The Spirit Of Christmastime

by Erik Raichle


The spirit of Christmastime, we all agree,

Brings music and laughter to our family.

A tree trimmed with tinsel, its boughs all aglow,

Encircled with garland and sparkl-ing snow.


Beneath the dear tree, lies a village so fair,

With houses, toy trains, tiny cars everywhere.

And, laid in a manger, 'neath heavenly star,

A beautiful baby greets kings from afar.


Look! Santa is waving by our window pane,

So round and so happy to see us again.

He walks to our backdoor with jingl-ing sound

And greets all the children who gather around.


Soon tales of his journey enchant the blithe room

Where our Christmas tree shines in holiday bloom.

How he and the reindeer were busy all night

Delivering presents for children's delight.


Then, seating himself in our old rocking chair,

He opens his book and begins with a glare,

"I hope all you children were good, 'cause you see,

No one who's been naughty gets presents from me."


He carefully checks every good and bad mark,

And finished by telling them this wise remark,

"Now, love one another, be each others friend,

You cannot foretell when your life here will end."


Next, nodding to Brian to bring in the toys,

He reads off the names of the good girls and boys,

"Diana, good Brian, Kurt, Linda, Karlene,

Bright Kevin, sweet Helen, Teresa, the queen."


When Santa had given them every good thing,

And listened to carols they joyfully sing,

He picks up his sack, wishes seasons good cheer,

Walks out of our house saying, "See you next year."


Back to their presents, they race, leap, and holler.

Great Scott! The Gremlins have taken our parlor.

Most wrapping dissolve with an aaah, a giggle.

Others are pondered, then given a wiggle.


Sometime, around midnight, the tempests subside.

They roll out their sleepers and snuggle inside.

With eyes, oh, so heavy, they soon fall asleep,

The spirit of Christmastime kissed on each cheek.




The Night Before Christmas

by Clement Moore


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”


Were you a good girl this year, Karlene??


To see who Santa is, click HERE

To hear Santa's visit, click HERE


Helen loves that Santa


Santa's Helper


Off to the neighbors for cookies and hot chocolate

With final stops at Old Doug Pirkl and Eddie Kath.

Then, home for the Christmas party.


Russ Charles, the Magician's Magician


A pinata with $200 in coins


Holiday Schedule

Thanksgiving at Grandma's and Grandpa's house.


1st week:  Christmas Calendars to plan holiday fun


2nd week: Christmas Card Assembly Line with music


3rd week: Christmas Caroling, House Party, judge Calendars


4th week: Christmas Eve, Santa comes

                   Christmas Day, Grandma and Grandpa's for dinner


New Year's Eve


To see an old fashioned Christmas Party, click HERE

To see Santa play the accordion, click HERE

To see a Christmas Home Movie, click HERE

To see Santa dance the Polka, click HERE

To see Santa's Polka band, click HERE


Thus, on

December 21

we celebrate

Sun Day


And, we say,

Happy Sun Day

Then, we decorate our home with

Red and Green


to represent

The Sun and The Green Plant

because we know that

On December 21, the sun returns, bringing joy, hope, warmth, and life to earth.

He awakens Green Plants to change sunlight to Sugar and release Oxygen into the air. Scientists call it Photosynthesis. We need it to live.

He's big. He's round. He's red. And, he makes us feel good all over. And, without the Sun, there'd be no life on this earth.

He's the reason for the season


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