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Dear Father Christmas

Hi everyone, I bet you are all excited about tomorrow, I know I am. I’m doing this blog post early, this week so I get to spend all the festivities with my family, which is what Christmas is all about, spending it with your loved ones. I am taking a couple of weeks off and I will be back in the new year. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. I will resume back here on January 9th 2020. I will now leave you with this lovely poem by C Marritt

Dear Father Christmas,
I write to you today,
This is my Christmas list for you,
From very far away.
I hope I don’t confuse you,
As I’m not asking for clothes or toys.
And I know you’re very busy,
My request is oh so simple,
And elves cannot fulfil this quest,
All I ask is for a visit to my family,
And put their minds at rest.
Just to sit inside your sleigh,
So my wings don’t start to tire,
A lift to my family’s home,
Is all that I require.
So while they are sleeping,
My angel kiss I’d like to leave,
So they can dream happy memories,
On this year’s Christmas Eve.
I await your reply Dear Santa,
I know your sleigh comes this high,
For I listen for your jingles,
In the magical starlit sky.

By C. Marritt

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog, and I will see you all in 2020.


Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss,
If you are my friend, please answer me this:
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot.
So tell me now, and tell me true,
So I can say I’m here for you.
Of all the friends I’ve ever met,
You’re the one I won’t forget.
And if I die before you do,
I’ll go to Heaven and wait for you,
I’ll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything.
There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do,
To have a friend just like you!


Portrait of Fall

Looking out my window
In October’s golden light,
I see a beauty unsurpassed,
A truly lovely sight.

Leaves are saying soft good-byes
As they come floating down
To make a nature’s carpet
Of yellow, red, and brown.

Mountain tops, now turned to white,
Forewarn of winter chills,
While trees, like golden rivers,
Wind their way up through the hills.

Throughout our world’s creation
You will ever find it thus,
Kaleidoscopes of color,
In God’s hand, the artist’s brush.

By Alora M. Knight

Now You’ve Recovered

When you recover, what will you do?
When you recover, will you still be you?
Will you be stronger, will you be new,
When you recover from what you’ve been through.

Can life get better than it was before?
Will you realize your dreams and improve your score?
Will people still remember your name,
Or will they forget you because they’re ashamed?

Life in recovery may not be the same.
The rules may have changed in this brand new game.
You can pick up the pieces and make a new start,
And courage and hope keep you from falling apart.

The world all around you seems different and changed.
Things that once were now seem out of range,
But you can recapture your life and fulfill
The dreams that were lost when you took ill.

The journey to wellness takes time and is long,
And those that get well are exceptionally strong
For depression can kill, but you have survived.
Your goal to recover has kept you alive.

Now you’re recovered, what will you do?
You suffered and conquered and saw it through.
Back from the black and abyss of despair,
It is time to move on; it is time to care.

By Charles A Cino

Have a great week! Be safe and talk.