Congratulations Anita! I know you are going to make it. Let's get together and celebrate after the holidays!
Just a short note tonight. I learned that my son will be coming home for Christmas and we'll be spending Christmas eve with him and then he will go up north to be with his sons. I am blessed by having a close relationship with all my children. My grandkids are all wonderful, healthy, smart, and I love them all dearly even if I don't see enough of them.
I want to wish all of you a wonderful Christmas and New Year with your families and hope you are all as Blessed as I am.
Rock On!
Christmas Poem 2008
The Christmas Orange
When I was barely a person, not much more than three
I loved the smell of a fresh Christmas tree.
We would tramp through the snow to find the right one
Then squeal with delight knowing the Yule had begun!
We put up the tree on that bright holy eve
Leaving treats for Dear Santa so he'd know we believed
My most favorite part of the pre -Christmas rite
Was hanging our stockings by the hearth's mellow light.
The tree would be bare when we trudged up to bed
And tried to bring sleep to our excitement filled head
We didn't think we could sleep even a wink
But soon dawn would be here in almost a blink.
We would tumble down stairs and gasp with awed pleasure
As we saw a trimmed tree just brimming with treasure
There were strings of cranberries and gay popcorn balls
Sugar cookies on strings and gaily lit walls.
Our stockings were filled with nuts and sweet treats
And crayons and paper made our joy complete
I'd go through my stocking in awe of each candy
Looking for the gift that I thought was just dandy
Each year in that cold and icy winter night
I'd marvel that Santa could bring such a delight
A most savory fruit, a bright golden sphere
My Christmas Orange was the best gift each year!
I wonder now as I watch my Grandchildren play
With all their fine toys if they could ever be so gay
As to wait with delight on a cold winter morn
TO bite into and orange that Santa has borne
From a far away land, off a tropical tree
TO bring such a wonderful Christmas to me!
By Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2008
I have one more poem I wrote just for my husband that I'd like to share. I know you all will be able to identify with this one.
Your Christmas Gift
Starting in September, I begin to plan and dream
I picture how you'll gasp as I unveil my scheme
The glorious Christmas presents you'll find beneath the tree
Will fill your mind with wonder at the gifts to you from me
I want to fill your stockings with frankincense and myrrh
And gold beyond imagining that make your pulses stir
If I could buy a snowmobile, or a speedy motorboat
How it would impress you and make you want to gloat
But as Christmas Day approaches, reality sets in
And that gifts that I can purchase fill me with chagrin
As I wash and fold the laundry, I notice with a sigh
That your stockings are all full of holes, not that you can't deny
Your underwear is shabby, your t-shirts all a mess
and your jeans are getting worn out, all this you must confess
So when I start my shopping and begin to make my list
I want to buy you diamonds, but these I must resist
But remember this, my Darling, as you don your Christmas socks
What I really want to give you is expensive bonds and stocks.
I picture you out climbing up a mountain white with snow
and must console myself to know that what you're wearing down below,
What keeps you warm and toasty as down the hills you ski
Are all the undergarments you found beneath the tree
I betcha even Santa as he soars on his magic sleigh
Is wearing B.V.D.'s Mrs. Santa packed away
So enjoy each Christmas gift, be it t-shirt, sock or brief
And let each garment hug you like a lovely Christmas wreath!
As you unwrap each present, see a hug, a smile, a kiss
And know your daily comfort is my secret Christmas wish,
Love you forever,
Your devoted wife,
Christmas 1999
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Health Trek Day 52
I am taking a quick breather to pause and reflect in midst of sewing, cleaning and tomorrow cooking for the holidays. I feel like I am beginning to sound like a broken record talking about the true meaning of Christmas, the old traditions and all the preparation we go through. So today I am just going to share a really nice e-mail that I received from my sister in law last week.
The Bell
Just up the road from my home is a field with two horses in it.
From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down,but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing. If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her. As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. When she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and end even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to see...
This story reminded me of an incident that happened to a friend of mine. He is 85 years old and had parked in a handicap parking space so his frail wife could make it into the supermarket more easily. He had placed one of those cardboard handicap signs in the window of his car as all of us who use those do. He had gone back to the car to get his wife's sweater when a lady started yelling at him and accusing him of stealing a handicap space depriving someone who was really handicapped. He was so surprised he found himself speechless as this lady berated him up one side and down the other. He just shook his head and went back to his wife who was waiting in a wheelchair out of the cold, just inside the store. I think many people are too quick to judge just by what they see with their eyes. First of all this man himself is 85 years old, parking in an icy parking lot. Even if he was in the best of health, at his age falling on an icy pavement could be the death of him. Secondly, you can't tell by looking at someone if they may have COPD, severe arthritis, be recovering from surgery, have heart problems or dizzy spells. There are so many reasons why someone might have one of those cardboard handicapped signs, they are too numerous to mention. So for this lady to judge my friend without knowing the circumstances is unconscionable. Sometimes a family member may be driving an elderly person around too. So a good reminder for us all. Don't judge a situation until you have all the facts. There may be things we can not see. So be the bell and help even if it is just by being tolerant of others.
