christmas scene.
In spite of all that's missing around our house this year,
We sense with joy and wonder that Christmas is still here.
It's come without the trappings we've been used to from the start.
It's come because He's living deep within our hearts.
Blessings,
Linda
14 Comments:
What a great poem, Linda!
Just try to stay positive about this move. I just know that God has great plans for you and your family in this move, and He has from the very beginning of this journey to sell your house and move to another property.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, Linda!
Diane
Linda, that's a fine poem. I'm glad you're still feeling Christmas in your heart.
What a beautiful poem!
I love this! It would be good if all of us spent a year with the trappings and found Christmas in our hearts. Thank you and have a wonderful Christmas, with or without cookies, trees, etc. I know you will, and will trust that all will even out after Christmas!
We're in the middle of a huge blizzard - biggest one in four years. The university actually closed today, and is staying closed tomorrow. I have so much I was going to get done tomorrow! Oh, well.
That is a great poem, Linda! You are exactly right.
You did a marvelous job writing this poem. I love it! You have found joy in the midst of a move. That's great!
Oh Linda that is a beautiful poem! Christmas really is in the heart and the spirit!
Not sure if I've been here before...visiting from BigBlueberryEyes...
But I loved this poem...so good that the real meaning of Christmas cannot be hidden from your hearts!
That is so wonderful. You know, we have the trimmings up but it doesn't feel like Christmass because right now our focus is on all kinds of not so christmasy stuff. Yet, at the same time, His spirit is still in us, helping us deal with everything. This is about the strangest Christmas we have ever had. :)
I so wish I had had your address--I sent off about a ton of Christmas cookies and candy to various friends and fellow bloggers, I would have sent you all a huge box if my brain had been on right.
Merry Christmas Linda!!!!! Heres to a great New Year of fun and adventure.
Great job... you are so creative! Merry Christmas.
This is a great poem. Funny isn't it how we can sometimes do our best thinking in the middle of the night. I am still standing with you in faith on the sale of your place.
Beautiful poem, Linda. I know it seems a little sad to be in the midst of a move when it feels like you should be surrounded by Christmas. But you're right. Christmas really lives in your heart, not in your surroundings.
Merry Christmas to you and your loved ones. Next year it will be different!
Linda, thanks so much for sharing such a lovely sentimental and from the heart poem...the true meaning of Christmas is within all of us and no matter where we are or what our circumstance, Christmas will come with all it's splendor. As we celebrate the on the most Holy of nights, the birth of Jesus.
Have a Merry and Blessed Christmas my friend! My prayers are with you both for a successful sale! :)
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