In Flanders on the Christmas morn
The trenched foemen lay,
the German and the Briton born,
And it was Christmas Day.
The red sun rose on fields accurst,
The gray fog fled away;
But neither cared to fire the first,
For it was Christmas Day!
They called from each to each across
The hideous disarray,
For terrible has been their loss:
"Oh, this is Christmas Day!"
Their rifles all they set aside,
One impulse to obey;
'Twas just the men on either side,
Just men — and Christmas Day.
They dug the graves for all their dead
And over them did pray:
And Englishmen and Germans said:
"How strange a Christmas Day!"
Between the trenches then they met,
Shook hands, and e'en did play
At games on which their hearts were set
On happy Christmas Day.
Not all the emperors and kings,
Financiers and they
Who rule us could prevent these things —
For it was Christmas Day.
Oh ye who read this truthful rime
From Flanders, kneel and say:
God speed the time when every day
Shall be as Christmas Day.
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas in spite of the fact you are geographically separated from your man...I know you are close in spirit.
Just finished up all the wrapping and tagging and prep work for meals tomorrow, so have a few minutes to myself before heading off to bed. Hannah is so excited about Santa I'm not sure she'll sleep a wink, and if she does, she's bound to be up early.
We're supposed to be over there by 7am, so it will be an early morning for this night owl!
Anyway, just wanted you to know I was thinking about you...Love you.
Merry Christmas, Melissa,
I'll be thinking about you and Michael today, knowing you are connected in spirit if not geographically.
For people who are with those they love, but may have hurt, however inadvertently, here's a thought for the day:
Tell that person you are sorry. Forgiveness and moving beyond hurt to a new and better relationship is fostered by simple acknowledgement. It's not that hard, despite our a culture that encourages us to insist on a "no-fault" posture.
Love to you all.
Happy Christmas, barefoot
December 25, 2008 12:00 AM | Reply | Permalink
And to you, Ms. Bwakfat, and to you.
December 25, 2008 12:13 AM | Reply | Permalink
Merry Christmas, Melissa...
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas in spite of the fact you are geographically separated from your man...I know you are close in spirit.
Just finished up all the wrapping and tagging and prep work for meals tomorrow, so have a few minutes to myself before heading off to bed. Hannah is so excited about Santa I'm not sure she'll sleep a wink, and if she does, she's bound to be up early.
We're supposed to be over there by 7am, so it will be an early morning for this night owl!
Anyway, just wanted you to know I was thinking about you...Love you.
December 25, 2008 2:20 AM | Reply | Permalink
Merry Christmas, Melissa,
I'll be thinking about you and Michael today, knowing you are connected in spirit if not geographically.
For people who are with those they love, but may have hurt, however inadvertently, here's a thought for the day:
Tell that person you are sorry. Forgiveness and moving beyond hurt to a new and better relationship is fostered by simple acknowledgement. It's not that hard, despite our a culture that encourages us to insist on a "no-fault" posture.
Love to you all.
December 25, 2008 10:07 AM | Reply | Permalink
Merry Christmas, Melissa!
xoxo,
Lis
December 25, 2008 6:29 PM | Reply | Permalink
Peace to all. Within and without.
December 25, 2008 9:09 PM | Reply | Permalink
Can I get an Amen, anybody? Amen!
December 26, 2008 1:46 AM | Reply | Permalink