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Mike
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since 1999-06-19

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0 posted 2000-11-28 11:25 PM

                The preacher called for contributions,
                ...As Christmas was approaching,
                We have a family that's in need,
                ...The poor house is encroaching.

                Next Sunday when you come to church,
                ...Please open up your heart,
                Reach within your pockets deep,
                ...and do your Christian part.

                That night we gathered 'round the table,
                ...Parents and six kids,
                We all must make a sacrifice,
                ...To do as pastor bids.

                I know this means we'll have to scrimp,
                ...For Christmas we'll have less,
                Instead of presents for each other,
                ...Our gifts from God we'll bless.

                We all got out our piggy banks,
                ...And poured them on the floor,
                Mom and Dad gave all they had,
                ...We wished that we had more.

                Each one of us did count our gift,
                ...Forty dollars and a dime,
                We knew we'd give some family,
                ...A glorious Christmas time.

                Next Sunday came, we went to church,
                ...And when came offering time,
                Dad placed in the collection plate,
                ...Forty dollars and a dime.

                No happier family did ever live,
                ...Than us that joyous day,
                Thank you for our blessings God,
                ...At dinner Dad did pray.

                Then at the door there came a knock,
                ...We saw the pastor there,
                He handed Dad an envelope,
                ...Said, because we care.

                We gathered 'round as pastor left,
                ...As envelope was opened,
                Fifty dollars and a dime,
                ...We could not comprehend.

                We never knew that we were poor,
                ...We always had each other,
                Possessed two treasures made of gold,
                ...Our father and our mother.

                Next Sunday when we went to church,
                ...When came collection time,
                Dad placed in the collection plate,
                ...Fifty dollars and a dime.

Startime
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since 2000-10-03

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1 posted 2000-11-29 11:42 AM

BRAVO!!!BRAVO!!!The true spirit of Christmas shines so very bright in this wonderufl poem.

I have a Christmas forum at my poetry site and would love to invite you to post your wonderful Christmas poems there. Just click on the Christmas Forum listed on the left of the screen. I look forward to seeing you there. http://path2riches.com

LoveBug

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2 posted 2000-11-29 02:10 PM

Wow... this is a beautiful Christmas story you've written here. It's amazing how the people that have the least seem to give the most. It reminds me of the poor woman in the Bible who gave her last coins at the temple. Thanks for posting.

"Where there is great love there are always miracles" -Cather
"Love heals everything, and love is all there is"- Zukav

Elizabeth

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since 1999-06-07

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3 posted 2000-11-29 07:06 PM

I ehco LoveBug...this was full of Christmas spirit.

Elizabeth

BloomingRose
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4 posted 2000-11-30 08:36 AM

This one shares the meaning behind the spirit of giving from the heart.
Great poem.
Deb

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5 posted 2000-11-30 10:47 PM

So true! We must give and in giving we receive the satisfaction a lot of people often look over.

great poem!

I was born myself, raised myself, and will continue to be myself. The world will just have to adjust.

I hate your socks. I'd like to burn them!

sweetstuff101
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since 2000-07-27

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OK, USA

6 posted 2000-12-01 04:05 PM

That was excellent!! I really liked that alot. Alot of people go through life not thinking they have enough to spare, and it is usually those you have plenty who never do. This poem really touched me. Thanx for sharing!!

Luv,
Priscilla

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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

7 posted 2001-12-08 07:27 AM

I never knew I was without, until someone told me. I've looked around. I am still not without...

BTTT!

OLIAS
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since 2000-06-20

Posts 1090
Pearl city Iowa

8 posted 2001-12-08 08:58 AM

What a wonderful warming christmas story, straight in my library it goes, thank you for sharing I enjoyed very much.

Merry Christmas,
Olias.

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