Bunnies and Baskets and Eggs, oh my.
All of it going straight to my thighs.
Coconut Cake and Biscuits to bake,
How much more can my waistline take?
Wishing everyone a wonderfully HAPPY EASTER! — Jim (and Red!)
Listening to the cold wind blow,
There’s nowhere else to really go.
Here I’ll be, a new bear to sew,
Waiting for the predicted snow.
Artwork by Georges Lepape
(Image via Garden of Bright Images)
What to do on a Christmas week night,
When everyone else is busy?
The shows are repeats and no sports on,
So I’ll call up my old friend Lizzie!
But wait – she carries that big bad axe,
And the last time I called her hair frizzy.
Just leave her be, so safe we’ll be,
As she sometimes goes off in a tizzy.
So what to do on a Christmas week night,
When everyone else is busy?
I’ll just have some cookies and punch,
And stop when I start to feel dizzy.
Merry Christmas and The Joys of the Holiday Season!
“Fireside Questions for Santa”
With Christmas Day drawing nigh,
I have some questions and wonder– “Why?”
Like, what is it about Santa that makes little kids cry?
And how in the world does he get reindeer to fly?
How high do leaves go when they “mount to the sky”?
How many toys do elves make versus having to buy?
So going to stay up late, or at least I’ll try,
And will hide behind the sofa, on Santa to spy.
I want to face him– eye to eye,
To directly ask the jolly elf guy—
“With no disrespect or meaning to pry–
How is it a fat old man can be so spry?
And get down the chimney without bruising a thigh?”
So busily hanging stockings by the chimney to dry,
While waiting here for Santa with questions to ply,
But for now I’m hungry and will bid “goodbye”,
Here anxiously awaiting the Old Boy to drop by.
Goodness, gracious, me oh my.
I wish that I had some Pumpkin Pie!
Wishing a Merry Blessed Christmas to all– “and to all a Good Night!”
Santa Claus Drying Socks By The Fireside
Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from yours truly, Little Red Bear and the whole backwoods gang of friends and characters! — Jim (and Red!)
“The General Store Christmas”
A present for his father.
A gift for his mom.
A dolly for sister Susan.
A Tonka truck for brother Tom.
A hairbrush for Grandma Betty,
A Sunday tie for Grandpa Bill.
Milk-bones for little Petey,
With a doggie sweater for the chill.
But what to give a horse,
For whom he cared and fed?
Just the perfect present —
A shiny apple for Ol’ Ned!
He’d worked for many weeks,
Saving money for Christmas cheer.
Finding all the perfect gifts,
For those he held so dear.
He’d waded thru the snow,
To Rosebud’s General Store.
Stacking presents on his sled,
Til he couldn’t fit no more.
Heading home, away he went,
Across the countryside.
Pulling his gifts and treasures,
And filled with love and pride.
Awash with Christmas spirit,
He sang happily and free . . . .
“We wish you a Merry Christmas,
And a partridge in a pear tree!”
“Love’s Candle in the Night”
She placed a candle on the windowsill,
Flickering soft and gentle light.
Waiting for love’s return,
On a dark and snowy night.
Christmas lights twinkled,
Glittered ribbons sparkled silvery bright.
While softly sifted snow fell,
Each flake divinely measured flight.
Blanketing tree and bush and road,
The snow covered all in downy white.
No sound of breath or footstep,
Merely winter’s silent might.
Pensive moments passed like hours,
Awaiting heart’s delight.
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The
Snow fell,
On this winter night.
Shapeless forms ever taller,
Drifting, rising to great heights.
Anxious thoughts and worries mounted,
Pondering love’s lost and snowbound plight.
But hope is everlasting and renewed each Christmas Eve,
When love is all around us and comforts winter’s frosty bite.
The candle flame then brightened, sending forth it’s warming glow,
For no amount of wind or snow could forestall love’s return on this joyous night.
Fear and worries then abated,
When love came into sight,
Trudging ever homeward,
Guided by love’s candle in the night.
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