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  • steffy2110 18h

    With Love, Uncle Klaus

    O Child, O Child, my Sweet Snowflake
    Your favourite uncle Klaus from the North misses you
    How have you been?
    Have you been a good kid, my December?
    It's a shame we can't meet for the holidays this year too,
    it's been 2 long years of distance
    The baddies are still out in the air
    I have lost the count of them now
    But you be safe my child, wear mask and be vaccinated
    Sending lots of love and gifts for you
    My trusted reindeers will arrive soon with presents
    Until then sing carols, drink some hot cocoa with some cinnamon buns
    Snuggle under the wool
    Wear your sweaters, mufflers and gloves
    And don't forget to send me a postcard with some fine wine, duh! ;p


  • l_minlun_haokip 4d

    This is Christmas

    The King is despised and unknown,
    He left the glory of His throne,
    He humbled Himself to a manger.
    The ruler became a stranger.

    Born to be crucified on the cross,
    His rights and splendor in heaven lost.
    Because of His suffering and pain,
    His peace and comfort we obtain.

    God, only His begotten Son, gave.
    Majesty emptied Himself as a slave.
    In order the world be saved;
    And the way to Heaven He paved.

    The Lion became a lamb,
    God is reduced to a man.
    This is Christmas,
    That God came to save us.

  • skquick 4d


    My mouth would no longer water at the thought of my brother's favorite after school snack...
    You know, those cardboard boxes with stamps and baseball cards hidden within, that my grandmother always had in her pantry of goodies,
    Our tiny, clammy hands eagerly rummaged through
    before she lay us down for our afternoon nap
    The drag of an old VHS lulled me to sleep, pinky finger wrapped around the edges of a homemade blanket tenderly woven together

    Loss of youth presents itself in many forms...
    I'll swallow the burn, like cheap whiskey on a week night
    Traditions tend to lose their novelty through jaded eyes
    Sephia lenses eventually wash out dated picture frames that hang loosely on wood paneled walls
    Towering over those Christmas centerpieces that hid dust-covered and forgotten all year long

    But then I learned to see life through the eyes of a child;
    I watched the roseate glow return to a peaches and cream complection,
    As the magic of simplicities restored itself in things I taught myself to overlook
    I learned to love my smile when I realized it matches my dad's;
    And how those songs I belt out from memory are songs older relatives collected their tickets to;
    And how my love for kittens mirrors a grandmother long gone;
    Or how I began appreciating those clementines my grandmother sat out at yule

    Although we all collect our customs individually
    We're all just cosmic fragments of every person we have ever loved.

  • karis_oxano 5d

    Christmas is here

    I feel giddy inside
    Like a lamb about to take it's first earth breath
    I feel like blowing up
    Like a wine skin filled with new wine to overflowing
    I guess it's the Christmas in the air
    Making me high on Love
    Or the thought of earth's Hope about to be born.

    I can't explain it
    But I can taste the anticipation
    Of all of creation waiting for the birth of it's deliverance
    It's the birth of the king of Grace
    It's most probably the Christmas all around me
    Or the joy of my soon born king

    I can smell Christmas
    It's definitely here
    The warmth of family reunions
    And the heat from love made rice and chicken
    The icy cool weather and the feel of new clothes
    But most especially the faith in the heart's of men in birth of our savior.
    Christmas is here.

  • sujmamchat 1w


    Winter has come, feel the nip in the air
    Woollens and jerseys we all do wear
    Tucking ourselves beneath the blankets
    Walking with woollen socks on the carpets.

    The wind is rather chilly and cold
    Wind cheaters on our body we hold
    Sweaters & coats that we hug close
    Spread the warmth from toes to nose.

    The green grass is laden with fresh dew
    The day that is filled with a whitish hue
    The snow that caps the heads of the trees
    The cool and chilly is the blowing breeze.

    Icy is the gurgling bubbling brook
    Staying indoors and reading a book
    Get yourself drenched with the sunshine
    Warm yourself with a glass of wine.

    The fireplace shimmers with embers old
    Lit up with fire on day that is cold
    Drink a cup of hot coffee or tea
    Burn your lips and remember me.

    Soon you will be as warm as toast
    Welcome visitors when you are the host
    Have wonderful party with a bonfire night
    Have cakes and sweets and share a bite.

