Listen to the bells
Written after walking home through the frosty village after the Midnight Service on Christmas Eve, and hearing the bells from all the churches through the valley carried faintly on the wind. Several years ago now!
I Found Christmas
Most of us hide our deep-dark pain behind the Christmas trees lights and show sparkle to the world. But it’s in those very darkness that we find Christ who is the essence of Christmas.
A Christmas Thought
Here, the author is reflecting on the radical change during his lifetime on how signs of Christmas have disappeared from American public life. Feel free to use this poem; please include the author's name. [email protected] Thank you. Robert Deimel
The True Meaning Of Christmas
I wrote this poem several years ago after taking my son Christmas shopping with me. While in the mall I couldn't help but notice none of the decorations had anything to do with the true meaning of Christmas.