What Are Your Fav X-mas Songs?

Kc says:
Pliz do share...and we can all roll in xmas feelings and joy....If you do also have xmas stories or poems pliz do share too..
A Merry Xmas to all

Paul McCartney "Wonderful Christmas Time"

From Santa Kc
69 months ago
Elizabeth  says:
merry christmas-philly lutaaya
67 months ago
Kc  says:
T'was the night before Christmas, I just couldn't sleep.
So I hopped out of bed and downstairs I did creep.
I went to the kitchen in search of a bite.
If I filled up my stomach, perhaps I'd sleep tight.

The cupboard was empty, the fridge, it was bare.
I searched but I couldn't find food anywhere.
I looked out the window: streets covered with snow;
At two in the morning-- just where could I go?

I spied my computer, I just go boot-up that.
I'll take me online for some Christmas Eve chat.
The modem connected without a delay!
In the blink of an eye, I'd be chatting away.

But-----no voice bid me "Welcome", or said: "You've got mail."
And I thought now's a bad time for my sound card to fail.
My buddy list opened with not even one name.
Is everyone sleeping? Well, I'll go play a game.

I couldn't get into 'Out Of Order' or 'Slingo.'
'Strike A Match' wouldn't work--and neither did 'Bingo'!
The chat rooms were empty! I thought: Wow--that's just great?
AOL picked a fine time for another update.

IM's weren't working. My mail wouldn't send.
I felt so alone. ouldn't find just one friend.
But wait! What's that sound? Did I just hear a chime?
There's someone else out there. Somebody's on-line!

In wonder---I read: "Hey---it's 3:53.
Your friends are all sleeping; that's where you should be".
"Turn off that 'puter. Take your hand off that mouse.
I have a few things to drop off at your house".

"You know I can't stop there while you're still awake.
I have schedules to keep. Come on----Give Me A Break!"
If you really are Santa (that jolly, old elf)
There's only one present I'd wish for myself.

The folks on my buddy list. Those friends far and near.
You just gather them up and bring them right here.
In just a few hours I awoke with a start.
It was only a dream --I sighed, heavy of heart.

I walked down the stairs and there 'round my tree,
Were all of the people I thought I'd never see.
We laughed and we {{{{{{{{{{hugged}}}}}}}}}}} and we just had a ball.
Hmmmmmm--maybe that wasn't a dream after all.
68 months ago
Kc  says:
Navy Night Before
By Major Bruce Lovely
(Printed in the Fort Leavenworth Lamp, 1995)

'Twas the night before Christmas, he lived in a crowd.
In a 40 man berthing, with shipmates so loud.
I had come down the exhaust stack with presents to give,
And to see just who in this rack did live.

I look all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stockings were hung, just boots close at hand
On the bulkhead hung pictures of far distant lands.

He had medals and badges and awards of all kind,
And a sober thought came into my mind.
For this place was different, it was so dark and dreary,
I had found the house of a Sailor, once I could see clearly.

The Sailor lay sleeping, silent and alone,
Curled up in his rack, dreaming of home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured a United States Sailor.

Was this the hero whom I saw on TV?
Defending his country so we could be free?
I realized the families that I saw this night,
Owed their lives to these Sailors who were willing to fight.

Soon 'round the world, the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed freedom each month of the year,
Because of the Sailor, like the one lying here.

I couldn't help but wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve at sea, far from home.
The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

The Sailor awakened and I heard a soft voice,
"Santa don't cry for this life is my choice.
Defend the seas this day, so others may rejoice."

The Sailor rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours so silent, so still, I didn't want to leave on that cold, dark
night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
Then the Sailor rolled over and with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, "Carry on Santa, it's Christmas Day, al
68 months ago
Kc  says:
The Staircase

by Stan Paregien, Sr.
Copyright 1993
It happened back in December of 1878
Out in Santa Fe, even then old and slow.
To this day, no one can begin to explain
What happened that Christmas long ago.

The Catholic sisters of the little convent
Had hired an architect in France to plan
A unique chapel for them that for Santa Fe
Would be inspirational and grand.

However, the French architect badly erred
When no staircase did he design,
Leaving the members of the choir no way
To get up to their loft so fine.

Master carpenters came from near and far,
This architectural problem to grace;
But not one could figure how to build
A staircase in the small available space.

One day a bearded stranger named Jose
Appeared and quietly began the task.
He worked in an abandoned stable,
And his skill he could not mask.

The Sisters of Loretto were skeptical
That the impossible could be achieved.
They left the smiling, dark-eyed man alone.
Had he left, they would have been relieved.

He did not leave, but worked hard
All day long and then by candle light.
Exactly when he finished no one knew,
For he installed it and left by dark of night.

The next morning the Sisters stood before
The staircase, amazed at its beauty.
The carpenter had built a masterpiece,
Far greater than was his duty.

The spiraling staircase made two turns
And had absolutely no support at all.
No nails were used, just wooden pegs,
So they were afraid it might fall.

The wood, experts said, was different,
Not found anywhere in the state.
And no one ever saw the builder again,
So nothing is known of his fate.

That night the Sisters remembered that
Jose means Joseph in the Spanish tongue,
And that this mysterious visitor had been
A master carpenter, quiet and unsung.

The steps of the staircase, they found,
Numbered exactly thirty-three.
That's the very number of years that
Jesus, the carpenter's son, lived, you see.