    Christmas will be knocking on the door
    Gifts and surprises and dances on the floor
    New Year's just round the corner as well
    Excitement in the household do dwell.

    Sing the Carols and Santa is here
    Christ is close by, no need to fear
    Shining stars twinkle in the dark sky
    The three Kings bless the babe as they come by.

    Soon we wave a good bye and sing
    Winter shall change into a colorful spring
    Till then let's huddle up together to read
    Poems and stories written for a kid.

    @Dr. Sujata Chatterjee

  • izzenorway 2w

    Knitting and jolly

    Relax & Knit In A Jolly Ho Ho Home

  • roshni31 3w

    #miraquil #writersnetwork #wod
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    तेरी याद मे संवर जाते है
    तेरी याद में गालों में भँवर पड़ जाते है
    मौसम भी सुहाना हो जाता है
    जब सिर्फ तुम्हारा खयाल ही मेरा बहाना होता है
    चेहरे की रंगत बढ़ जाती है
    लबों पर वो सुर्खियाँ नज़र आ जाती है

    तेरी यादों के समंदर में हम डूब जाते है
    और उन यादों की लहरें उफ़न जाती है
    तेरी याद ही हमें कुछ ऐसे तड़पा जाती है।
    बिना कुछ कहे ही सब कुछ कह जाती है।

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  • lonewolf123 4w

    Black wolf

    As the season gets cold they play in the snow oh what a wonderful howl in the morning and night as we play in the snow Santa Claus is coming to give you presents

  • tshahbazkhan01 18w

    Aksar Tahar Kar Dekhta Hoon,
    Apne Pairon Ke Nishan.
    Wo Bhi Adhure Lagte Hain,
    Tere Saath Ke Bina.


  • blossomwrites 27w

    When the drapes of my heart opened
    She barged into it like sunlight entering an empty room
    My face lits up like Christmas lights every time I cross path with her
    When I gaze into her eyes I see my reflection clear as ocean
    As she caresses her gorgeous hair with gentle hands it gushes cool breeze onto my face

  • jenaroaragon 47w

    Bah! Humbug.

    Retrospective, introspective, so depressive, not elective.
    Nightmares of you, so comfortable, dust and rubble, all I have left.
    Feel accosted, by the loss of the mirage we saw so often.
    Apparition, future Christmas, new years eve, the ghosts still torment me from heaven.
    Preach the lesson.
    Forced confession: need your presence.
    Bit of beef still undigested, mind still prone to be receptive. Sensitive.

    But unresponsive.

    Bah humbug! I'm so obnoxious.
    Yes I know, but it's subconscious. In my heart, a long dead promise wakes me still with visions monstrous. Name still hung above my office.
    What else can I be but cross living in a world of merry Christmas?

    Open hearts that once were shut up. No right nor reason, poor enough!
    Family speaks to me with love I haven't felt since I was young, so all I have to say's good day, as I put out the coals and fuss.

    I don't make merry at Christmas. All my work goes to establishments I'm forced to pay through taxes. Put the poor into the prisons. Can't afford to give what I wish to those who are badly off.

    Decreased population surplus.

    Sat in mournful meditation, fog-like smoke obscures the egress.
    Bells chime for what seems an hour then, dragging chains he comes to visit.

    "They come at midnight!" spake the phantom. "Father son and holy spirit."

    Hands in pockets, thoughtful habits. No peace. No rest. No reverence.
    Humbug. I say you're fictitious.
    Charity, mercy, and forbearance are but a drop in the comprehensive ocean of a business ended.

