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 I Remember Christmas... December 10, 2006 6:30 PM

I remember Christmas as a young girl
When all I ever wanted
Was the dollie in the run down store
Next to Macey’s window glamour.
She had mated hair,
Only one eye and a  torn dress.
Mama had consumption
And Poppa died back in the war.
I never got that dollie
Tho’ Mama said she’d try
But I passed away on Christmas Eve
And became a preacher man.
 
I remember Christmas as  a padre,
Bible tucked under my arm;
A tiny wooden cross hung around my neck
And a phial of holy tincture
Under my smock.
I prayed with the living
I prayed for the dying
As the bullets and bombs
Raged all  around. All
I ever wanted was peace on Christmas Day
But I passed away on Christmas Eve
And became a miner’s mule.
 
I remember Christmas, I was working,
My job was to pull the coal trucks
Three hundred feet underground.
That’s when I first met my father
Who tended and fed us.
With lungs full of dust
And eyes blanketed in black,
I plodded on, down the tunnels
And back again,
Hauling black gold to warm the world.
All I ever wanted for Christmas
Was to breathe real air
In some flowered pasture above
But I passed away on Christmas Eve
And became a starving desert child.

I remember Christmas as my family and I
Prayed for rain
To raise our crops, that we
Might eat to ease our
Distended tums. And I prayed
For my brothers and sisters
Of the Earth. That the world
Never have to suffer as I have,
As I did. I would wish more at Christmas
Because they told me
That was when dreams came true
But I passed away on Christmas Eve
And became a swaddled babe.
I remember Christmas as a babe
In swaddling, men travelled
From afar and brought gifts to bestow
Upon me, to a lowly stable below a bright star,
Where animals lay before me
And angels sang in harmony
And the world rejoiced in my name,
And on Christmas Eve?

That’s when
I am that young girl.
I am that padre.
I am that mule.
I am that desert child.
I am that babe.
I am one and I am all,
Not just for Christmas,
But everyday….
 
 
© tcmoon 2006-12-11

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Happy Holydays December 23, 2006 11:51 PM

For these Holydays... In Truth... I Wish For You...

That You Live the Experience Of the Blossoming of Your Heart
That You listens to it... And that You have... The Wisdom of Accepting,
Embracing and Followin it...

Because in spite of the Appearances it takes US Back Home...

That Your Lives... Be filled... with...
Acceptance... Joy and Enthusiasm

And of All the Surprises that the Life Gives... everyday...

Hugs and Blessings

Javier Cervera and Family  [ send green star]  [ accepted]
 
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