Today’s Scripture.- John 1: 1-In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through Him all things were made that were ; without Him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In Him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. 6 There was a man sent from God whose name was John. 7 He came as a witness to testify concerning that light, so that through him all might believe.8 He himself was not the light; he came only as a witness to the light. 9The true light that gives light to everyone was  coming into the world.10, He was in the world, and though the world, and though the world was made through Him, the world did not recognize Him. 11 He came to that witch was His own, but His own did not receive Him. 12 Yet to all  who did receive Him, those who believed in His name,He gave them the right to become children of God–13 children born not of natural descent, nor by human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God. 14 The Word became flesh, and made it’s dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.

Hark! the herald eagles sing. “Glory to the newborn King” Shepherds leave their sheep and rush to see the wonderful site.

Remember joyful Christmas’ Pasts when we were just kids:

Christmas with my grandma was a special time for me;

Started with her choosing the perfect Christmas tree.

It had to look proud and straight when placed into it’s stand;

Beneath it was her Christmas scene to make it look just grand.

A clean white sheet around the base was the foundation for the scene;

Clinkers from the coal furnace formed the mountain, a part of the dream.

Mountain sheep found their places and cotton formed the snow.

A mirror tucked in the snow formed the ice where little skaters go.

People and animals were placed in the village and around the little red barn;

This little lad would be on my knees daydreaming, taking in all of it’s charm.

Tree lights were carefully placed; not  a spot on the tree would be bare;

A chest of ornaments precisely placed, showing her patience and care.

The job wasn’t done  till we all left the room, and a pickle was hid in the tree;

Who will be the first one to find it? That person  was never me. (c)

When Grandma told stories of long ago;

I wish I had been there to watch her grow.

To walk with her in those days long past;

Sitting in a  meadow would be a blast.

Watching the clouds so high in the sky;

Just loosing track as the hours whisk by .

To watch the flowing, rippling stream;

Living out home was my fondest dream. (c)


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