[Kitty Mittens]

(((((((FRiendship Hugs from the King's Ranch)))))))
Sending Wishes for a Blessed Christmas to All.

[NicknamedBob]

A Difficult Season


This is a most difficult season,
We've traveled a distance this year.
I'm growing increasingly worried,
My dear wife and I are in fear.

Our journey has been quite a hard one,
And others have passed us in haste,
If we are to find some comfort,
We haven't a moment to waste.

But she could give birth any minute,
This motion is not a good thing.
We'll need to rest long when we get there,
And we'll need all the coin we can bring.

This traveling back to my hometown,
Means that I and my child will share,
This place of birth and our kinship,
With others who dwell about there.

The town is decidedly crowded,
There's not a room to be had.
The innkeeper lets us take shelter,
In a stable nearby. It's not bad.

The earthy smells are a comfort,
Somewhat like a scent of new wood,
As a carpenter, I know I'll rest easy,
If my wife will agree that it's good.

I would think it could be a bit festive,
With a pine bough to sweeten the air,
And a candle or lamp, to keep out the night damp,
But I sit on the straw and just stare.

For beyond the smoke of our camp-fires,
I can see a bright star in the sky,
The heavens may have their works revealed,
But I cannot spare them my eye.

For my wife is finding comfort,
In the straw of our rude little space,
And so, like it or not, I'm preparing,
To welcome our child in this place.

So a food trough becomes a first cradle,
As he comfortably makes it his own,
All swaddled about, with his face shining out,
He can reign like a king on his throne.

When I get to a place I can work at,
I'll make a good cradle, and sound,
A carpenter's son shouldn't have to accept,
Some rough sticks in a bad part of town.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . December 16, 2008

[luvie]

Bring Us Home Again

He slowly came awake today
and he lumbered to his feet,
for it was just two hours
before that he faded off to sleep.

He donned the day's attire and
grabbed his M-16.
He headed off to breakfast to keep
him strong and lean.

As he walked down to the chow line
he kept a watchful eye.
He didn't want the enemy
to take him by surprise.

As the chaplin said a special prayer
on this very special day,
he kept thinking of his family
that is oh so far away.

He rubbed his left breast pocket
where he keeps a picture of his wife
and a letter from his daughter that
he reads most every night.

He fought back a single tear
as he stared out at the sand,
wishing he could be back home
with his family close at hand.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts
and then be on his way.
He's defending our great country
and has little time to play.

When he got out to the fence line,
his buddy by his side,
he exchanged a "Merry Christmas"
followed by a tired sigh.

He climbed upon the watchtower,
his mouth a tiny grin.
He said, "Merry Christmas to the world"
and "God, please, bring us home again".

~Bradley A. Peraino~




GOD BLESS AMERICA
~~~~~~~~~~
GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS

[tajgirvan]

What a beautiful tree, so perfect like you Kitty Mittens! May you have a Blessed, Christ-Centered, Merry Christmas!

[JustAmy]

Good evening, Kitty.

Sorry that I was not here to wish you a very Blessed Christmas yesterday.
That is a beautiful tree. Thank you for sharing it
and for the Warm Christmas Wishes.

Hope your Christmas was Blessed and your Saturday was relaxing.

Have a wonderful week.