Christmas Poems, stories.....etc...

[HolyElk]

Anyone know of any good christmas poems, stories?

What about the native versions of T'was the Night Before Christmas?

[HolyElk]

Doesn't anyone have any christmas stories?

[nt_inuk]

The White Envelope

Here's something i just got and thought i'd share it ...
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The White Envelope


It's just a small white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas -- oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it -- the overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma -- the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties, and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike.

The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended.

Shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church.

These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes. As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestle r's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford.

Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said.

"They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them." Mike loved kids -- all kids -- and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball, and lacrosse.

That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent them anonymously to the inner-city church. On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition -- one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning, and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer.

When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope.

Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us. May we all remember Christ, who is the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year and always.

Be Blessed, Have a Very Safe 'n Happy Holiday Y'all

[AngelFeather]

That was beautiful Inuk....

Its stories like that which reminds us of what Xmas is turly about. Thx fer sharing..

[nt_inuk]

That was beautiful Inuk....

Its stories like that which reminds us of what Xmas is turly about. Thx fer sharing..

You're welcome shine

Yes, an amazing reminder

[Mato Winyan]

Here's one written by a guy named Bruce Thompson... brought back fond memories of dad knockin over the Christmas tree.

At Christmas Time
At Xmas time when we were kids,
we were really poor,
and Santa weren't too generous
when he knocked upon our door

But we made do by saving up,
yes every little bit
"We may be poor" said dear old Dad,
"but I dont give a shyt!"

Our Xmas tree stood tall & proud
and rigid as a totem,
With Xmas baubles hangin' there.....
like testies in ya scrotum!

Everyone loved Xmas dinner,
no if's, and's or but's,
and all us kids would pizz ourselves
when Grandpa dropped his guts.

We'd leave a six pack for Santa
and he always drank it quick,
then I found out it was just my Dad,
the alcoholic prick!

But all in all we had fun,
and lots & lots of cheer,
Now I can't wait till I've got kids....
cause I'll get a carton of beer!

[Mato Winyan]

A Politically Correct Christmas Story

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labour conditions at the North Pole
were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.
- Author unknown

[middle of the sky]

Here's one written by a guy named Bruce Thompson... brought back fond memories of dad knockin over the Christmas tree.

At Christmas Time
At Xmas time when we were kids,
we were really poor,
and Santa weren't too generous
when he knocked upon our door

But we made do by saving up,
yes every little bit
"We may be poor" said dear old Dad,
"but I dont give a shyt!"

Our Xmas tree stood tall & proud
and rigid as a totem,
With Xmas baubles hangin' there.....
like testies in ya scrotum!

Everyone loved Xmas dinner,
no if's, and's or but's,
and all us kids would pizz ourselves
when Grandpa dropped his guts.

We'd leave a six pack for Santa
and he always drank it quick,
then I found out it was just my Dad,
the alcoholic prick!

But all in all we had fun,
and lots & lots of cheer,
Now I can't wait till I've got kids....
cause I'll get a carton of beer!

thx mw..i needed that after i read nt_inuks story...

[Joe G]

I was in an ummm local watering hole...w/ some co-workers....and there was a group of strangers next to us.....about maybe 35-45 y/o...and next to them, a couple of Viet Nam era veteran bikers....
One of the guys from the first group walks over to them and says: "Merry Christmas you old M***** ******" First thought was, now there's the TRUE christmas spirit! and then I though there might be trouble....but actually, they were friends....
but what a greeting!

[beading_4_ndnz]

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Someone, quick se me some beads for Christmas, yeah, you!

Hope you ALL get exactly what you want for Christmas, and then some, all I want is some Nymo, $4,000 worth of Cut Beads, 12 tee pees, some poles, a caddy escalade, lose 20 pounds, a perfect marriage, a trip to Disneyland, .............Santa sees me coming down the hall in the mall, he's like, Oh No, I ain't lettin her sit on MY lap............................................... .oh well..........................I think Oprah should be Santa.........................................

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