They Won't Be Home For Christmas
- by Del "Abe" Jones

Another year, American Heroes Are fighting in a foreign land But hopefully, with an end in sight To this part of life they hadn't planned. They do their duty without question And they all stand proud and tall They are placed there in harm's way As they answer, our Country's call.

They'll get by the best they can
And improvise ingenious ways To find a way to celebrate The meaning of the Holidays. Peace on Earth, good will towards men Is really, kinda hard to do

When all around, there are folks
Whose only wish, is to kill you. There are far too many families Who will never again know the joy That the Christmastime can bring And cruel, wartime can destroy. The lucky will return back home But lives will never be the same Forever changed in heart and mind By humankind's unholy game.

They won't be home for Christmas
And sadly, some will never be But all of them will share one thing That's the war Hero's legacy. So as you gather 'round the tree With your loved ones by your side Think about those, ?over there? While you enjoy, your Yuletide.

Little Girls And Grannies

Little girls and grannies,
A combination that's hard to beat.
They won't let me grow old,
they keep me on my feet.

They stay up late at night
and pretend they're all grown up.
And I pretend that I don't hear
when they turn the stereo up.
I know they're dancing in my heels
with the music wall to wall.
I just can't make them go to sleep
they're having such a ball.

I let them sleep in late
and serve breakfast at noon.
they're still my little angels
no matter what they do.

I let them use my make-up
and try out brand new recipes.
I take them where they want to go
and let them be what they want to be.

We have so much fun
and I love them oh so much.
There's nothing more comforting
than a little girls touch.

I let them do lots of things
that I never would my own,
because I know when I'm worn out
I can send them home.

Reatha Crow

Dear God, are You still awake? Have You got a minute or two? You're pretty good at understanding, And I really need to talk to You.

You see, Mommy came to tuck me in, like she does every night. I was trying to play a trick on her, Since she can't see without the light.

I was going to close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. But when I heard her crying, I didn't dare let out a peep.

She started talking to you, God. Did You hear the things she said? Could You hear what she was saying as she stood beside my bed?

Why would Mommy be so sad? I wondered just what I had done, and then I began to remember it all as she named them one by one.

This morning we worked in the garden, but, honest, I really didn't know that if I picked all those little yellow blooms the tomatoes wouldn't grow!

Charlie and I were trying to be helpers, 'Cause I know that's what Mommy needs. But I don't think she was too happy with us when we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.

Mommy said we should stop for the day, she decided we had helped quite enough. I sure had worked up an appetite...I didn't know gardening was so tough!

We had peanut butter and jelly for lunch and I shared too much, I guess. But I didn't realize until I was done that Charlie had made such a mess.

Mommy said she needed a nap, she had one of her headaches today. She told me to keep an eye on my sister and find something quiet to play.

Well, God, do You remember all those curls you gave my little sister Jenny? We played barber shop very quietly...And now, well, she doesn't have any.

Boy, was Mommy mad at me. I had to go sit on my bed. She said never to cut "people hair" again. I guess I'll practice on Charlie instead.

We sat and watched poor old Albert, I just knew he must be so bored going round and round in the same place all day, wouldn't You think so, Lord?

I didn't think it would hurt to let him out for a while. I mean, mice need exercise, too. By the way, have You seen Albert lately? He's been sort of missing since two.

Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day. She said we needed fresh air. But when Daddy came home she told him he was trying to get something out of her hair.

We thought Mommy needed cheering up, so we decided to brighten her day. But, God, did You see the look on her face when we gave her that pretty bouquet?

We had gotten a little bit dirty, so Mommy said to get in the tub. "Use soap this time," she reminded, "and please don't forget to scrub."

Charlie didn't like the water too much, but I lathered up real good. I knew Mommy would be so proud of me for cleaning up like I should.

I went downstairs to the table, but during dinner it started to rain. I'd forgotten to turn off the water, it seems, and I hadn't unplugged the drain!

I decided right then it was just about time to start getting ready for bed, when Mommy said, "It's sure been a long day." And her face began turning all red.

I lay there listening to Mommy as she told You about our day. I thought about all of the things I had done and I wondered what I should say.

I was just about to tell her that I'd been awake all along, and ask her to please forgive me for all of those thing I'd done wrong.

When suddenly, I heard her whisper, "God, forgive me for today for not being more understanding when those problems came my way. For not handling situations in the way You wanted me to. For getting angry and losing my temper, things I know You don't want me to do.

And, God, please give me more patience. Help me make it through another day, I'll do better tomorrow, I promise. In Jesus' name I pray."

Wiping her eyes, she kissed me and knelt here beside my bed. She stroked my hair for a little while. "I love you, precious", Mommy said.

She left the room without ever knowing that I'd been awake all the time. And God, could we make it our little secret? You know, just Yours and mine?

I'm sorry I was so much trouble today, I really didn't mean to be. Daddy says it's tough being a kid sometimes, but I think it's harder on Mommy than me.

Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening. It's sure nice to know You're there. I feel so much better when I talk to You 'cause You always hear my prayers.

And I'll do better tomorrow, I promise. Just You wait and see! I'll try not to be so much trouble again. But, God, please give more patience to Mommy...Just in case!


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Hygiene Teacher: How can you prevent diseases cause by biting insects?

Jose: "Don't Bite Any!" :)

A lot of people sell just about anything these days. Mostly goods from the mainland. I don't know about you but as for me, they're not really of good quality. They call these stuff imitations or replicas of the original brands. In short their pirated stuff. Yes they cost a lot less than their original counterpart but some items break easily. One may think that you get a lot of stuff for less money but in the long run, your really getting less. And besides there is a reason they sell those items super cheap right? :) Because they won't last untill your next birthday.

I hope gaga arrives before it starts raining. It's a little dark outside. hummm... Hey! I saw this cute short story on the web. Let me share it with you. :)


Six year old Brandon decided one morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out a heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor. He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.

Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted this to be something very good for mom and dad, but it was getting very bad. He didn't know what to do next, weather to put it all into the oven or on the stove. (and he didn't know how the stove worked!)

Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton on to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky. And just then he saw dad standing at the door.

All he'd wanted to do was something good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him. Then walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process.

That's how God deals with us. We to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky or we insult a friend or we can't stand our job or our health goes sour. Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of anything else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us. Even though some of out mess gets all over him.

But just because we might mess up, "we can't stop trying to make pancakes," for God, or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be glad we did. "So don't stop making those pancakes!"

...Nice huh? :) Gaga is already here. Until next time... Goodnight!

The first day of December... More and more carolers rang the doorbell hoping for an audience and some spare change. Some are well prepared with their costumes and instruments, but some look like they just came out of bed and went straight to your house just to bark a few notes and ask for money. Some are even stinking drunk. Oh well... It is Christmas... :)