"My First Christmas in Heaven"

I thought of a dear friend as soon as I read the title of this poem. Maybe she will find some peace in it. This poem was written by a 13 year old boy who died of a brain tumor that he had battled for four years. He died on December 14, 1997. He gave this to his mom before he died. His name was Ben. I find it very inspirational and hope that someday, I will be able to spend my Christmas there!

"My First Christmas in Heaven"

I see the countless Christmas trees.
Around the world below,
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars,
Reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away that tear.
For I'm spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear,
But the sounds of music can't compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.

For I have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description,
To hear an angel sing.

I can't tell you of the splendor,
Or the peace here in this place.
Can you just imagine Christmas,
With our Savior, face to face?

I'll ask Him to light your spirit,
As I tell Him of your love;
So then pray for one another,
As you lift your eyes above.

Please let your heart be joyful,
And let your spirit sing.
For I'm spending Christmas in Heaven,
And I'm walking with the King!

I know how much you miss me;
I see the pain inside your heart.
But I'm not so far away,
We really aren't apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones,
You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift
From my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory
Of my undying love.

After all "love" is the gift,
More precious than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other
As my Father said to do,
For I can't count the blessings
Or the love He has for you.

So have a Merry Christmas and
Wipe away that tear.
Remember I'm spending Christmas
With Jesus Christ this year!

Ben

Christmas Poem

The day our Savior was born grows near.
Your hearts and souls are filled with cheer.
This holiday is not about good Old Saint Nick.
The message from the Angel to Mary was not a trick.

Baby Jesus was sent from above,
Son of our Father, gift of God’s love.
The three wise men traveled so far,
to Bethlehem led by one shinning star.

Jesus doesn’t want gifts for his birthday
or a stocking hung with treats this day.
He’s not asking for presents under a tree,
like selfish you and me.

Santa is just a story…
Why does he get all the glory?
The kids all wait for a man pulled in a sleigh.
Tell them the story of baby Jesus this holy day.

So during this holiday season
celebrate, but don’t let Santa be the reason.
Bring someone to church this Christmas eve
When they leave they may just believe.

Let your love for Jesus be know all year,
he died for our sins and loves us all down here.
Don’t let the tinsel, lights and trees take away
from the real meaning of this sacred Holiday.

By Mommy Self

Thanksgiving Day Poem by Mama Self

This is the Red Velvet Cake I made to take to the Self's house. I will let you know how it turned out after we slice into it!!!





Thanksgiving Day

As Thanksgiving Day grows more near,
changing seasons bring much cheer.
The things we are thankful for are so clear.

Soon the turkey will be baking,
butternut squash, Mom we will be making.
Foods on the counter, little hand are reaching up and taking.

We are thankful Dad did not roast a duck.
The kids are all running a muck,
in his walker there goes my chunk .

With everyone so excited to eat,
this day is such a treat,
too bad we still have the Arizona heat.

Let us pray and bless this dinner
MMM that Costco pie looks like a winner
too bad it won’t make me thinner

With our tummies all full for the night,
don’t let us Lord lose sight
to hold all that is dear tight.

I am so thankful for all I treasure.
This year has been such a pleasure.
We love you all more than we can measure.