Over a hundred years have passed
Since that special Christmas day.
And even now you can see for yourself
Jose's miracle staircase there in Santa Fe.

68 months ago
Kc  says:
The Story of Holly and Ivy

The orphanage outside Mill Valley has closed for Christmas, and the children have been dispatched to various homes for the holiday. Only one child, Ivy, is overlooked. The head of the home cannot take Ivy home with her, so she decides to send her to an infants' orphanage some distance away. Ivy suggests that she could instead go to her "grandma's house" ? but she has no grandmother.
Ivy is put on a train, which passes through the town of Mill Valley. While it is stopped, Ivy looks out of the window and notices that, due to a malfunction, the illuminated welcome sign no longer reads MILL VALLEY but instead reads I V Y. She takes this to indicate that she really does have a grandma, and that she lives in that town. She leaves the train, and it departs without her.
Meanwhile, a beautiful new Christmas doll named Holly is standing in the display window of Mr. Blossom's toy store, wishing for a little girl to come and take her home. The toy owl next to her, Abracadabra, treats her with undisguised contempt, and suggests that, since no one will want Holly after the holiday, she will wind up spending the year in the back room with him.
Elsewhere in Mill Valley, Mrs. Jones suggests to her husband that they have a Christmas tree that year, but her husband refuses, saying that it would be a waste of money since they have no children to enjoy it. Despite his words, Mrs. Jones buys a Christmas tree and decorates it.
After a very hectic afternoon, Mr. Blossom's toy store finally closes. Neither Holly nor Abracadabra has been sold. Mr. Blossom is tired from a long day's work, so he asks Peter to lock up the store for him, telling him that he can pick a toy for himself as a bonus. Peter locks up the store, but the key slips out of a hole in his pocket without him noticing, landing in the snow outside the shop.
Meanwhile, Ivy's search for her grandma has not gone well. Feeling very discouraged, she is walking past the toy store when Holly catches her eye. The doll is exactly what she wanted, but she is outside, and the store is locked. She finds the key that Peter dropped, and decides to keep it. Night falls, and she takes shelter in a nearby alley.
The next morning, she returns to the toy store to look at Holly, and overhears a conversation between Peter and Officer Jones, who has been on patrol all night. Peter is distraught about losing the key to the shop. Ivy realizes that was the key that she found, and returns it. Peter goes in to check the store. Officer Jones quickly realizes that Ivy is on her own, and decides to take her home for breakfast.
Peter ensures that the store has not been robbed. Since little Ivy saved his job, he decides to use his bonus to select a present for her, and chooses Holly. Abracadabra, furious that Holly's wish is about to come true, hurls himself at Peter and winds up in the trash. When Mr. Blossom goes to retrieve him later, he has mysteriously vanished.
At the Jones's house, Ivy realizes that they have a beautiful Christmas tree and no children, which means that she has found her grandma. Shortly after, Peter delivers a beautifully wrapped box, which contains Holly. Everyone's wishes have come true: Ivy has a family and a Christmas doll. Holly has a little girl love her. And when they adopt Ivy, the Joneses have the child they always wanted.

~Rumer Godden~

68 months ago
cedric  says:
Once in Royal Davids City.
69 months ago
Kc  says:
Mariah carey - Joy To The World - Live St.John The Divine
69 months ago
Zabde-Ezra  says:
"Once in Royal David's City"-Zab.
69 months ago
Kc  says:
Thz guyz for your contributes...

"Silent Night, Holy Night; Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht"
69 months ago
Eva  says:
Silent nite
69 months ago
Aileen  says:
If you don't love your neighbor

<i>The Lyrics:</i>

There are many people
Who will say they're Christians
And they live like Christians on the Sabbath day

But come Monday morning, til the coming Sunday
They will fight their neighbor all along the way

Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
If you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
If he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
Then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God

In the Holy Bible, in the Book of Matthew
Read the 18th chapter in the 21st verse
Jesus plainly tells us that we must have mercy
There's a special warning in the 35th verse

Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
If you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
If he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
Then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God

There's a God almighty, and you've got to love him
If you want salvation and a home on high

If you say you love him while you hate your neighbor
Then you don't have religion, you just told a lie

Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
If you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
If he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
Then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God

Oh you don't love God, if you don't love your neighbor
If you gossip about him, if you never have mercy
If he gets into trouble, and you don't try to help him
Then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God

Then you don't love your neighbor, and you don't love God

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69 months ago
Aleksandra  says:
The Most Beautiful Polish Carols - Najpiekniejsze polskie koledy
OJ,MALUSKI,MALUSKI- Golec uOrkiestra
Eleni - Przybiezeli Do Betlejem [Koledy Polskie]
Mazowsze - Lulajze, Jezuniu - Lully, lullay, Little Jesus (Polish Christmas carol)
Polish Christmas Medley
Golec - Orkiestra Bóg sie rodzi

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Ukrainian Christmas carols (rec.1947) Ivan Kozlovskiy

Edyta Gorniak & Jose Carreras- Silent Night / Cicha Noc
69 months ago
Kc  says:

Michael Bublé - Baby, It's Cold Outside ! (with Anne Murray)
69 months ago
Kc  says:
I'll be home for Christmas - Michael Buble'
69 months ago
Kc  says:
Beyoncé - Silent Night
69 months ago
Kc  says:
Michael Bublé - White Christmas

Do enjoy....
69 months ago
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