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The Kerry Christmas Carol

Brush the floor and clean the hearth, And set the fire to keep, For they might visit us tonight When all the world's asleep. Don't blow the tall white candle out But leave it burning bright, So that they'll know they're welcome here This holy Christmas night. Leave out the bread and meat for them, And sweet milk for the Child, And they will bless the fire, that baked And, too, the hands that toiled. For Joseph will be travel-tired, And Mary pale and wan, And they can sleep a little while Before they journey on. They will be weary of the roads, And rest will comfort them, For it must be many a lonely mile From here to Bethlehem. O long the road they have to go, The bad mile with the good, Till the journey ends on Calvary Beneath a cross of wood. Leave the door upon the latch, And set the fire to keep, And pray they'll rest with us tonight When all the world's asleep.
-- Sigerson Clifford

The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus

The Boy Who Laughed at Santa Claus



In Baltimore there lived a boy.

He wasn't anybody's joy.

Although his name was Jabez Dawes,

His character was full of flaws.



In school he never led his classes,

He hid old ladies' reading glasses,

His mouth was open when he chewed,

And elbows to the table glued.

He stole the milk of hungry kittens,

And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE.

He said he acted thus because

There wasn't any Santa Claus.



Another trick that tickled Jabez

Was crying 'Boo' at little babies.

He brushed his teeth, they said in town,

Sideways instead of up and down.

Yet people pardoned every sin,

And viewed his antics with a grin,

Till they were told by Jabez Dawes,

'There isn't any Santa Claus!'



Deploring how he did behave,

His parents swiftly sought their grave.

They hurried through the portals pearly,

And Jabez left the funeral early.



Like whooping cough, from child to child,

He sped to spread the rumor wild:

'Sure as my name is J…

Washington Irving on Christmas

“Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. ” --Washington Irving

Russian Orthodox Nun Making Snow Angels

This is one of my favorite images of winter.




See many more wonderful images here.

God had a Plan!

Did You Know?


Did you know the reason for Christmas?
Do you know the tree represents life?
Did you know the story behind the nativity?
Did you hear about Joseph and his wife?

Sin is when
You disobey.
We all sin -
We are born that way.
But God had a plan
He sent His Son
A perfect man
And the only One
Who could forgive us
Because He loved us.
He’s the baby you see
In the nativity.

For just like us he was born and died
Yet he never broke the law or lied.
When the breath left from His head,
Three days later He rose from the dead!
Then He returned to His heavenly home
But we are never alone!
He lives in Heaven – the beginning and the end.
He wants you to be His friend.

If this thing you do,
When you die
In Heaven you’ll be, too.
I am not exaggerating.
That’s why we are celebrating.
--Shelby Stuart (grade 5)

Tolkien's Hobbit at Age 75

J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, or, There and Back Again was released to the British public on September 21, 1937, making 2012 the 75th anniversary of its original publication. Three-quarters of a century have now passed since the world was introduced to Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf, Gollum, and Smaug, not to mention hobbits, dwarves (as opposed, Tolkien himself noted, to the correct plural dwarfs), orcs, and the vast, engulfing grandeur of the world of Arda.

Celebrations of the milestone have included translations into Latin (Mark Walker’sIlle Hobbitus aut illuc atque rursus retrorsum) and Irish (Nicholas Williams’s An Hobad nó Anonn agus ar Ais Arís), the Tolkien Society’s monumental Return of the Ring conference at Loughborough University, and, of course the imminent release of Peter Jackson’s film The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.

The word hobbit has become entrenched in our cultural lexicon, not to mention theOxford English Dictionary—parochial but otherwise kind-hearted rural populations …

The Mountains Call: Another Fulton Bryant Poem

A Truly Spectacular Place

In immensely dark caves, Over lightly shaded gray clouds, With amazing spooky waters in the background, Winter cools the earth
From highly held cliffs, Beneath steeply carved peaks, Around undiscovered corners I hear the mountains calling me. 


--Fulton Bryant, grade 6