  • inks_of_everything 48w

    New Year

    What more can ONE ask for
    Than taking the place of ZERO

    HAPPY 2021


  • jadedraco 49w

    Vlog Christmas 2020

    Christmas was okay got some stuff I liked and some stuff I didn't like but it was all good. This is my last day off from work have to be back at work tomorrow. I kind of dread going back to work, but I kind of like it being home with my family has sort of drove me crazy. I got more into creating things. I bought my son, and daughter these build a house kits and my son and I started building this Christmas house when he is not regressing and reliving his past in school with angry outburst he is pretty handy with the put together house art. Two problems the pieces are delicate so with our big hands we tend to break the pieces two pieces I have to glue back but it is okay. The second problem is we can't just leave the house puzzle pieces alone to dry, or nothing because every time we leave the pieces my son's grandma has to be everywhere nd clean off every service including the puzzle pieces. so frustrating the second time she rebroke the piece that was broken that I had drying so now I got to go back and take the dry glue off glue it back and wait another few hours it is wood glue so it does take some time to dry. She messes with everything I was making a model house out of scrap cardboard took me a hour to do the wooden roof using scrap wood she threw the whole thing away and I had already painted it to pissed me off. then I was making different season sculptures with the dry clay I bought she damaged the snowman I made had to redo it and omg just frustrating. Hate not having my own space to create things . Then I figured I have to make a make shift shed/ play house for my daughter to take my creative art outside, but again have to get the proper screws, and things to put it together, I watched some YouTube videos to build quick pallet deck but it looks like I will have to get the proper tools to do it. So I decide to clean out my room shred my documents I I don't need any more and clear out my shelf so at least I can have a small space to put my incomplete art projects and so she can't break the projects shoving them in boxes and stuff so carelessly breaking the projects. In other concerns it has been two days in a row my son has had violent outbursts and it really is driving me crazy I know he can't help it, but damn come on already the past is the past. I kind of look forward to going back to work so I don't have to deal with it. That is why I got him the house kits so maybe he can focus all that anger into creating something he built himself. I am thinking of getting him the model car kits to but I want to make sure he can do the house kits first. It takes focus, patience, and steady hands for the project so just maybe he can lose himself in the project and not his own inner demons. I don't know only time will tell. About work I hate it I am seriously considering looking for a different one maybe work at night I want my daytime to be free to pursue the things I want to create and do including photography, crafts ,model house and later car building and DIY things like a pallet deck and so on. I am depressed today and yesterday but I am trying to make myself feel better by creating things I just enjoy it immensely. If only I can get my outbuilding/craft shed/play house for my daughter put together then maybe my stress would go away and maybe my son's would to.

  • angeldisco 49w

    Finding Meaning

    Finding Meaning

    Elizabeth's Story

    Who called you barren?
    I did
    They did
    We all did

    When I got married
    I knew I had hit the jackpot
    A handsome, rich man of standing
    Zechariah the priest
    The world was my oyster
    Only good things would happen to me
    I was young and naive
    He was kind and sweet
    The best of men
    Making me the luckiest woman alive
    Those early years of conflict and bliss
    Joy in every kiss
    Learning to thrive
    Falling in love
    Coming together as a team
    Felt as good as it could get

    10 years went by
    And sorrow was added to the dream
    Every woman I knew who married when I did had kids by now
    Here I stood alone
    Having everything in the world but the one thing I longed for
    A child

    Zechariah and I clung to the Lord
    With each monthly disappointment
    Sometimes a little less frequent but more agonizing
    I would feel my body change
    A few months would go by
    Only to end in a flood of tears and loss
    Every sound of a baby crying tore through my gut
    Each time a child laughed inside I wept

    And the questions became more intense
    When are you and Zechariah going to have children?
    Maybe you should see the doctor
    Have you done something to anger God?
    Did you disrespect your husband?
    Remember David and Michal
    Keep respectful
    It could yet happen

    I watched in pain as Zechariah was blocked from the Sanhedrin
    And others questioned him
    He was not fulfilling his duty to be fruitful and multiply
    And in their eyes he was disqualified

    And me?
    I was raised to believe
    That motherhood was meant to be my identity
    Wasn't that the definition of a woman?
    The foundation of my social standing?
    I felt like a second-class citizen

    We went through treatment after treatment
    And it felt God stood by silent
    As I felt the stares and the judgments
    Old friends withdrew
    Helpless in face of our torment
    Or frustrated at our lack of repentance from some unnamed sin
    We were so desperate we even called the exorcists
    Anything to fix this
    But nothing worked

    Zechariah and I remained faithful
    Prayed nightly
    I copied scriptures all over our home
    Clung to them tightly
    Stories of Sarah and Hannah
    The beautiful passage in Isaiah
    "Sing O barren woman
    Burst into song
    For more are the children of the desolate woman
    Than of her who has a husband"
    I pondered, I meditated
    Faith blurred into desperation
    Zechariah joined me and encouraged me
    Our love for God and each other
    Became our everything

