Merry Christmas

Silver bells jing-a-linging
As I sing a Christmas carol
Merry laughter ring-a-linging
As loved ones reunite
Paper crinkling as it rrrriiiiips
Landing all over the floor
Squeals of delight fill the room
As the children open gifts galore
Sweet smells linger heavily
All around the house
Stomachs grrrooowling hungrily
Patiently waiting for tasty bites
Family gathered all around
Relishing the season and the lights
What better way is there to spend a Christmas Day
Than the good ole' fashion way!


Not to be feared

A foggy haze covers the surrounding land
A dampness clings to the air
Bare feet sinking into the sand
Waves crashing as I stare

In the distance something lingers
As still and bold as a tree
Cold winds bite at my face and fingers
As I contemplate what I see

Fear is not present; only a feeling of forlorn
For I know what lies ahead
In the grey light of an early morn

Inch by inch I draw near
Shedding old emotions as I go
One by one in the form of a tear
Quietly gliding down my cheek so slow

The only noise known to me is of my every breath
Deep and flaccid with every inhale
Not flustered by the thought of death

For I know what lies ahead
In the grey light of an early morn

Closer still I approach this solitary being
Mind and body focused intently
Not wanting to understand the meaning

The salty spray so prominent to the senses
Coating exposed skin
Tearing down walls, beating defenses
Bringing peace within

For I know what lies ahead
In the grey light of an early morn

Pausing a moment in the shallows of the sea
Reaching out my hand
Looming before me
A giant of a man

Yellow rays of sun begin to part the grey
Enveloping the both of us
Casting the cold away

Taking my hand into his own
Smiling all the while
Without a word my life was shown
Words and pictures compiled

"Take me home" I say
And with an embrace we fly
Worldly wieght fell away
As I whisper goodbye

For I know what lies ahead
In the grey light of an early morn


Don McLean- Vincent

Vincent is one of my favorite songs. Don McLean put poetry to music when he wrote this.


"Vincent" is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", a reference to van Gogh's painting The Starry Night. The song also describes different paintings done by the artist.

McLean wrote the lyrics in 1971 after reading a book about the life of the artist. The following year, the song became the number one hit in the U.K. and No. 12 in the U.S.

starry night
paint your palette blue and grey

look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils

catch the breeze and the winter chills

in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how

perhaps they'll listen now.

starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze

swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain

weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you
but still your love was true

and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.

starry night
portraits hung in empty halls

frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met

the ragged men in ragged clothes

the silver thorn of bloody rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me

how you suffered for your sanity

how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.


They're brats...but they are mine

"Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all the others."  Cicero

 Today I was struck face first by the fact that my children are brats. Yep, I said it! They are ungrateful brats; always complaining about something. It doesn't matter what I do to please them, it's just never good enough. For example: At lunch time today, my middle boy (L) wasn't happy in the least bit. First, he began by complaining about his sandwich bread. Apparently it wasn't to his liking. Next, he began whining because he decided he didn't like peanut butter and jelly (he'll like it again tomorrow). Then, he got angry because I put his sandwich on a paper towel instead of his beloved Santa plate that his grandparents bought him. (I refused to unnecessarily dirty dishes) After that, he started crying because I told him he either eats what I make him or he doesn't eat. I left his sandwich on the counter.... he wanted me to carry it to the table for him. After 20 minutes of screaming, L finally settled at the table with his sandwich. Right before he took his first bite, he noticed that his glass was empty and preceded to demand more. By then, I'd had enough. I took his food and sent him to his room.

I've noticed a definite increase in their behavior over the last month.. not in a good way.

 My heart is broken... where did I go wrong?

 What have I done to deserve such rude and ungrateful boys? My husband and I don't allow this attitude.. it's just not tolerated. The boys know this. We have taught them how to use their manners and we are always looking for opportunities to teach them how blessed they are. We don't shower them in materialistic stuff or give them everything they want. They have to earn the things they want with good behavior. My oldest has also started receiving a small weekly allowance for doing chores.

So... where is this coming from?

 I can't say that I am totally shocked... there are some people in my children's lives that allow the behavior to happen without punishment when they are with them. I would have thought though that the lessons we have tried to instill in them would act like a buffer. I know they will most certainly try to get away with it at times (they are kids after all), but I never thought they would push full force... especially at home. I never thought it would be like this. I feel like I've failed as a parent in raising them to be kind, well mannered boys. I desperately want them to grow to be good men. When I think about the kind of men I want my boys to be, Andy Griffith from the little town of Mayberry pops into my head.

 Brats or not... they are my boys and I love them. I take full responsibility for them. I pray though that we will be able to move past this really, really soon.

.... that this too shall pass.


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