"It was the night before Christmas -
but nobody really was noticing that
I ain't sure anybody even knew that much about -
Christmas
Well I remember even before the whole thing got started
There was a poor couple - looking for a place to sleep at the night
They were a poor couple - from a coal mine
They ducked into a barn
The woman was about to give birth
The man was a good man
The woman was a good - woman
(I never heard anybody say anything about whether she was a virgin
or not or anything like that)
She was a good woman
It was pretty warm in the barn actually
There was a couple of cows in there
they were tired - they put out of lot of heat
Fortunately the man who - I think his name was Joe - he did not smoke
Well, the little baby popped out -
it's an amazing thing that little babies do - and the women do
And the men sorta - kinda - help
That's the big story - getting born
Just getting born is such an amazing - thing -
you'd think we'd all just be nice forever after -
just to get to be a part of it.
You'd think that anybody that ever held a little baby in their arms
-
would be so careful not to ever - do any damage - to another human
being -
or to the creation of which we are so obviously - a part
Well they wrapped him up - pretty cozy in there
When you don't have a whole - whole - whole - whole -
whole way too much lot,
it is surprising how little it really takes to make you feel pretty
warm -
pretty good.
The next day fairly early three dudes showed up
They were Zen priests from the East - some people call them Wise Men
But they were Zen guys - they didn't believe in religion -
they believed in a way of liberation
But I guess they must have sensed something about this little child
They came bearing gifts - a warm blanket - quite a few groceries -
and a mule - to help this family on their way
Well that's about all I know about the story
The boy he did not grow up to found any big religions
with shiny churches - with gold and silver and swords
His story is about a 'world' so much better than this one -
(sometimes we can just kinda p*** on this one)
He didn't do any of that stuff -
He was a child of full of love - talked about love
talked about the flowers - good fisherman!
Sometimes when I get distraught - about our world and what we're
doing to it
I remind myself - that little children like that are being born every day
They may not make a lot of big news
But in their lives - they're kind - they take care of people
They don't blow things all out of proportion
They spread the news
that this life - so mysterious in the heart -
is a wonderful enterprise and should be cherished
I know these babies being born - cause I meet them every day
Some are 12 - some are 23 - some are 38, some are 51, some are 67
They're women - they're men - they're black, white, yellow -
they're every color you can think of
They're all over the place - some of them are 92
So Christmas - if it's anything at all -
it's every day -
it's every night
And even when things look dark -
Way down -
in the human heart -
we all share -
that --
'Life'"
Nothing On This Page Is
'For Sale' .
It's 'For
Wishing' You...
..."A
VERY 'MERRIMENT' CHRISTMAS !"
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