Rock On!
Christmas Poem 2007
Merry Christmas Memories
What magic do we know this day
That abounds year after year.
Is it mistletoe, or lights that glow
or wishes of good cheer?
The price one pays for a shiny toy
or the IPOD beneath the tree
will be but shadows in the mind
just a hazy memory.
Each cozy home creates it's own
Embellishes a tradition
that has passed down from parent to child
for many a generation.
We make our Noel feast unique
by surrounding ourselves with love
inviting friends and family
as we give thanks to the Lord above
The magic that abounds this day
is the memory that we share
as we pass on the Gift Christ gave to us
and spread love everywhere
Don't worry about the money
or if your gift is the perfect size
Just plan some beautiful moments
that forever your heart will prize
Christmas is making memories
That will make your spirit soar
So savor each precious moment
So they will last forevermore.
Merry Christmas and a prosperous, healthy New Year to all!
Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2007
The Bell
Just up the road from my home is a field with two horses in it.
From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing. Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down,but has made a good home for him. This alone is amazing. If nearby and listening, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to her bridle is a small bell. It lets her blind friend know where she is, so he can follow her. As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see how she is always checking on him, and that he will listen for her bell and then slowly walk to where she is, trusting that she will not lead him astray. When she returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, she stops occasionally and looks back, making sure her friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.
Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and end even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to see...
This story reminded me of an incident that happened to a friend of mine. He is 85 years old and had parked in a handicap parking space so his frail wife could make it into the supermarket more easily. He had placed one of those cardboard handicap signs in the window of his car as all of us who use those do. He had gone back to the car to get his wife's sweater when a lady started yelling at him and accusing him of stealing a handicap space depriving someone who was really handicapped. He was so surprised he found himself speechless as this lady berated him up one side and down the other. He just shook his head and went back to his wife who was waiting in a wheelchair out of the cold, just inside the store. I think many people are too quick to judge just by what they see with their eyes. First of all this man himself is 85 years old, parking in an icy parking lot. Even if he was in the best of health, at his age falling on an icy pavement could be the death of him. Secondly, you can't tell by looking at someone if they may have COPD, severe arthritis, be recovering from surgery, have heart problems or dizzy spells. There are so many reasons why someone might have one of those cardboard handicapped signs, they are too numerous to mention. So for this lady to judge my friend without knowing the circumstances is unconscionable. Sometimes a family member may be driving an elderly person around too. So a good reminder for us all. Don't judge a situation until you have all the facts. There may be things we can not see. So be the bell and help even if it is just by being tolerant of others.
Rock On!
Christmas Poem 2007
Merry Christmas Memories
What magic do we know this day
That abounds year after year.
Is it mistletoe, or lights that glow
or wishes of good cheer?
The price one pays for a shiny toy
or the IPOD beneath the tree
will be but shadows in the mind
just a hazy memory.
Each cozy home creates it's own
Embellishes a tradition
that has passed down from parent to child
for many a generation.
We make our Noel feast unique
by surrounding ourselves with love
inviting friends and family
as we give thanks to the Lord above
The magic that abounds this day
is the memory that we share
as we pass on the Gift Christ gave to us
and spread love everywhere
Don't worry about the money
or if your gift is the perfect size
Just plan some beautiful moments
that forever your heart will prize
Christmas is making memories
That will make your spirit soar
So savor each precious moment
So they will last forevermore.
Merry Christmas and a prosperous, healthy New Year to all!
Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2007
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Health Trek Day 49
Only six more days before Christmas. We won't have to worry about a white Christmas this year. The ground is white and Santa's Elves must be scurrying about putting the finishing touches on all the toys to be ready for the big night. It's funny how kids react to Santa. Sometimes I think the whole myth is for the grownups. I have a 3 foot Santa that lights up and his arms move up and down. My grandson is terrified of him. When he hears that a big man in a red suit is going to come to his house on Christmas eve, he goes into a panic. So we told him the alternate story. How we can all be Santas and join in the spirit of giving. I think that is the tradition about Christmas that I like best. The giving part. Not just presents, but giving time to each other and our neighbors. Pausing from the hustle and bustle of life and taking stock of our blessings. Realizing that there are others a lot less fortunate than we are and taking time to help. Have you ever spent Christmas Eve in a soup kitchen, or had a sing-a-long in a nursing home or hospital ward. It is most rewarding and benefits the giver even more than the recipients. So teaching your children to be a Santa is a good thing. If we get caught up in that spirit at Christmas maybe it will flow throughout the year and someday this race of Man can truly find Peace on Earth.
God Bless us Everyone!
Christmas Poem 2004
Christmas Again
People celebrate holiday seasons
In many ways - for many reasons
Some scoff at all the platitudes
Adopting superior attitudes
When I decorate my tree
Each bauble contains a memory
I see each child across the years
Hear all the laughter and all the tears
Christmas brings us all together
Not hindered by distance, time or weather
Our family ties are bound much tighter
Our future each year looking brighter
Maybe miles separate the celebration
We're scattered all across the nation
But still our thoughts are intertwined
We're together in heart and mind
So give me all the platitudes
I'll accept them all with gratitude
For peace on earth, Good will to Men
We'll have a Merry Time again!
Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2004
God Bless us Everyone!
Christmas Poem 2004
Christmas Again
People celebrate holiday seasons
In many ways - for many reasons
Some scoff at all the platitudes
Adopting superior attitudes
When I decorate my tree
Each bauble contains a memory
I see each child across the years
Hear all the laughter and all the tears
Christmas brings us all together
Not hindered by distance, time or weather
Our family ties are bound much tighter
Our future each year looking brighter
Maybe miles separate the celebration
We're scattered all across the nation
But still our thoughts are intertwined
We're together in heart and mind
So give me all the platitudes
I'll accept them all with gratitude
For peace on earth, Good will to Men
We'll have a Merry Time again!
Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2004
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Health Trek Day 47
December 18th: My mother turns 89. Really makes you realize how time flies. I still remember my childhood so vividly and the woman that seemed like such a giant to me. But seeing her now gives me hope. Although her body is aging and she is getting frail, she still makes wine, knits and crochets, paints and is the Matriarch. I will be her age in 26 years, which is time to see my grandkids grow up and time to write a few books, time to cherish all the Blessings that have been bestowed upon me. So I pray I will have the time she has had and use it wisely. And that I have 25 or 30 more Christmases to enjoy and savor. Time to make more memories that maybe my children and grandchildren will pass on.
One important lesson I learned from my Mom is that Christmas is not about the money and presents, it is about family and making the day special for children. I learned from her that home made gifts were the ones to be cherished as they are made from the heart. I thank her for that now, even though sometimes when I was a child, I was not so grateful and used to envy the other kids that got the shiny new bikes when I got one that was secondhand and painted by night when I was asleep with my mother's artistic touch.
So even though we have had our differences, I see now the wonderful lessons that she was teaching by her example. I hope I can pass on the spirit of Christ to my progeny and they will never be blinded by the tinsel, but moved by the spirit of love and giving.
Rock On everyone!
Christmas Poem 2002
Christmas Memories
I remember strong arms holding me tight
as I placed the bright star and we sang Silent Night.
Later I helped my thrilled little brother
Then each sibling continued to help one another
Too soon we all had our own family
And helped our small children trim the Yule tree
I remember candy cane kisses stuck to my cheek
And smiling, as children tried so hard to peek
Shaking each package in hopes of a clue
Dreaming of treasures shiny and new
Children so innocent laughed with delight
As we turned on each bright Christmas light
Now Grandchildren assist in our Yuletide endeavor
Creating new memories that will last forever
I remember the gingerbread houses we built
The squeals of laughter when it started to tilt
Children amazed as we made a pink rose
The unfettered delight when they frosted my nose
I remember each moment and treasure them all
Each paper ornament, each trinket, each ball
Each Christmas Season builds on the other
Bonding each family, each sister and brother
Stopping the sameness of every day life
Lightening the load and reducing the strife
I take time to remember on each holiday
Why I continue day after day
In spite of the news that we see on the Telly
It all goes away when we see Santa's belly
Then I remember what we all can give
Peace and Love for our family- It's the reason we live.
Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2002
One important lesson I learned from my Mom is that Christmas is not about the money and presents, it is about family and making the day special for children. I learned from her that home made gifts were the ones to be cherished as they are made from the heart. I thank her for that now, even though sometimes when I was a child, I was not so grateful and used to envy the other kids that got the shiny new bikes when I got one that was secondhand and painted by night when I was asleep with my mother's artistic touch.
So even though we have had our differences, I see now the wonderful lessons that she was teaching by her example. I hope I can pass on the spirit of Christ to my progeny and they will never be blinded by the tinsel, but moved by the spirit of love and giving.
Rock On everyone!
Christmas Poem 2002
Christmas Memories
I remember strong arms holding me tight
as I placed the bright star and we sang Silent Night.
Later I helped my thrilled little brother
Then each sibling continued to help one another
Too soon we all had our own family
And helped our small children trim the Yule tree
I remember candy cane kisses stuck to my cheek
And smiling, as children tried so hard to peek
Shaking each package in hopes of a clue
Dreaming of treasures shiny and new
Children so innocent laughed with delight
As we turned on each bright Christmas light
Now Grandchildren assist in our Yuletide endeavor
Creating new memories that will last forever
I remember the gingerbread houses we built
The squeals of laughter when it started to tilt
Children amazed as we made a pink rose
The unfettered delight when they frosted my nose
I remember each moment and treasure them all
Each paper ornament, each trinket, each ball
Each Christmas Season builds on the other
Bonding each family, each sister and brother
Stopping the sameness of every day life
Lightening the load and reducing the strife
I take time to remember on each holiday
Why I continue day after day
In spite of the news that we see on the Telly
It all goes away when we see Santa's belly
Then I remember what we all can give
Peace and Love for our family- It's the reason we live.
Judy Patt Hall
Christmas 2002
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