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Jim Garman
12-22-2003, 02:52 AM
Where are you Christmas, where can you be,
I still believe God sent his Son for me?
To save me and the entire world from sin,
and during this season, I'll invite him in.

To dwell deep within my very soul,
to him I will always give control.
While others around me may harden their heart,
and lose the meaning of Christmas from the start.

Where are you Christmas, where did you go,
why has this holiday become commercial though?
Everyone seems to thinks it's about the buck,
they've lost the real reason, they're out of luck.

But some of us know it's the birthday of the Christ-Child,
who came to this world to suffer, so meek and so mild.
I now know where you are at Christmas,
you are right here, within my heart..........

Dandylion
12-22-2003, 03:01 AM
This is a sweet reminder of what christmas is all about...I wish you a happy holiday~Dandy

Jim Garman
12-22-2003, 10:02 AM
Thanks Dandy, hope you have a great holiday season as well....

Territorial Hawk
12-28-2003, 06:31 AM
Jim,

:) :)

Jim Garman
12-28-2003, 07:51 AM
Thanks Hawk

mike poet
12-31-2003, 10:47 AM
My xmas was spent going a thousand miles to pick up an old female freind out of a bad relationship. She was way back in the country in Ala.
Her boyfreind would not help her to leave and she was carless.
Her son and I drove there and I footed the bill for gas and such.
Picked her up to bring her home. Went in with Po Po of course, but fella was not stupid, and I'm sort of agressive but he was actualy a soft fella and cried and all. Though I became nervous when he mentioned his arsonal.
Either way we picked her up brought her home and the family reuinion with her 3 sons was worth the whole trip.
I'm strange I guess. I get real depressed during holidays so I go and do a good deed and I get paid back in memories.
A dark knight on a white steed is what she called me.
Just as always children talked to me. In gas stations and Waffle houses. I think thats why I lived through all that I have and I cannot tell most of my stories here. You all would be shocked by the closeness the pencils have been to my head when sticking them through the bullet holes in whatever I sat in at time.
There is something I have not done yet or someone perhaps a child to save. I just play it by ear and await the end. I wish to check out saving a child. That will pay for all my sins. I do not have a credit card in heaven.