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Abe
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Looks like Vero Beach, FL until the end!

0 posted 2012-01-13 10:04 AM



My Christmas Tree

My Christmas tree still grows
In the forest ‘neath the sky
Branches bowed with decorations
Unseen by the naked eye
The kinds of ornaments
You can’t buy in any store
Made from recollections
From Christmases of yore
Nights spent until wee hours
Putting those toys together
Going out late for batteries
Into the wintry weather
The flushed, excited faces
The wide eyes filled with glee
Some old memories of those times
When that excited child was me
Friends and family dropping by
With loads of Christmas cheer
When leaving, shouting wishes
To wish, a “Happy New Year”
Some memories of quiet eves
In front of a cracklin’ fire
A hot toddy, maybe two
Before this Santa’d retire
But friends and family move
And some may really go away
But they’ve a place in my heart
Christmas Eve and Christmas day
For now those kids of yesteryear
They suddenly are grown
They find mates, get married
Have families of their own
Those Christmas decorations
Need not sparkle and shine
For memories bring a beauty
Of a very special kind
So, though I may be alone
And my Christmas tree looks bare
That’s not really true
‘Cause of those memories we share.

Del “Abe” Jones
80s

Poem was presented here. An honor to be included amongst these literary giants >

BLACKWOOD — The Readers’ Theatre Project at Camden County College will present a program of original adaptations of traditional holiday fare during three performances on Friday and Saturday.
“An American Christmas” is adapted and directed by Professor Allison Green, the Readers’ Theatre artistic director. The dramatic seasonal presentation will be a true family affair, including sing-alongs of time-honored tunes and a visit from Santa Claus himself.
Literature from Truman Capote, Francis S. Church, Clement Clark Moore, O.Henry, Del “Abe” Jones and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow will be featured. Songs will include favorites by Irving Berlin; Haven Gillespie and J. Fred Coots; Jay Livingston and Ray Evans; Hugh Martin and Ralph Blaine; and Mel Tormé and Felix Bernard.
CCC’s Readers’ Theatre Project aims to heighten audience experience of books, stories, diaries, letters and other written material that wasn’t originally penned to be performed but does inspire oral adaptation. The readers — who are drawn from the college’s faculty, student body and the community at large — deliver the text from script directly to the audience.
“An American Christmas” will be performed at 8 p.m. Friday and 2 and 8 p.m. Saturday. Each presentation will be given in The Little Theatre inside Lincoln Hall on the Blackwood Campus. The campus is located at College Drive and Peter Cheeseman Road in Gloucester Township.

Del "Abe" Jones
Mankind's greatest accomplishment is not the revolution of technology, it is the evolution of creativity. copyright 1984

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JL
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since 2004-04-01
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Texas, USA
1 posted 2012-01-13 03:38 PM


"And my Christmas tree looks bare
That’s not really true
‘Cause of those memories we share."

This is a very heartwarming read.
So many lines to pull-out to discuss,
but I settled on the close.
Beautiful feelings reading this.

JL

  

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Maranatha!

suthern
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2 posted 2012-01-16 12:45 PM


I like this very much, Abe.... especially the ending. And congratulations on being one of the featured poets!

nakdthoughts
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since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200
Between the Lines
3 posted 2012-01-17 06:33 AM


Abe, a  very heartfelt  writing. This year besides visitng long distance family I decided to  make my tree a family tree of the past with head shots from old photos  given to me by my mother. What good  do all these photos do in a  storage box? Now I can see their faces, young/old, here and gone, on my fig tree in the living room every day, to bring back memories.
Happy New Year, Abe.

M

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