CHRISTMAS TIME

Grandmama,

Although you are not going to be here today,  I made you collards. Your poem is proudly displayed on our mantle, you know, the one you wrote for us a few Christmases ago about a “little” dog, named Hannah. As we open our gifts this morning, our thoughts will be with you, and the many years we were lucky enough to have you in our lives. We will be remembering your sweet, smiling face and your words of encouragement.

Even though you didn’t make it to Christmas this year, you did get to remind us all of Christmas and make us all laugh when you joked about being “Rudolph the Red Eared Reindeer” while you were in the intensive care, and they had taped a glowing red oxygen monitor to your ear.

Some of us are not doing so good today, Grandma. I think Ryan and his girl need to be gently reminded again, of the advice you gave them the last time you saw them, “to just be good to each other”. If you have any pull in these things now, we could use a little help on this one.

I hope you are enjoying a big bowl of collards with Mama and Papa Green, all your brothers and my Uncle Billy. Please thank them all for me, for taking care of you until we can be together again. Loving you, every day, your grand daughter,

Ginger

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CHRISTMAS TIME

Christmas music is in the air
With songs and praise every where.
It fills our hearts with love and joy
For Mary’s child – a baby boy.

This child was born many years ago.
His name is Jesus and we know
The Story of His humble birth
And mission here on the earth.

Trees are blinking with tiny lights
And dusted with a bit of white.
Gifts wrapped up with fancy bows
What’s in the package? Nobody knows.

By Christmas morn the secret is out.
Just what I wanted is the shout
And happy faces show girls and boys
All excited about their toys.

Its really a magic time of year
A time of compassion, love and cheer.
A time for remembering the Holy One
Jesus Christ – God’s beloved Son.

Gladys Parker
Nov. 2002

WHAT CHRISTMAS MEANS

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When I think of Christmas
And what it means to me
It’s not the shimmering tinsel
Or presents on the tree.

I think about an infant child
Born in Bethlehem
Wise men came with gifts
A bright star guiding them.

They found the child with Mary
And adored and worshiped Him.
Their gifts were by the manger
For Jesus the newborn King.

Today will be a yesterday
Like all the days before
But living in a world of war
I think of days of yore.

Loved ones will be missing
As we gather on Christmas Day.
Our thoughts will be with them
For them a prayer we’ll say.

Thank you Lord for Christmas
For the present that you gave.
For Jesus who gives us hope
Beyond the lonely grave.

Gladys Parker
November 2001

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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This picture was taken at the majestic Biltmore House in Asheville, NC. The poem was written  by my beloved grandmother, Gladys Parker, Nov. 2000

The awe of Christmas time
Touches hearts and souls
Bringing happiness to little ones
And peace to the old.

There’s a scent of Christmas pines
Hanging in the air.
The time of love and giving
Is felt most everywhere.

And when we think about
The reason this is true,
We bow our heads and say,
Dear God, this comes from you.

For long ago in humbleness
Wise men and shepherds came
Worshiping the newborn child –
Jesus is His name!

Say each “Merry Christmas”
With thoughts of this King.
Rejoice in His love
And His praises sing.