What Christmas Is All About

Anticipation begins and gradually kicks in,
While shopping days wane and disappear.
Excitement blends in and slowly transcends,
As traditions and good tidings reappear.

Children grow restless, as school days dwindle,
Their lists continue to grow.
Moms and Dads spend and find ways to rekindle,
The holiday spirit they know.

Houses are decorated inside and out,
Trees find new ways to glisten.
Mistletoe hangs and stories come out,
As eager ears strain to listen.

December days mount, while parents recount,
Fond memories of past gifts and toys.
Yuletide ghosts greet the heavenly host,
Through time spent together, love and joy.

These days it seems, not everyones' dreams,
Are packaged and adorned with bows.
Those without means go to extremes,
Just for food, shelter and warm clothes.

This winter's eve, try to conceive,
Of those with no gifts to give out.
Help children believe, to give's to receive,
It's what Christmas is all about.



Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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Noel

This is an acrostic...


Two thousand ten years ago,
Heaven reached down to earth.
Everyone there would come to know,
Freedom through one single birth.
Irrespective of color or creed,
Rebirth was offered to all,
Serving witness were Shepherds and Kings,
Transfixed on a child in a stall.
Never before in man's history,
On that first Christmas eve.
Eternal life's solved mystery,
Lay free to those who believe.



Copyright © December 2009
Kevin Mooney

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The Silhouettes of Kings

A Father's Day Poem...

Today we honor the Silhouettes of Kings,
Bow to fore fathers' ancestrial strings.
Consider our roots and family trees,
Ponder sur names and what might not be,
Give good tidings to paternal love,
Be truly thankful to the Father above.

A seed was once planted in hopes of you,
A farmer familiar, his crop 9 months due,
He was there at your harvest, to welcome you in,
To provide a foundation, a comfortable den,
Life was less brutal, so much to learn,
Fertiilzed with love, wisdom, discern.

He cultivates his garden, with firm hand and hoe,
His greatest joy realized watching you grow.
A light to guide you, show you the way.
A pillar of strength to counter a sway,
A fortress of truth, an army of one,
A bastian of comfort second to none.

And when life's a struggle, and formidable foe,
He's there to provide you a place to go.
Seek shelter in him from sporadic storms,
The swelter of sin and deviant swarms,
He protects you from pillage, violence and fret,
He's there to console you, share life's regrets.

And when his work's done and he's long gone to bed,
His vision reminds you, a ghost in your head,
Life is no garden that grows on it's own.
It needs to be plowed, painstakingly sewn.
Without nurture and love, compassion and toil,
Life's a quagmire of unfertile soil.
It's fathers who remind us the price we must pay,
So honor your dad this Father's Day.


Copyright © June 2009
Kevin Mooney