Elvis Sings....King to King

It is truly Christmas when you have both!

O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all the works Thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul! my Savior God, to thee:
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees:
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze:

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee:
How great Thou art, how great thou art!
Then sings my soul! My Savior God, to Thee
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!

Still Counting

And the Grinch with his grinch feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could this be so?"
"It came without ribbons! It came without tags!"
"It came without packages, boxes or bags!"
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Christmas," he thought,
"doesn't come from a store."
" Maybe Christmas...perhaps....means a little bit more!"

Eight Remain

Once upon a time, a man punished his five year old daughter for using up the family's only roll of expensive gold wrapping paper before Christmas. Money was tight, so he became even more upset when on Christmas Eve, he saw that the child had used the wrapping paper to decorate a large shoebox she had put under the Christmas Tree. Nevertheless, the next morning the little girl, filled with excitement, brought the gift box to her father and said,"This is for you, Daddy!" As he opened the box, the father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, now regretting how he punished her.
But when he opened the shoebox, he found it was empty and again his anger flared. "don't you know, young lady," he said harshly, "when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package!" The little girl looked up at him with tears rolling from her eyes and whispered: " Daddy, it's  not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
  The father was crushed. He fell on his knees and put his arms around his precious little girl. He begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger. An accident took the life of the child only a short time later. It is told the father kept this little shoebox by his bed for all the years of his life. Whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems, he would open the box, take out an imaginary kiss, and remember the love of his beautiful child who had put it there.
  In a very real sense, each of us have been given an invisible box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our family, friends and the Promise of Christmas. There is no more of a precious possession anyone could hold.

Ten Days and Counting

In 1914 " The Peace of the Western Front" gave a brief pause in the shelling and gunfire that had given devastation to mankind in World War I. Soldiers on both sides filed out of the trenches into "No Man's Land" and exchanged rations, cigarettes, and hands of peace. It lasted only that Christmas Day,  simply impermanence. The Noel tree is green with color of Hope and it's needles point upward with the wish of higher thoughts. The Star is the fulfillment of the promise that soon the light of the Candle will illuminate the way we will walk. Ornaments and gifts will remain the generosity and giving we can share with one another if we only try. The Wreath that is hung will lay claim to the continuous round of affection that we have for friends and family. Candy Canes and Angels abound the decor as a reminder of the staff of the shepherds, the singing voices that gather and herald the peace that we too can be happy about. The Bell is rung now and reminds us that soon if we only look out we will be able to lend a hand to those in greater need than our own.

Twelve Days of Christmas

We are closing in on a new moment. Anticipation cannot move it any closer, others would wish to apply the brakes. The story of life is a blink of an eye. The story of love is hello and goodbye, so we say until we meet again. The cold and ice has left the change of a new race date, and many now because of the die hard attitude find themselves sick and flu ridden. Yes we are all trail runners, but like either story it all quickly fades.
Maker of this heart of mine
You know me very well
You understand my deepest part
More than I know myself
So when I face the darkness
When I need to find my way
I'll trust in you
Shepherd of my heart
Keeper of this heart of mine
Your patience has no end
You've loved me back into your arms
Time and time again
So if I start to wander
Like a lamb that's gone astray
Il trust in you
Shepherd of my heart
You're the beacon of my nights
Your the sunlight of my days
I can rest within your arms
I know your loving ways
So let the cold winds blow
Let the storms rage around
I'll trust in you
Keeper of my heart
Giver of this life of mine
You're what I'm living for
For all the deepest gratitude
You love me even more
So as I walk through valleys
Listening for the Master's call
I'll trust in you
Shepherd of my heart

Now it Begins

Looks like one Holiday winds down, while a much bigger season begins. The year of 2013 is also coming to an end. Not to get too caught up in what has past, but it might incinerate a new fire of  inspiration with what one might accomplish goal wise in 2014. Much to do about nothing, but what else should we aspire to if not a continuation, or better still, a building upon. Well, for all practical purpose, that's enough thinking for now. Wasn't that productive! Boodini sits on the trail that lies ahead, waiting for me to make forward progress. Let the good times roll.

Please Don't Come Back!!!

There was a jerk, he showed to a party that he was indeed invited to, after all the hosts were gracious. Immediately he played the fool, but then there was no playing. That's just him. His banter, his noise, his rude injections when someone else was talking to another of the presiding family was just really OLD. It is really sad that sometimes in spite of being friendly there is just so much one can take. But in spite of the rage, please leave that rat in his cage, yes, bolted shut! Like his mouth should be. Where's the wire?