A Canadian singer we are so proud of: – Congratulations on your marriage Michael Buble.
This year is the 60th Anniversary of Irving Berlin’s ‘White Christmas‘ movie. Listen to Bing Crosby sing one of the most beautiful Christmas Carol’s.
A CHRISTMAS TREE
For the short time I have left here on earth, I am beautiful. It’s odd those humans worry about the poor cow or chicken and never realize that I too am His creation. I too hurt – I too bleed. Is it because my blood is not red? Do they not realize that what they call sap is our bleeding? I hurt. I cry.
I have been given a wisdom the humans don’t seem to understand – I am aware and know the laws of nature. We are all the same – God’s creation. Yet the more humans advance the more they ignore – the laws of nature. Just as God supplies the rabbit for the hungry wolf – so too does he provide for humans. Yet the longer they live the more they deny what is right – what is there – specifically for them.
Then as they place the angel on top my branches I understand this too. I am beautiful with sparkling tinsel. I am beautiful as the dim lights reflect off crystal angels. I am beautiful with special ornaments of baby’s first Christmas or the ceramic candy cane he labored on so diligently at school. I understand love – I understand giving. I am a gift from the Creator. Outside (they have placed me by a window) the moon streams down on the snow banks, glittering sparkles dot the purity. The stars glitter distant and mysteriously in a dark, charcoal sky. Of course, the North Star is the brightest. They do not see what I see – they do not understand what I do. What is important?
Now, as humans advance yet further and further – they seem to realize less and less. They are more interested in what is wrapped beneath my branches – not the truth of that day called Christmas or why that is the name regardless of how they try to deny it. Regardless of what they do, regardless of what they learn – there is one lesson that never seems to be learned. No one escapes from dying – nothing escapes from leaving this place we call Earth. It is not to be feared. It is what it is.
A beam of light from the moon pours over me – and God lets me know – I too am a product of His creation. I too will be taken into his loving arms. I too am a symbol our Earth’s love and rejoice in the birth of God’s son, Jesus. Merry Christmas to all that He has created with intricate, loving hands
23 “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel (which means “God with us”).
Matthew 1:23 (NIV)
11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” Luke 2:11-12 (NIV)
6 For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given,
and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Isaiah 9:6 (NIV)