    Eventually hope became excruciating

    Decades passed
    One day awakened by hot flashes
    Grief revived afresh
    Searing pain through my heart
    The death of a dream
    This was it
    The end of our journey

    Our tears had dried
    Replaced by overwhelming numbness
    We let go
    Pouring our energy into efforts
    To bless all we saw in pain
    Animal or human it made no difference
    We embraced the life we had
    Even though it wasn't what we wanted

    And then ...
    Zechariah was chosen
    It was his turn
    We had felt the stirring of excitement
    This once in a lifetime event
    My husband would meet with God
    At the risk of his life
    And all I could do is wait and pray
    Anxiety fused with anticipation
    All I knew for sure was that my life would soon change
    But I had no idea what was coming

    Butterflies stirred wildly inside
    Waiting became unbearable
    I wanted to fast forward time
    My level of panic approached unmanageable
    This was taking too long
    What in the world was going on?

    When he emerged I breathed a sigh of relief
    But then - he couldn't speak!
    The other priests stirred
    He burst through the crowd
    Gesticulating wildly
    But I knew he wanted me

    I approached, unable to see what he held in his hand
    When he showed me, I gasped
    God said it is now time to be pregnant?
    Now that the energy of youth had passed
    And my heart had let go of my dream
    And it suddenly made sense
    That all I had been through was for this
    I wasn't cursed
    There wasn't something wrong with me
    I was taking my place among the chosen
    Ready to protect this gift at any cost, I went into seclusion

    It was too much for anyone to comprehend
    God's choice of me
    So when my cousin Mary arrived
    Another piece fell into place
    She was young and I was old
    I had faced disgrace, the kind she was soon to know
    I had wisdom to impart, love to give
    I carried the Voice that would cry in the wilderness
    And had the privilege to witness
    The arrival of God in the Flesh

    My pain not wasted
    My disgrace turned into glory
    I knelt I'm gratitude
    And thanked God for choosing me.

    Perhaps in this Christmas season
    You have faced pain, disgrace, suffering
    I pray that in the right time,
    God will also show you the meaning
    What you've been through is a badge of honour
    Birthing through you a Voice
    That prepares others
    To experience the Presence of the One
    Who resurrected my womb
    Took away my disgrace
    And will resurrect you too, removing all shame


  • lakshh 49w


    Christmas ko teen din ho chuke,;
    New year mein bhi teen din baaki Hai,;
    Koi aage ki planning mein dooba Hai,
    Aur kisi ka hangover hi baaki Hai.

    Tum toh karo celebrate,
    Hum yaha khud ke sathi hai,
    Iss saal peene ke liye jaam aur hasne ke liye sathi nhi,
    Par ek soch Hai ki agle saal ek mug coffee se hi pyaas bhujani nhi.

    Yeh saal bhi yaad rahega sada,
    Kyuki pehli baar ki Hai kismat ne itni khafa,
    Jo bhi hua theek hi hoga,
    Usne Kiya Hai toh kuch accha hi socha hoga

  • chandankanyal 49w

    Merry Christmas

    Be My Santa!
    I'll Be Your Wish

  • heavenly_broadcast 49w


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  • sonysehgal 49w

    " Hey ! Do you remember ? Our last Christmas picture !" , she purred , as snow was freezing her lips .
    " Yes !! " , he replied ,as his eyes alight like festive lights .
    " Ughhh ! I wish ,we could re- create it ,again "

    " Well ... It's snowing ." he raised his eyebrow , with a smirk .

    And they did re- create the moment , but camera failed to capture the souls from graveyard .

    #christmastales #christmas #picturec @writersbay #writersbay @writersnetwork

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  • memosfrommomo 49w

    God delights in using the lowest of people
    To show the greatest heights of His glory.


  • ghostlyarson12 154w

    I just edited this one a bit.
    #christmas #snow #winter #presents #gifts #family

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    Christmas (small edit)

    The snow falls slowly down
    As children sing and dance about
    Adults laugh and have a nice drink
    Opening presents under the tree
    Gifts of many in loving arms