That Christmas Peace

Christmas time and Christmas cheer,

I wish could last throughout the year?

Bells that chime I love to hear,

so many things that I hold dear,

seem fleeting as the days pass by.

That greeting from the hosts on high,

as heavenly angels fill the sky

came to a world gone so awry.

Suddenly a trumpet blast,

a glorious light with downward cast,

a message from the angels massed,

proclaiming peace is here at last.

It must not simply slip away

nor quickly cease at break of day.

Wow easily we all can stray,

for lasting peace we all must pray.

Before it’s quickly torn apart,

we must give peace a running start,

If peace is something I impart.

it must be kept within my heart.

Things which cause my peace to stall,

worldly cares and matters small,

that ever growing stubborn wall,

opposing God’s good will to all.

Now let me pause, my faith increase,

the inner turmoil now to cease.

That which would bind I now release

to a mighty God our Prince of Peace.

A Family Christmas

T’was a day over Christmas and all through the air

the cooking proceeded with such savoir-faire.

The table was set and the oysters were fried.

Our generous host took the whole thing in stride.

With a sharp watchful eye as food paraded out

I knew in a moment there was nothing to doubt.

Refreshing my oysters as not to be rude

We opened up gifts as I savored the food.

The man of the house showed his usual charm

Ate a little too much but what is the harm?

What more can I say the man is a chef.

The sharing of food nearly needed a ref.

The kids were enjoying this family affair,

and all was well as I settled in my chair.

When suddenly there rose a gastronomical alert,

thank goodness I’d made some room for dessert.

 The day moved along at a near record pace,

a time filled with joy and remarkable grace.

We had such a day full of love and good cheer.

Just hope we can do this whole thing the next year.

Now before I forget please allow me to say.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good day.

My Christmas Menu

Christmas is coming

and I am getting fat.

Please don’t make cookies

or anything like that.

 

Just Smithfield ham

maybe on a biscuit

and a few oysters

served on a triscuit.

 

It’s all about family

and I am so lucky.

Please don’t overdo it

I ‘m really not that fussy.