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We have one small snag with the book my friends. We won't be able to use any pictures in the book that you have submitted with your poems that came from the internet......We will have issues with the copyright stuff if we use them......But we are looking into other areas where we can use images.......You can send in pictures of your christmas tree and things like that if you have them......any cute christmas pictures we will consider with your poems.......lights and snow are always good too......try not to send in pictures with actual family members in them as we cannot post them in the book...your cute pets deck out for christmas is ok........so if anyone else has an idea please let me know........ok back to work on this........loves ya asha

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I have a piece of art work I did I could send you a copy .and see what you think

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Poets can also get their kids, and grand kids to submit Christmas drawings

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Oren's Story is fantastic Asha, you know where to put it...

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thank you John, got Oren's story added to the file........thanks for helping

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sent in by Blackfootlady

The Art of Christmas
A Heaven sent project in its' making.
All the Christmas cookies that will be baking.
The Christmas trees decorated in such variety.
Blessing counted by Santa Clauses society.
For I notice a star glistening and glittering from above.
It's a season answered by wishes and love.
I recall all the joy Christmas Day brings.
The Star as a guide for the three wise kings.
Just like a present in a child's eyes reflecting a smile.
Here's Santa again with his reindeer dressed in style.
Across frosted snow banks on a sleigh-bell ride.
Spreading his spirit like a joyous duty that never dyes.
It exist from our soul were Angel hark the Harald's as they sing.
It's lined with toys that Santa's Corporation brings.
Enhanced with eggnog,milk,cookies and those candy canes.
But design for the truest spirit of all Jesus Christ our Lord.
A celebration of the birth of life given to us all like an on-core.
For the Art of Christmas is the gift to hold the next persons hand.
It truly is the Heaven sent joy to spread love through out the land.
A remembrance of three wise kings that knelt to a child in the night.
I still think it was The Star shown brightly that enhanced there sight.

By Blackfootlady 2009©

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To Everyone, Asha and Paul,
are doing a great job, me and Maddi have seen the books interior,
and they have it beautiful with all of your poems, and pictures.
We'll be back late late tonite.
Talk then,

John E and Maddi

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i was wondering if there an image that you guys wanted to use for the back of the book... let me know and as soon as i have it i can put it all togehther

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sent in by carynontherhine
thanks so much.......love asha

Christmas Morning
The morning has finally come. I am only wishing for some. I run to her bed, my confident and nudge her, hurry its time and we know that we must be quiet even though we are thinking of the doll we saw just the other day. I do believe it was poor pitiful pearl which also with it came a bed.

Walking on the ledge of the stairs would not be an easy task and thank goodness it was just this one time of the year, this risk must be be taken without thought and no time for
fears. And as we creep our way down we can only hope our
father would not be there with a frown. We venture to the room where all we could see was the window, the tree barely and toys piled high so high that all I could say to her was oh my! It was not time yet and I said nine and you said ten, now hurry for the stockings but all I could think of was the baby doll in her carriage and thinking I will call her Jen.

Back to the stairs we go but just one more glance as to what was to come, now so happy because there was much more then just some. Now nestled in your bed, we could explore through the long socks that we kept reaching deeper till all of our trinkets were now exposed almost like the pedals of a rose. Pulled apart to reach the end.

Don't talk and do not step too loudly all will come to begin our Christmas day with the family. And now it is ten, daddy is calling us, its time to laugh, to sing, to scream. Daddy I love you, Mommy I love you and thank you for my beautiful things.

I look over at you and we exchange glances, glad we were quiet as it is now time to let Christmas ring and you know later with the cousins we shall sing. For sisters we were and your voice was good but I always felt mine was divine. Just the other day you told me I had a lovely voice and so much better then hers. I could not believe it, she finally admitted I sung better then her! My sister, I love you too. Merry Christmas!!

Christmas Morning
The morning has finally come. I am only wishing for some. I run to her bed, my confident and nudge her, hurry its time and we know that we must be quiet even though we are thinking of the doll we saw just the other day. I do believe it was poor pitiful pearl which also with it came a bed.

