They Won't Be Home For Christmas
- by Del "Abe" Jones
Another year, American Heroes
Are fighting in a foreign land
But hopefully, with an end in sight
To this part of life they hadn't planned.
They do their duty without question
And they all stand proud and tall
They are placed there in harm's way
As they answer, our Country's call.
They'll get by the best they can
And improvise ingenious ways
To find a way to celebrate
The meaning of the Holidays.
Peace on Earth, good will towards men
Is really, kinda hard to do
When all around, there are folks
Whose only wish, is to kill you.
There are far too many families
Who will never again know the joy
That the Christmastime can bring
And cruel, wartime can destroy.
The lucky will return back home
But lives will never be the same
Forever changed in heart and mind
By humankind's unholy game.
They won't be home for Christmas
And sadly, some will never be
But all of them will share one thing
That's the war Hero's legacy.
So as you gather 'round the tree
With your loved ones by your side
Think about those, ?over there?
While you enjoy, your Yuletide.
CHRISTMAS SENSES
- by Del "Abe" Jones
Christmas trees with twinkling lights
Sparkling tinsel spread around
Ornaments and decorations
On the green boughs, hanging down.
A wreath of holy on the outside
Mistletoe above the door
Sounds of those Christmas carols
Telling tales of Christmas lore.
Presents wrapped in shiny paper
Tied with pretty ribbons' bows
The wonder in wee ones' eyes
As their anticipation grows.
The chill crispness of the air
Falling crystals of white snow
The family gathered' round the hearth
Warmed by the crackling glow.
Eggnog topped with nutmeg
The pies, candies and cakes
The aroma from the kitchen
Of the oven as it bakes.
A birthday celebration
For that someone up above
Thought and wishes 'round the earth
For a world of peace and love.
It's too bad it can't be Christmas
With all it's hope and cheer
It's too bad life can't be lived
Like this day, all through the year.
CHRISTMAS EVE
- by Del "Abe" Jones
This time of year the church bells ring
And carolers on corners, sing
Of gifts of love and peace and cheer
And a happy, prosperous New Year.
This time of year the children's glee
At sitting there on Santa's knee
And telling him, (when they believe)
What he should bring on Christmas Eve.
DEAR SANTA
- by Del "Abe" Jones
Dear Santa, I'm older
But, still believe in you
(At least, I believe in
The things you try, to do).
Maybe, I can't ask for
A Tonka, or, a train.
(But, if you'd bring one of them
You know, I won't complain).
But, what I really wish for
Is a special present
Love that can't be "returned"
Once it has been sent.
Everybody needs a little
And some, need a lot
But, if you get a tiny bit
You still know what you got.
So Santa, drop a little
Under each Christmas tree
Then, all will get a present
From what it's 'posed to be.
And if there is no tree
For the alone, and poor
When you get, to their place
Just, drop, a little more.
SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS
- by Del "Abe" Jones
There's music of the holidays
Playing on the radio -
There's Christmas decorations
Almost everywhere you go.
The Salvation Army bells
Ring out for the poor -
The "Ho,ho." of Santa Claus
In the department stores.
Carolers sing Christmas songs -
Going, house to house -
Tales about, where no one stirs
Not even, a mouse.
Hoofbeats in fresh fallen snow
Pulling, an open sleigh -
Children asking Mom and Dad
"Is Santa on his way?"
Cracklin' from the fireplace -
Roasting chestnuts 'neath the coals -
The soft murmur of prayers
Said, for the lost souls.
Friends and family gather
To toast, Christmas cheer -
There's sounds of angels singing
(If, you really want to hear.
The sounds of Christmas, fill the air
As we celebrate His birth -
Wishing joy, to all mankind
And peace to all on earth.
ALL OF GODS' CREATURES
- by Del "Abe" Jones
It's the morning of Christmas
And all through my house
Not a creature was stirring
'Cept that pesky mouse.
I can hear him scurrying
Up over my bed
And if I'd caught him
He'd wish he'd hid, instead.
But, since it's Christmas
I put out some cheese
And I'll let him eat
All that he please.
Guess the seasons mood
Has made me go soft
Even towards that mouse
Up there in the loft.
He's one of Gods' creatures
And I'm not one to say
That he's not a place
In the Earthly way.
There's lots of things
We don't understand
Why He put them here
Or fit in His plan.
Ours is not to question
Wondering, "Why?"
About all those things
That walk, crawl, swim, and fly.
We've already forced
Some to be extinct
And if we keep on
We'll be, on that brink.
So here's to Gods' creatures
The great, and small
For I know, without them
The world ends, that's all!
CHRISTMAS
- by Del "Abe" Jones
Merry Christmas to all
And Happy New Year, too
As we all say, farewell
To this year almost, through.
I wish you good health
Happiness and cheer
And all the best things
In, the new, coming year.
I wish peace for the world
And true freedom for all
For the Devil and hate
A final, downfall..
I hope those filled with greed
Will find they have enough
That love and friendship
Will replace all that "stuff".
I hope the homeless and hungry
Find relief from their plight
(And we know they would
if, we'd all do what's right).
I wish a life for the Children
That, will be worth living
Each with loving parents
Who know, the art of giving.
Colorblind would be fine
And respect for our Brother
An end to those Religions
That believe, there is no other.
I wish Mankind united
In one common cause
To root out all evil
To, make it, what was.
I hope all who have passed
Find peace, in their New World
And that the Stars & Stripes
Will fly proudly, unfurled.
I hope we'll care for our Earth
Quit polluting this place
Before it's too late
For the Human Race.
So Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night
And during this Season
Let's vow, to do right.
CHRISTMAS SPREE
- by Del "Abe" Jones
The World is in turmoil
There's War everywhere
People starving and homeless
And not enough seem to care.
It's not their kid who's dying
In some place across the sea
Or who is mere skin and bones
With no one to hear their plea.
Some people are too busy
Out spending their money
To try and to outdo others
If not sad, it would be funny.
Some began it months ago
Swiping that plastic, credit card
There's some will never pay it off
And for most, it will be hard.
Then there are those people
Who want, "politically correct"
Who want, "Happy Holidays"
(What else would you expect?)
They can't leave well enough alone
The way it's always been for years
They say it might offend someone
And there's some other stupid fears.
Peace and Goodwill are evasive
And they will most likely never be
As long as the rich get richer
From War and the Christmas spending spree.