The Littlest Angels

I attended two Christmas programs recently and enjoyed both.  They featured my grandchildren in roles related to the Christmas story.  There was singing and drama and the kids performed with polish and enthusiasm.  At my grandson's school an offering was taken and my grandson shows great potential in this important job.

My granddaughter was in the angel choir and in this picture performs "He's got the whole world in His hands".  She has her arms up and encircling her head to signify the whole world.

In this scene, the angels sing and perform the segment of "Away in a Manger" which says,"...the little Lord Jesus laid down his sweet head...."  My angel is in the middle with her hands forming a pillow.

Accumulating wealth won’t satisfy.

They are not ours these things we seek to gain.

But all are gifts delivered from on high.

And apt to leave us quickly as they came.

So we should love more,

pray more, share more

with our neighbors

as we’re blessed.

Thanking God for all that he has given.

Food and shelter as he sees we need it.

Teaching us the meaning of contentment.

Accumulating wealth won’t satisfy.

Dennis Price

Sleigh Bells Ring....

When I was young and all was fresh and new,

and Christmas trees were tall and covered up

with fancy balls and bubbling lights that shone

through glittering tinsel hung upon each bough,

I could not seem to tear myself away.

Colored wrappers topped with shiny bows

could hold me in their hypnotizing trance.

I could not sleep at all the night before

so tossed and turned until the morning broke.

With energy I’d never have again,

I peeped around the corner just to see

if Santa had put toys beneath our tree.

Then as I grew, my childhood feelings changed.

Replaced by facts, as notions were debunked.

But I still searched for presents just to see

if Santa had left one or two for me.

The years flew by and I was Santa Claus.

My kids were now where I could only dream.

And once again I shared with them the awe.

But, in that joy, was weariness it seemed.

Brought on by months of gaudy ads and things.

I sat amid the rubble of our fete

and thought on why we give the gifts we do.

And as I did a peace came over me,

Jesus was the reason for our mirth.

Born in the little town of Bethlehem

God’s gift to undeserving men on earth.

Dennis Price

Our Heritage

The melting pot

has wrought us all

in skin,

chin,

eyes, and hair.

And, kin we are.

We can’t deny

the ancient pull.

We can’t decry

when pipes are played

and mournful tunes

are sung.

Dennis Price