Walking on the ledge of the stairs would not be an easy task and thank goodness it was just this one time of the year, this risk must be be taken without thought and no time for
fears. And as we creep our way down we can only hope our
father would not be there with a frown. We venture to the room where all we could see was the window, the tree barely and toys piled high so high that all I could say to her was oh my! It was not time yet and I said nine and you said ten, now hurry for the stockings but all I could think of was the baby doll in her carriage and thinking I will call her Jen.

Back to the stairs we go but just one more glance as to what was to come, now so happy because there was much more then just some. Now nestled in your bed, we could explore through the long socks that we kept reaching deeper till all of our trinkets were now exposed almost like the pedals of a rose. Pulled apart to reach the end.

Don't talk and do not step too loudly all will come to begin our Christmas day with the family. And now it is ten, daddy is calling us, its time to laugh, to sing, to scream. Daddy I love you, Mommy I love you and thank you for my beautiful things.

I look over at you and we exchange glances, glad we were quiet as it is now time to let Christmas ring and you know later with the cousins we shall sing. For sisters we were and your voice was good but I always felt mine was divine. Just the other day you told me I had a lovely voice and so much better then hers. I could not believe it, she finally admitted I sung better then her! My sister, I love you too. Merry Christmas!!

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BONZI BEAR"S CHRISTMAS

Bonzi Bear was dark and he was short,
His hair was curly black , his legs were stout,
He was handsome , but he loved to bawl,
To roll about and roar and crawl.


Bonzi Bear was a tiny tot of Teche,
He used to stretch and stretch and stretch.
He could not reach the knob of the door,
He could not , but fell on the floor.


Then he would bawl and bawl and roar.
Hayeee! Wahee! Wah - wah wah!
Wayee! Ho –ho-ho! And tore his hair,
That tiny tot, that howling Bonzi Bear.


“Hush! Hush! Sh! Sh!” hushed his mother,
But more she hushed, more he holler’d
Wayee! Wahee! I didn’t want to fall!”
Until Susie his twin sister too began to bawl.


“Now look here!” said their father,
“If you continue to yell and holler,
Santa will bring you no gift,
If you two continue to yell and sniff!”


At the sound of Santa’s name,
The two began their roars to tame,
Yeah , Santa likes happy kids around,
He does not want kids to fuss and frown.


Bonzi Bear’s aunt took him to the Fair,
That was held on Christmas eve, My Dear!
She fed him and his twin sister,
They loved the treats and the glitter.


Suddenly, Bonzi Bear started to cry.
Hahee! wah- wah! Tears filled his eye.
“What’s wrong, Bonzi?” asked his aunt,
The more she asked the more he gasped and pant’ .


At last he gasped an answer,O My!
“My belly is so full! “ he did cry ,
Tomorrow, I can’t eat Christmas dinner!”
And Hahee, wah-wah! he again did holler.


“And what shall I do with all those gifts,
That Santa brings on his Christmas trips?
I can’t play with so many all at once!
I can’t hold so many in my two hands!”


Said Bonzi’s aunt, “Hush, Little Man, hush!
Bill next door can’t have a Christmas,
His mother is very ill and dying .
His father is away job hunting.


Ask your dear mother and father,
To allow you to ask Bill to come to dinner,
And share with him your too many toys,
And so give to yourself many joys. “


So Bonzi Bear stopped his crying,
And home he went his parents asking.
Did no more to worry nor be sorry ,
Nor ever again to cry Hahee! Wahee!


“Ho-ho –Ho!” said Santa to Bonzi’s dad.
“Your little man has grown. I am glad!
He no longer screams and bawls, we see,
Hahee! Wahee! Wah-wah! wahee!”

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I have a beautiful Indian Christmas Abstract.

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I have a beautiful Indian Christmas Abstract.

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I've been busy working on a snow poet Christmas village piece of artwork not sure how it will come out but will email it to you and if you think you can use it then by all means I would be thrilled to contribute

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Asha,Never Recieve Your E-Mail Addy.Pls send Now Thank You to:charlenewlcx21@yahoo.com

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Every Message Recieved-Churv

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Such A Gifted Teacher You are.I always learn Something New From You.

