Take a few minutes and read through my Christmas poems...if you can call them that!
(Almost a Christmas song...)
Jingle bells, dizzy spells
From high gas prices
I drive forty miles each day
That's five bucks each way, oh
Jingle bells, dizzy spells
From high gas prices
Oh what fun it would be to own half of BP!
A day or two ago
I thought I'd take a drive
Just for kicks and grins
To see the countryside
As I was driving along
Many oil wells I did see
Pumping oil from the ground
And taking my paycheck away from me!
Oh,
Jingle bells, dizzy spells
From high gas prices
I drive forty miles each day
That's five bucks each way, oh
Jingle bells, dizzy spells
From high gas prices
Oh what fun it would be to own half of BP!
I'd like to buy a share
Of an over-priced oil stock
The dividend I would get
Would buy a gallon of gas---NOT!!
The only fuel I can afford
To put in my truck's tank
With these high gas prices
Is my own body's methane!!!
Oh,
Jingle bells, dizzy spells
From high gas prices
I drive forty miles each day
That's five bucks each way, oh
Jingle bells, dizzy spells
From high gas prices
Oh what fun it would be to own ALL of BP!
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the farm
All the creatures were stirring, 'cept for the dead 'possum in the barn
The feed bins were watched by all eyes with care
In hopes that morning feeding soon would be there
The horses were standing alone in their stalls
While cats purred and meowed and licked at their paws
The cows chewed their cud and hungrily pawed
While pigs hoped that grain soon would be hauled
Then on the house roof there arose such a clamor
That sounded like Farmer Jones pounding his hammer
Then the pigs and the horses and the cows strained to see
What was making the sound, and looking on hopefully
The horses were dreaming of a sack full of oats
And cats wanted milk from a cow or a goat
Whether hay or alfalfa the cows were not minding
While pigs dreamed of sounds of the grain grinder grinding
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But ten funny-looking mules, in fact called reindeer
And behind them and atop of the roof was a man
With a giant red sack full of goodies and cans
The horses looked on and started rejoicing
And cats began making milk-or-cheese choicing
The cows stopped their cud-chewing and began salivating
While pigs far too soon began celebrating
The man in the red suit disappeared down the chimney
While in the barn all eyes watched so closely
The man reappeared, got on board and with a yell
The sleigh left the roof, leaving the barn deathly still
From Farmer Jones' house not a single light shone
Leaving the livestock in the barn hungry and alone
Then the horses and cows and pigs all agreed
Some holiday Christmas is! Of it there's no need!
(Not exactly a Christmas song...)
Roosters we have perched on high
While the hens sit on their nests
Warming eggs during cold nights
Roosters guard from harmful pests
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Three weeks after being laid
Chicks start pecking through their shells
Soon they're fluffing newborn down
Acquainting with the barnyard smells
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Chicks learn to avoid the cats
As they're scratching with the hens
Looking for a grubby worm
Pigs grunting in nearby pens
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Roosters we have perched on high
Watching o'er the newborn chicks
Snuggled beneath hens so tight
On a nest of straw and sticks
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Glo-o-o-o-o-orious Chicks
In egg shells they're hatching
Two thousand years ago
Long before I was born
There came a baby boy
Christ Jesus the Lord
He came to save
Both your sins and mine
Not by my watch or clock
But in God's own good time
He was ridiculed and hated
Spit on and laughed at
And He dealt with it all
While hardly an eyelash He'd bat
Because of some haters
He was mocked and crucified
And hung on the cross
Where He finally died
But death was only
A brief respite at best
For the people who thought
They'd been rid of that pest
For to them Jesus was nothing
But a thorn in their side
That they wanted to pull out
Remove, and cast aside
Too late they learned
That Jesus was real
He came not to hurt
But to love, touch and heal
His love and God's love
Brought him back from the grave
Not for revenge
But to redeem and to save
Now two thousand years later
We gather Christmas day
Together with our families
Open presents, laugh and play
And sometimes we think
About Christ the Lord
And sometimes we don't
When we get in the Ford
To visit our grandparents
Cuz's, aunts or unc's
To see children or grandchildren
With gifts in car trunks
We need to stop and remember
The true meaning of Christmas
Isn't in trees or in presents
It's about HIM...not us
For anyone not familiar with me (which will be most anybody who reads this page), I'm a self-published, aspiring writer. The majority of what I've written has been western fiction under the pseudonym Cade Russell. Please feel free to browse around the rest of my website, www.caderussell.com . I am, however, in the process of writing other types of fiction. One of the projects I'm working on is an inspirational, Christian novel. It'll probably be sometime in the spring of 2006 before I wrap up the rough draft, and I don't know how the publishing venture will proceed. If you'd like more information on the book in the future, please send a blank email to me, and I'll keep you updated when anything of note occurs. I don't want to say anything too in-depth about the book since it isn't under copyright yet, except that it involves a number of strangers brought together under...circumstances...and they have to pull together and explore their spirituality in the process. Please send me a blank email (from your email address) if you want me to keep in touch with you, and thanks for your interest!!
AA