Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Icopied this from a SparkFriends Page. I couldn't post the link here because she is set to private. Thanks for sharing this so I could. You know who you are!
There are many intangible gifts we can share with those who deserve special
recognition.....for who they are, what they do, and the importance they play
in our lives.
Here's a 20-item emotional gift guide which I hope will be meaningful for
you in this season of celebration:
- To yourself....respect, confidence and faith.
- To a friend....a heartfelt and caring spirit.
- To a family member....dedication, communication and understanding.
- To our natural world....protection and preservation.
- To a good cause....generosity and ardent advocacy.
- To a traveler....an open door of hospitality.
- To our military and first responders....honor and appreciation.
- To a customer or client....excellent service.
- To the ill and hurting....concern and healing comfort.
- To the hungry and homeless....compassion and emergency services.
- To the abused, neglected and abandoned....hope and security.
- To someone with a special challenge....recognition and acceptance.
- To the addicted and troubled....a positive path to recovery.
- To an infant and toddler....attachment, attention and safety.
- To a child and teen....patience, guidance and a good example.
- To a parent in need....a helping hand.
- To an elder, reverence....gratitude and dignified care.
- To everyone you see, friends and strangers alike....smiles and positive energy.
- To people of every age....unconditional love.
- To all the peoples of the world....justice and peace.
DD arrived in Houston, fil is being challenging and we are concerned about leaving him on Thurday to fly out ourselves. I lost my cool today, not sure how to get everything done that needs to be done.
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
By Michael Marks
I had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh,
and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Chargers lost by six.
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens,
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean.
They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight,
their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament--they lacked a Christmas tree.
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
the only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
There's nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight,
our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
to worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.
He looked at me as children do and said it's always right,
to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write.
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home.
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay.
Copyright 2003 Michael Marks: "I freely submit this poem for reprint
without reservation--this is an open and grateful tribute to the men and
women who serve every day to keep our nation safe."
If you would like to send out cookies and/or letters to the soldiers here is the address below:
34th ID, Unit 117
APO, AE 09374
Large flat rate boxes (free from the post office) cost $11.95 to send.
To ensure that the cookies are received by Christmas, they should be mailed by December 12.
Colorings from kids or letters are also very welcomed. The soldiers love reading letters from home and seeing something from a child makes it extra special! Brighten a soldiers Christmas this year!!!!
Proof it is cold outside! Our cats live outside! They are actually the girls, but somehow they didn't leave with them, can't figure out how that happens!
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