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This blogs displays poetry written by deartra d. Boone. There are a variety of poems listed on this site.
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A Wealthy Place | PV 31 Ministries

1.18.2007

What Christmas Is All About

Santa slides down the chimney with grace, hoping the children he does not wake.
Placing the neatly wrapped toys under the tree, while his smile is filled with glee.
I ask you now, is this the scene that depicts the Christmas dream?

On the television screen a football game can be seen, and in the living room a Christmas tree stands tall and green.
Mom is in the kitchen with Aunt Sally and Miss Susie Mae, cooking the special dinner of the day.
Everyone has been fed and all the Christmas cards have been read.
You open your presents and to your dismay all you have gotten so far is socks, shirts, and lingerie.
As the day progresses on and everyone begins to leave, you feel happy and quite relieved that the day went well and you even got a present from stingy old cousin Gayle.
I ask you now, is this the scene that depicts the Christmas dream?

In the hospital, a mother smiles.
For the birth of a wonderful child.
The father sighs with relief.
The children stand in awed belief.
The doctor said, "It's a girl." "It's a boy."
Grandma came and brought a toy.
The family sent cards and many things.
Oh, what joy a baby brings.
I ask you now, is this the scene that depicts the Christmas dream?

In a dark alley a lonely man sits, he needs help, but that no stranger will admit.
He has but one thought and that is what has this Christmas brought.
This Christmas has brought nothing but sadness and hardship and many unmentionable slips.
For his wife just died, his house burned down, and now he has no use for pride.
What has life to offer this man, but an empty plate and a bowl of sand.
I ask you now, is this the scene that depicts the Christmas dream?

In a dark room She sits, and wonders why on this holiday does she cry.
Mom and Dad just called the marriage to an end, because of Dad's new found friend.
She must decide with who she wants to reside. All She wants really wants to do is hide.
There is no Aunt Sally and no Miss Susie Mae. There is no special dinner of the day.
Everything is not going well and there is no stingy old cousin Gayle.
I ask you now, is this the scene that depicts the Christmas dream?

Now, I take you back to that cold December day, when the sky was clear, but the feeling was not so gay.
For King Herrod had declared that all men had to return to their homeland to be taxed.
In the town of Nazareth, Joseph gathered his wife and placed her on a donkey's back.
She was great with Child and the journey was long, but this Child was special and with Him no one could go wrong.
As they entered the city of Bethlehem that hard task of finding a room begins, but there was no room in any of the inns,
So into a stable they had to stay and once again God had made a way.
Jesus was born on that day and in a bed of hay He did lay.
The angles sang and bells rang and told of the special news, the East star likewise did the shepherds amuse,
For it told of the special birth that had just occurred on the planet Earth.
The wise men came with gold, frankincense, and myrrh, as Jesus laid with the herd.
I ask you now, is this the scene that depicts the Christmas dream?

Labels: 2002, Christmas

posted by Me @ 3:05 PM

Christmas Time One Mo Gine

It's Christmas time one mo' gine...
Let's celebrate Jesus, tell a friend.
Come and go with me to a modest house on a street called Calico.
Little kids running outside and Uncle Ufrain answers the door.

The smell of collard greens and candied yams.
Boiling chitlings and baking ham.
Loud mouth men sitting in front of the T. V.
Papa Joe talking 'bout "Come over here and hug me."

Reluctantly I go,
So he won't call my name no more.
I sit down next to Aunt Dorothy Jean,
To catch a glimpse of the T. V. screen.

"Somebody tell cutin' Kwame to get his big afro up out the way!"
There they go talking about them good old days.
I think I'll go and check up on Aunt Kay.
She's sitting in the "good" living room breaking it down.

If you seek knowledge, she's where it can be found.
She's telling us how we need to stick together.
She's telling us how we can make the world better.
And the knowledge goes on and on.
Who's Big Bertha talking to on the phone?

I step to the kitchen to peep the delightful scene.
There's Mrs. Jones, Aunt Bonnie, Sis. Faye, and Grandma Seriene.
And ya know I can't forget about Aunt Mattie Pace,
Singing that song about God's "Amazing Grace."

We hug and they say come sit down.
Then they ask why do I where a frown.
"There's nothing to do, no one my age.
Just a bunch of kids and old age."

"Child sit your little skinny self down right here.
I got a little secret to tell you my dear."
"In this room sits knowledge and wisdom beyond belief.
Gone on over there and bring me that plate of beef.

You can learn alot from this old age,
About happiness, sadness, grief, and rage.
About poverty, wealth, security, and fame.
About the past, the future, and things to change.

If you take the time to listen as we speak.
You can find the knowledge you seek."
I look away for a minute and smile real big,
"Give Grandma a hug and go get them kids."

I grab a roll and run through the house.
Oh Lord, I think I just saw a mouse.
Then I turn a corner and run outside.
Here comes Michelle and Donnie from their bike ride.

In the house, we sit at the table.
There's a big old smile from Aunt Mable.
A pray from Uncle Rev. Deacon Brother Pastor Paul James Jones sets the dinner off.
"Someone pass the turkey, the dressing, and the green beans.
Tell Little Jerry to watch that cough."

Everyone fills their plates with good food cooked with love and care.
People and family came home from everywhere.
"Save room for some of Sis. Faye's peach cobbler and Mrs. Jones' pecan pie."
One more bite I may just die.

We retire to the den and Stokley begins to play on the ivories.
I sit next to him and we proceed to sing the melodies...
That make faces smile all around,
And I no longer wear that frown.

The talent show is done,
When the last chorus is sung.
We all say goodbye.
We hug and then we cry.

And the day is over, time to go home.
And for the next Christmas long.

Driving down the highway, I pause to think a bit.
I take the time to ponder and reminisce,
About relatives who have passed and gone away.
Who had the misfortune to miss this special day.
Like Great Granny Sue and Uncle Johnny Ray,
And little cutin' Ronnie who was shot while at play.

I turn on the radio and listen to the soulful sounds of Patti LaBelle.
As the Christmas story she melodically tells.
I can't help but smile because I know they're in a much better place.
Filled with God's love and that "Amazing Grace."
I can't wait until next year, cause it will be Christmas one mo gine.
Time to celebrate Jesus and tell a friend.

Labels: 2002, Christmas, Emotions, Family, Life, Love, Memories