Days of yore may long be gone, but memories linger on,

Of Christmases of yesterday, of years that since have gone,

My youth no longer dwells in me, though memories stay strong,

Of times we spent together with caroling and songs,

Of fresh baked cookies, still warm unto the touch,

Of chocolate and marshmallows, and eating way too much,

The fondest recollection is the time of peace and joy,

When into church we’d enter and greet a baby boy,

Who softly in a manger lay, so sweet and of good cheer,

A gift that I remember with a fondness pure and clear,

That little child reminds us all of God’s enduring love,

As we prepare for heaven and our real home up above.


As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. K.L. Hale says:

    My friend, I love old-fashioned Christmas’s. I think you could just write a Christmas poem book! Your words flow straight from your heart filled with faith to bless us all! 🥰❤️

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