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Courtesy of telegraph.co.uk

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This is a magical Christmas story from my past.
It was a new beginning for my life in 71′
a new marriage and becoming the Step-Father
of three children was my accomplishment.
 
It was Christmas eve 
just a few minutes before midnight.
We just got home from a trip to a family
gathering in Dallas.
 
It was cold with clear night skies
as we began to hear the sound of sleigh bells
over our home.
 
We all stood outside the front door
of our home in amazement,
as we hear the bells from far away
come closer overhead
then pass over our house
then on to the distance in sound.
 
We could not see anything overhead
but we all knew that evening
truly  St. Nick and his sleigh
had passed
somehow
over our home.
 
 

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A Winter Scene from Cooperstown, N. Y.

Four years ago it was a visit to the Carrol Clinic in Dallas.
My back and hip had been hurting me for some time.
The findings were not good.
 
A Class Four hip.
A crack in my spine bone.
Two disks in my spine fused together.
 
I knew when it happened.
A fall over ten years ago while attempting to trim a tree
in our front yard.
 
The fall at that time resulted in nine staples in my head
and eventual surgery on my knee.
The other injuries laid in wait.
My future in enjoying the rest of my life was in doubt
with the activities I enjoyed so much in my past.
 
My mind went back to Cooperstown in upstate New York.
I was sixteen and working the summer on a dairy farm.
It was part of the “Fresh Air Program” of New York City for young men.
 
I remembered the rolling hay wagon.
Throwing ninety pound bales of hay
eight tiers high on the wagon.
 
I remembered the muscles in my arms
my strong thin waist
with a tan equal to a black man.
 
We worked hard that Summer.
It was the “Haying Season.”
The work went fourteen hours a day
seven days a week for two and half months.
 
Looking back now
I now realize how really happy I was
each of those summer days in Cooperstown.  

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The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
 
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
 
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
 
A Golden-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
 
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
 
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,” 
am I truly loved. 

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Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

Commentary:  Sunday, December 22nd, 2013, Rachael will be nineteen.  She is truly a beautiful young woman, whose beauty goes beyond her outer appearances.  Thank you for today’s special hug that you gave me.  Happy Birthday Rachael!
 
 
 
Her name was Rachael.
She could have easily passed
as my daughter.
 
I met her at a local restaurant.
She waited on our table.
My young past rushed in on me.
 
In my elder years of life
I now believe we can love
more than one woman
in a lifetime.
 
I met my childhood bride
when I was only 17
and she was 16.
It was my first weeks in
basic training in the Air Force.
 
We divorced a year after
I was honorably discharged
after four years of active duty.
We did not have any children
after two and half years of marriage.
 
Since then there have been
other woman in my life up
to the wonderful woman
I am married to today.
 
I have never had children of my own
in now what is my long and blessed life.
I think back many times today.
To those days in Savannah
and the children I never had.
 
Perhaps in a parallel universe
I am this day
hugging the daughter
I never had.
I can only hope so. 
 
 

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Courtesy of telegraph.co.uk

Courtesy of telegraph.co.uk

This is a magical Christmas story from my past.
It was a new beginning for my life in 71′
a new marriage and becoming the Step-Father
of three children was my accomplishment.
 
It was Christmas eve 
just a few minutes before midnight.
We just got home from a trip to a family
gathering in Dallas.
 
It was cold with clear night skies
as we began to hear the sound of sleigh bells
over our home.
 
We all stood outside the front door
of our home in amazement,
as we hear the bells from far away
come closer overhead
then pass over our house
then on to the distance in sound.
 
We could not see anything overhead
but we all knew that evening
truly  St. Nick and his sleigh
had passed
somehow
over our home.
 
 

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Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

Courtesy of Google Image search.

 
The dream returned.
Angels returning in my dreams.
There was a sense of familiarity.
 
Intimate in nature
centered in comfort and peace.
I felt loved beyond time itself.
Never to feel lonely again.
 
Never to have fear again.
It seemed to be a connection
between the two Angels.
 
A dark-headed Mother
and a fair-headed daughter.
They both hugged me.
 
They stroked my face gently.
They both held me close to them.
It was with a great feeling of love
that I felt when I awoke this morning.
 
Angels returning to me
in the night
to let me know
that “Yes,” 
am I truly loved. 

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Courtesy of telegraph.co.uk

Courtesy of telegraph.co.uk

This is a magical Christmas story from my past.
It was a new beginning for my life in 71′
a new marriage and becoming the Step-Father
of three children was my accomplishment.
 
It was Christmas eve 
just a few minutes before midnight.
We just got home from a trip to a family
gathering in Dallas.
 
It was cold with clear night skies
as we began to hear the sound of sleigh bells
over our home.
 
We all stood outside the front door
of our home in amazement,
as we hear the bells from far away
come closer overhead
then pass over our house
then on to the distance in sound.
 
We could not see anything overhead
but we all knew that evening
truly  St. Nick and his sleigh
had passed
somehow
over our home.
 
 

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Courtesy of funonline.in

Courtesy of funonline.in

manwaiting

It was a movie I was watching.
The man was coming home.
He set his bags to side of the door
picked up a bicycle laying on the ground
before entering his home.
 
Though the door his family greeted him.
His wife running up to him
throwing her arms around his neck.
Next to her were his two children
a boy and girl about ages 6 and 7.
 
The scene brought a choking cry
in my throat in a deep realization.
My life was without children of my own.
 
I could not control the flowing tears
that slide down my cheeks silently
while my wife was involved in her computer.
 
So my dear reader
if your life is the man entering this door
be ever so thankful for the blessings
that are in your life.
This is one who would trade
places with you in a second.
 
 
 

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Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

Courtesy of vi.sualize.us

Her name was Rachael.
She could have easily passed
as my daughter.
 
I met her at a local restaurant.
She waited on our table.
My young past rushed in on me.
 
In my elder years of life
I now believe we can love
more than one woman
in a lifetime.
 
I met my childhood bride
when I was only 17
and she was 16.
It was my first weeks in
basic training in the Air Force.
 
We divorced a year after
I was honorably discharged
after four years of active duty.
We did not have any children
after two and half years of marriage.
 
Since then there have been
other woman in my life up
to the wonderful woman
I am married to today.
 
I have never had children of my own
in now what is my long and blessed life.
I think back many times today.
To those days in Savannah
and the children I never had.
 
Perhaps in a parallel universe
I am this day
hugging the daughter
I never had.
I can only hope so. 
 
 

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Taken morning of October 20th, 2012 on Cedar Creek Lake in Gun Barrel City, Texas from the rear of our Lakehome “Oz.”
Between the split of a second 
stood the truth of time.                                                                               
A moment held so lovingly
with the slightest touch
ever fleeting in its hold of light.
 
The answer to all of this
was so clear and without question.
Everything made sense
every pain defined
every love understood.
 
Where there once was blackness
there was now the white of light.
“Oh,” came the answer.
“This is why,” said my mind of creation.
 
If I could just hold this longer
just maybe
it would stay forever
 
this joy
this warmth
this sheer laughter of soul.
 
I embrace thee
Oh fear with courage
prayer and hope
 
for this is where I belong
in the very depth of your love
in this eternity called us.
 

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