Real Neat Blog Award


  
Thanks to Hook, Line, and Inkwell for nominating me for this award and since it is the holidays and I am relaxing I shall be  happy to accept it. 

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Award Rules:

• Thank the nice person who nominated you and ping back.

• Complete the task your nominator assigns.

• Nominate several bloggers—up to seven, if you like!

• Give them a challenge to complete, and share these rules.

• Include the logo, above, in your acceptance post.

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The Task:

Complete one act of kindness (ie. donate something to the homeless or someone in need; help someone carry groceries; shovel a walk way for some one; volunteer somewhere; etc…) and write a post about the experience.

So, I chose to go with a monetary donation this time of year and made an extra donation to Operation Christmas Child from the Sanaritan’s Purse foundation. This charity has a special place in my heart as it provides presents to children in areas of the world where children hardly have the basics for daily life, never mind a Christmas present. For Operation Christmas child you can fill a box for a child of a certain age group and fill your box with school supplies, hard candies, a small stuffed toy or other kind of toy, hair accessories, etc. Operation child will deliver your box to a child in need. They also appreciate monetary donations and fill boxes themselves as well as use the money to support the charity. If you would like to donate to Operation Christmas child or any Samaritan’s purse cause you can go to the website here. Also, you can read about Samaritan’s Purse’s projects to help people in need. 

I nominate the following people to receive this award. You do not have to participate but you can if you like.

1. Stories and Scribblings

2. Passion Through Poetry

3. Conscience Creates Reality

4. Strange Lander 2015

5. Steps Times Two

You are all amazing bloggers who I have had the privilege to read and admire your writing. You make me think and make me laugh. You make me consider things in a different view point then  I usually perceive the world. So thank you so much.

I like Hook, Line, and Inkwells idea of performing an act of kindness, especially at this time of year. So your challenge should you accept is to perform one act of kindness and then write about it when you accept this award. 

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Poem: ” Not in the Moment.”


  
A midnight Christmas poem, to settle you to sleep after turkey dinners and children’s dreams. (A picture of a beach to encourage your own.)

At an hour the moon is magnificently full and round and never will be again for many years. Describe your perfect moment. (Can you see that beach?)

Describe now, what you want to accomplish in the coming year, pass your festive cheer and go on to new beginnings. (In Hawaii?)

Or, go a little easy on the nog or “special” punch so you can think in a half sensical state about what you would like your life to be as you persevere through the night.

You might never change a thing; your life could be exactly how it is in the moment you’re enjoying. Or maybe you would like to experience some changes … (In the surf on a sandy beach walking through tiny waves that lap at your feet.)

Life is full of the good and bad. And no time like Christmas to reflect, the bad ain’t so bad. We are all blessed in this respect.

To have a home, a life, a family, food to eat that is even sweet, and food that is healthful, the wine in your glass, the dog in your lap, and the child who is playing with his toy’s box. (To picture a warm place and learn how to surf…)

Life is pretty sweet but there is room to improve for everyone. I don’t mean to push. I don’t mean to shove. But I am looking ahead with a nod over my shoulder (– is that a shark in the water?)

I’m stuck in the midnight glower of a lamp light, composing poems on the night of Christmas, but I guess Christmas is no more soon. (But I still see a Hawaiin sunset…)

Soon we approach a New Year. Soon we say goodbye to 2015. Soon we drink champagne and dance the night away. Soon we have philosophical conversations at 3:00 am with the next holiday party. (Or sit calmly in a lovely cottage near the ocean?)

But stay, here in Christmas time and the birth of ‘Immanuel.’ Stay for a moment in the serenity of the night and swallow your last bit of nog or punch.( Beach …)

Think of your bubble, the charity and love. Despair of the relatives who won’t leave and the mess to clean. Pour another glass. Glug! Glug! Glug!

Midnight is passing and it means that I must sleep leaving you with merely a thought. What do you want in the coming year?

Beyond Boxing Day shopping. Beyond all the presents received. Beyond all the company. Beyond all the food and the drinks. Beyond the festivity, what more could there be. (A sunny warm place where you can lie on the beach.)

But there is always more and that’s the thing; we have so much and these little moments become precious memories that help us through the new when we look ahead and face problems and deficiencies. 

Time passes on and the grand moon shines. A blaring light at my window and it is bright in the snow, calling to me softly. Where will you go? 

That challenge I suppose waits for days to come in the passing of the year; for now still be of good cheer. Sleep soon. Hangovers get worse each year. (Hawaii is near.)

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Poem: ” Wishful Thinking.”


Some celebrate the season with their loved —

Ones, Some celebrate with their dogs and cats.

Others seek solace in a church and they pray and they —

Sing, of a child born Christmas Day and they,

Remember that child died on a cross when–

He became a man and preached to the poor.

He healed the blind and the lame and he even,

Let Pharisees accuse Him of crimes he never,

Committed because he knew there was more,

Meaning in his death; as there was such joy,

At his birth. Where wisemen followed a star,

And Angels sang his glory, while his Young,

Mother Mary, treasured everything in,

Her heart and rejoiced that her baby would,

Save the human race and defeat death and,

The devil, so that we can all go to heaven.

And be free and eternal, finally perfect,

And praise God for that little baby forever. 

But some don’t know that story, some only– 

Know they have nothing to eat and that they,

Are spiritually weak because they can’t think,

Much beyond each day because they cannot,

See the light in the tunnel, they are suffering.

And thinking to far in advance would make,

Their eyes tear up with sorrows and they can’t,

Be weak if they are to survive the pain.

Some people are alone having lost their loved,

Ones, or they are living far away while,

Their family lives somewhere else and I hurt,

For the people who can’t celebrate with–

Utmost Joy, the birth of a Saviour and have,

The blessing of their family to support them. 

It is Christmas time and as much as we,

Are all together, some people are close,

To falling apart because they cannot,

Be happy at Christmas, they have lost their,

Holiday cheer because bad things happen,

At Christmas too and it’s hard to be full–

Of joy, when you are hurting more then is,

Obvious to other people even;

Though you wish you could be a person,

With only thoughts of laughter and cheer.
Music Video: HallelujahJeff Buckley

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