Christmas

— By Jaye Lewis Christmas is for children.  Children of all ages.  Everyone who is a child at heart.  So let us not forget the child who started it all.  A little boy, moments old, filled the world with hope and love.  I cannot tell the story better than the …

— By Kathy Anne Pippig (Harris) I live in a shelter, alone in a cageWith food, and a towel on which to sleepI’m small, with spiky fur, and of kitten ageFolks come here looking for a friend to keepSome days others and myself are taken to a homeA place where …

A True Story by Jaye Lewis – used with permission We prowled through the second hand bookstore, the day after Christmas, just my husband, Louie, our daughters, Jenny and Helen, and me. This was a precious time for us, because we would be splitting up as a family, again, in …

It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly two thousand years since the birth of His Son and turning to His youngest angel, the Lord said: “Go down to the earth and bring back to me the one thing …

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Matthew 1:18 - 2:23 NIV
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Well worth the read... Merry Christmas! I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,ÔÇ¿ no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down,ÔÇ¿ no children in flannels were tucked into bed,ÔÇ¿ they all wore shorty pajamas instead. To find wreaths of holly, 'twas not very hard,ÔÇ¿ for holly trees grew in every back yard.ÔÇ¿ In front of the houses, Dads and Moms wereÔÇ¿ adorning the bushes and coconut palms. The sleeping kiddies were dreaming in glee, ÔÇ¿hoping to find water skis under the tree. ÔÇ¿They all knew that Santa was well on his way,ÔÇ¿ in a Mercedes-Benz, instead of a sleigh. And soon he arrived and started to work, ÔÇ¿he hadn't a second to linger or shirk. ÔÇ¿He whizzed up the highways and zoomed up the road,ÔÇ¿ in a S-L 300, delivering his loads. The tropical moon gave the city a glow,

-- By David G. Stratman From his book "We Can Change the World" ÔÇ¿It was December 25, 1914, only 5 months into World War I. German, British, and French soldiers, already sick and tired of the senseless killing, disobeyed their superiors and fraternized with "the enemy" along two-thirds of the Western Front (a crime punishable by death in times of war). German troops held Christmas trees up out of the trenches with signs, "Merry Christmas."

-- Author Unknown As the holidays approach, giant Asian factories kick into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor. This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is! It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper? Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber?