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Brian D. Bray
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« on: December 03, 2008, 02:16:30 PM »

Tis the Season again so I thought I'd share my greetings from last Year again.

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Thought I would share a Christmas Greeting.  If you opt to use the poem or pass it on please note it is copyrighted so proper credit is required.  You'll get a hint at what kinds of things I write about from it.  It's my Favorite poem next to T'was The Night Before Christmas and I believe a nice postscript to it.

      CHRISTMAS MORNING
Copyrighted by Brian D. Bray, 1984

The world outside is bundled in a coat of snow,
And the tree is so pretty with its lights aglow.
The stockings hanging from the mantle peice
are filled with fruits, nuts, and licorice.
Candy canes hang in the bow of the tree,
With presents below for the entire family;
While an empty glass and an empty plate
Are proof that Santa had kept his date.
Woolly young heads, asleep during the night,
Are wide awake at morning's first light.
Children rush down stairs in slippered feet,
With joy and laughter, Christmas day greet.
Wake up Momma, wake up Dad!
Santa's been here aren't you Glad?

Goodness! Gracious! Come and see
What Santa left beneath the Christmas Tree.
Handing out presents is a task for Mom;
One each for Dad, Bobby, Rose, and Tom.
Beneath the Christmas Tree, on its wooden stand,
Presents are opened hurriedly, with an eager hand;
Each new surprise is greeted with sounds of delight
As it is exposed to the receiver's first sight.
A Train for Bobby, a Teddy for Tom, and a doll for Rose,
But all Dad got was more new clothes.
Momma gives Dad a smile sweet and coy,
As sight of her present fills her heart with joy.

Discarded wrapping strewn about the floor
Makes Christmas cleanup a once a year chore.
As children play with toys, new and bright,
Full of excitement that keeps them up half the night,
Mom and Dad watch with a knowing smile;
For they know that in the future, without denial,
When toys and tinsel are a thing of the past,
It's Christmas memories that really last. 

For those wishing a more religious conotation there's this one.

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Came a Knocking
Copyrighted by Brian D. Bray 2006
           
Upon a door in Bethlehem came a knocking,
Knocking, knocking, once there came a knocking.
Each door was opened, then closed again,
Each answer came, "There's no room, herein."
Every house and Traveler's Inn t'was tried in turn.
Sadly, from door to street he again returned.
Upon a door in Bethlehem came a knocking;
Knocking, knocking, once there came a knocking.
From a humble door near the edge of town,
An offer of a lowly bed t'was laid down,
Neither upon a soft bed nor upon the floor
But amid the hay just withn a stable's door.
Above the town of Bethlehem a star t'was shining,
Shining, shining, brightly a star t'was shining.
From clouds above, Angels of our Lord looked down,
At humble Shepherds spread about upon the ground.
To all mankind, rejoice, their songs proclaimed,
As throughout the night heavenly hosts remained.
Above the town of Bethlehem a star was shining,
Shining, shining, brightly a star t'was shining.
The Son of God has been born this eve, we sing,
In the City of David, who was once your King,
The Prince of Peace lies amid strands of manger hay
Born to shepherd the master's sheep upon their way.
Above the town of Bethlehem a star was shining,
Shining, shining, brightly a star t'was shining.
A sage, a magi, and scholar so scriptures teach
Came from far across the desert's sandy reach,
Three wise men were guided by a Heavenly glow,
Drawn to kneel in straw before their savior below.
Upon a door in Jerusalem came a knocking;
Knocking, knocking, still there came a knocking.
The Princes future had been pre-ordained
As a sinless man he was to be cruelly slain
Nailed to a cross as God's innocent sacrifice,
For our atonement His blood must suffice.
Upon a door somewhere loudly comes a knocking;
Knocking, knocking, still there comes a knocking.
Preaching the words of God are a thousand score;
Going forth, two by two, and from door to door.
The Priests who seek the humble in every land,
The mighty tome held firmly within their hand,
Until, at your very door, there comes a knocking;
Knocking, knocking, now there comes a knocking.

Brian

A Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
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« Reply #1 on: December 03, 2008, 06:06:34 PM »

you have a talent!  i don't remember the 1st from last year.  must have missed it.  ever get your stuff published?  i remember you talking about it.
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« Reply #2 on: December 03, 2008, 10:02:59 PM »

Oh Brian, what more can I say?  Well, maybe a little.  You know that you have many talents, writing is one of these special skills.  You just keep on with those beautiful thoughts that flow through your body through to the tips of your fingertips, they are all so beautiful.  Have the most wonderful, awesome life, day, and that great health to go along with it all.  Cindi
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service
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« Reply #3 on: December 03, 2008, 10:52:56 PM »

Yeah, I have 2 published, actually 3 as Christmas Morning was published in the local newspaper about 12-15 years ago.

The published ones are called Flight and Pain has a Name 
Flight is about what it might be like to actually experience flight and Pain has a Name is about how I feel every day.  The Name of Pain is Fibromyalgia, it's twin is a migraine.  When you have both, as I often do, it hurts so bad I can't even get out of bed.

Each was published in a anthology collection of poetry.
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