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Are you putting an angel atop your Christmas tree this year?

When four of Santa’s elves got sick, the trainee elves did not produce toys as fast as the regular ones,
Santa began to feel the Pre-Christmas pressure building up. Then, Mrs Claus told Santa her Mother was coming to visit. This news stressed him even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two others had jumped the fence and were nowhere to be seen.
When Santa began to load the sleigh, one of the floorboards cracked and the bag full of toys fell to the ground, scattering them far and wide. Frustrated, Santa went in the house for a cup of apple cider and a shot of rum. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered the elves had drank all the cider and hidden the liquor.
In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the cider jug, and it broke into hundreds of little glass pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found the mice had eaten all the straw off the end of the broom.
Just then the doorbell rang, and irritated Santa marched to the door, yanked it open, and there stood a little angel
with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said very cheerfully, ‘Merry Christmas, Santa. Isn’t this a lovely day?
I have a beautiful tree for you. Where would you like me to stick it?’
And so began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

christmas stories by the Crazymad Writer

 

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Alice in Wonderland Syndrome – or something MUCH MORE?

My Crazy Life: Last Night…

I feel that I need to make an introduction to the following two poems, to try and explain to the reader why I recorded in rhyme these things, these two separate things that I feel are somehow connected. I saw each one again and again, over a period of time, when I was no more than five or six years of age. The first one was so terrifying it almost scared me to death. The second, by comparison, was so serene, so blissful, I could have watched it forever. It was only yeas later, when, as an adult, that I dared tell anyone about them, that I dared say I had seen the devil and also an angel.

Last Night (part one)

I heard a sound by my bedside last night,
I heard a lone sound, how I got such a fright.
Something passed by me deep in the night,
I heard a faint sound; did it want my poor life?

I made no sound; I was still, in such fright,
As I lay in bed in the deep of the night,
I could hear it close by, how I longed for the light.
What was this dark thing evading my sight?

An evil black form, a shadowy sight,
Began to rise slowly in front of my eyes.
As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,
This dark, wicked thing slowly rose into sight.

I could not move a muscle; I was frozen in fright,
As the dark frightful vision continued in height,
Till it’s malevolent eyes were almost in sight.
Only then did I close mine, despite the dark night.

I knew it was wicked, the devil personified,
That he wanted my sight, the light of my life.
If I kept my eyes closed, shut tight as the night.
I might just be spared the Grim Reaper’s cold scythe.

Finally, eventually, I opened my eyes,
Had he gone, departed – left my bedside?
But no! He was there I refrain,
Starting beginning to rise up again.

How could I be free from this terrible beast?
That wanted my soul, my heart and my peace,
Perhaps, if this time my eyes remained firmly closed,
It might well just give up and go away home.

So as my eyes closed, again, in such fright,
As I prayed and hoped that I’d last out the night.
I could feel its Dark Presence so close by my brow,
But kept my eyes shut, it wouldn’t bother me now.

The darkness and danger passed from me that night,
Vanishing, returning away from my sight.
I rolled over, so comfy, lulled back into nod,
Till the next time it happens, it’s just me and my God.
A note; this really did happen.

Last Night (part two)

I saw an angel by my bedside last night,
I saw a lone figure, oh what a fine sight.
As it passed close by me, deep in the night,
I saw a lone angel; she lit up my life.

I made not sound; I was still – not in fright,
As I lay in my bed, in the deep of the night,
I watched it close by me; how I longed for its light.
To be a part of this thing, this wondrous sight.

The shining white form, the silvery sight,
Began to glide past me in front of my eyes.
As I lay in bed on my left-hand side,
This holiest of things flew on through the night.

I moved not a muscle; I was locked on the sight,
Of the bright, heavenly vision as it continued in flight,
It’s winged wonderful body passed on to my right.
Only then did I lie back, despite the divine light.

I knew it was good, from heaven come down,
Showing that we have not been left on our own.
And I kept my eyes on it I made not a sound.
As I watched the winged vision go round and around.

Finally, eventually, as I watched with my eyes,
It left, it departed, it was gone – how I cried.
But although it had gone I was now oh so wise,
A part of God’s plan for every adult and child

So remember each night when you set off to nod
That you are never alone, you are then closer to God
Where a heavenly presence watches over your rest
A wonderfully winged angel in a silvery dress

A note: this really did happen.

Well, what do you think, was I experiencing Alice in Wonderland Syndrome

Or was it something else?

 

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Guardian Angel Poem

Guardian Angels
God gave us each an angel
To watch over us with love.
They’re always carrying messages
To Him in Heaven above.

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They warn us during danger,
Encourage us to do what is right,
And will always guard and guide us,
Throughout the day and night.

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God sent them to protect us,
When crisis comes our way,
And to aid us with our problems
That we encounter every day.

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Thank You, my God in Heaven,
For our Guardian Angels dear.
They’re just a token of Your love
To help us through life’s fears.

By Shirley Hile Powell

 
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Posted by on May 1, 2014 in poems

 

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