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b]POINSETTIA,
OF ALL THE BLOOMS


Of all the blooms at Christmas tide,
We love the Flame Heart most;
Great blobs of red Poinsettia
Pay tribute to a merry host,
Commingled with the snowy euphorbia,
Herald the month of December ,
Whispering tales of virgin birth,
Bringing gifts and mirth beside,
Lest we forget to remember ,
Renew love’s message on the earth.

Great splashes of Poinsettia
Colour the plains of Liguanea,
Bloom below the Wareika hills,
Nestle by many rural rills;
Bright , bright the sign of gaiety
Blazes from the joyful gleaming
Of people in the Yuletide streaming;
Myriads are the city pepper lights
Shining from the giant Christmas tree
In vain with the stars competing
Celebrating from the ornate sky ;
But the red , red Poinsettia
Silently whispers an ancient tale
Of angels singing from celestial veil
A song of glory to God on high,
On the eve of Christmas dawning.



Red , red the Flame Heart, red Poinsettia,
Six months red and six months green,
Commingled with the white euphorbia,
Contrasting in their blended unity;
Of all the blooms of December,
The one we love to favour,
The red, red blooms so bold
With their touches of gold,
Relating the immaculate birth
That Incarnate Peace once came to earth.
[
( Written by Oren O. Cousins ,1995)

BabyDoll that is simple beautiful...........I love it.....thanks for adding this wonderful poem........love asha

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Please don't send me any messages to my shadimelungenar@yahoo mail as it is overloaded.......use my gmail account posted please.........thanks all.........love asha

ashadi9895@gmail.com

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Dear family, here is a few tips on some art pieces that would go really good. Plus any other christmas art you have we will be so happy to get.......

Toy train
santa face
Letter to santa
snowman
snowflakes
christmas tree
angels

hmmmmm. I will think more..........lol
love asha

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Originally Posted by ApaqRasgirl

We have one small snag with the book my friends. We won't be able to use any pictures in the book that you have submitted with your poems that came from the internet......We will have issues with the copyright stuff if we use them......But we are looking into other areas where we can use images.......You can send in pictures of your christmas tree and things like that if you have them......any cute christmas pictures we will consider with your poems.......lights and snow are always good too......try not to send in pictures with actual family members in them as we cannot post them in the book...your cute pets deck out for christmas is ok........so if anyone else has an idea please let me know........ok back to work on this........loves ya asha

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Yes. I know that we cannot use the Internet illustrations, and I know also that you know, therefore , I did not bother to mention it.. It's just that I love to privately illustrate my poems with some of these Internet designs for my own pleasure. I include the Internet illustrations here with the hope that artists may be inspired and motivated to illustrate along similar lines. I regret that I do not have the time nor energy to offer my own designs to be done by myself,and which I am capable of doing.

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BALLAD ACAPELLA ( A Christmas Song))
BALLAD A CAPELLA

Soprano alto tenor bass,
Thus four together blended,
When men their angelic voices raise,
Angels silently attended.
Need no organ symphonious
Need no orchestra ,
Oh Holy Night they sing
Sweetly sing a capella

Ooo-ooh, need no organ symphonious ,
Voices need no orchestra,
A capella they sweetly sing
About a Son in manger.

Hear thou the cattle are lowing
In the pastures a lying;.
Ooo-oh , the alto tranquil soothing ,
Trumpet violin flute bassoon
From their throats rising,
Needs no orchestra;
O Holy Night they sing,
O Holy Night they sing
Sweetly sing a capella.

Shepherds and sheep woke up that night
Oooh , the beasts crooned with delight!
Ooooh , Christ in a manger was born,
The blessed son of Mary.
Magi from the east came.
With their gifts to worship the King ,
O Holy Night they sang ,
Sweetly sang a capella.

O, let all voices joyfully sing
Born to us a Saviour;
A capella harmonious wooing,
Our sweet voices blending ;
No organ symphonious
Our voices need no orchestra,
Joyfully we shall sing :
Oooh- ooo! Ooo- oo--oh!

(Written by Oren O. Cousins, of Jamaica, December 2000)

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