Someone close to me shared this beautiful poem and said "Keep the faith". Christmas isn't about commercialism, it is about Jesus, love, hope, and faith. Merry Christmas! As Heidi creeps down the stairs and sneaks her hand in the stocking she is caught by the camera. Notice her tongue sticking out as she concentrates in reaching the treasure hidden in the toe of her precious stocking? What treasure will you pause and search for today? It doesn't have to cost a penny, the best treasures and gifts come from the heart. Share your treasure with someone near and dear to you and watch your treasure bless their lives too. Feel free to post the treasure you've discovered and shared with another. A small way we can inspire and encourage each other with the multitude of creative ways to bless someone other than ourselves during this time of giving. Jesus was the greatest gift yet we each have something to offer and share. Keep the faith! Luke 2:19 tells us "...Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart." The mother of baby Jesus listened to the shepherds talk about her precious newborn baby and "treasured" their words. Even words are a treasure... Bunkhouse Christmas Harris Tobias Now a bunkhouse is a barren place Not all like a regular home No fancy stuff, no gewgaws It’s Spartan to the bone Christmas in the bunkhouse Was never much to see Some mesquite and prickly pear Was all we had for greenery I think it was young Tim‘s idea “There’s somethin' that we need.” So he went out with his lasso And roped a tumbleweed He dragged it in and set it up In a corner by the stove It wasn’t much to look at But we weren’t either, I suppose “The thing looks down right scrawny,” Was what Lefty said. “We need to spruce it up with stuff And took his spurs off of a peg.” He hung his spurs on the tumbleweed The rest of us did the same Then we added silver buckles And it didn’t look so lame Cookie showed us all a trick he’d learned Over at the old Bar Bee He cut some stars from a pie tin And hung them on the tree “Be nice to have some tinsel” “We got barbed wire in the shed” “You can’t use no barbed wire” “Why not?” the cowboy said “Cause Christmas ain’t about fences Fencin’ out or fencin’ in Ain’t you never heard the sayin’ Peace on Earth good will toward men?” So we didn’t use barbed wire And that was fine with me As we stood around admirin’ Our cowboy Christmas tree “Somethin’s missin’,” said a fellow, “She needs somethin’ at the top” The guy was right, we scratched our heads What else have we got? There were boots and coats and jackets For it was as cold as it could be There were guns and tools and lariats But nothing for the tree “I’ve just the thing,” said Cookie Not the sharpest mind in the pack And he walked over to the closet And pulled out his new white hat He went over to our humble tree And stuck his hat on top And though we weren’t looking for perfection Perfection’s what we got Now cowboys are a resourceful bunch Uninhibited and free Who else could turn a tumbleweed Into a Christmas tree? Reprinted with permission by the author, Harris Tobias: http://www.ropeandwire.com/FullPoetry/Bunkhouse_Christmas.html |
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