In western Pennsylvania, frigid December afternoons pass  quietly  and it will soon be Christmas.

Ring Silver Bells, Ring Silver Bells…

The Christmas song plays in the kitchen this morning.  The music picks up speed as layers of instruments repeat the theme.

The piano pounds out the familiar melody and the mandolin plucks  an unrelenting   Latin rhythm mingled  with a classy  jazz trumpet and a metal stringed violin.

Ring Silver Bells, Ring  Silver Bells…

Christmas celebrations  linger in snippets and fragments; layered  and overlapped  like  Christmas melodies that  play one by one, over and under each other.

Oh, Christmas Tree…Oh ,Christmas Tree…

Childhood comes to visit me  as the carols continue to play.   I was about ten years old,  a little girl who like to wear blue jeans and flannel shirts. A little girl who liked to play tag and make hide-outs in the woods around our neighborhood, splash in rain puddles, run barefoot and share secrets and laughter with my friends.

Like my three younger siblings,  Patti, David and Tommy, our  anticipation  of Santa Claus  reached a zenith. Christmas was finally here.  I worried that I had not been “good enough” for Santa but everything must have been good  because I did have a stocking full of little treasures  that morning.    What joy!

One by one we unwrapped our gifts. I noticed I had one additional  gift.  An extra gift  seemed strange because in our home gifts were something extraordinary. A steelworker’s family  seldom had more than a couple of small gifts. Each one was a treasure to us.. We giggled and squirmed amid the discarded  wrapping papers.  We tore into the gifts.  OH, Christmas morning is the most memorable time of a little child’s life!

At last,  I reached back into the stocking and removed the last gift – the extra one.  Slowly, I peeled back the layers of paper –  but my smile disappeared.  My gift was a heavy and solid weight in my small hands. It was a shiny lump of black Pennsylvania coal.

I never knew who and I never knew why. But I knew  that coal came from Santa  when a child was very bad that year.

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“I Believe in Angels”

Folks often say Christmas is for children,

skating on ice, building  castles of snow.

Oh, I believe Christmas is a holy birthday!

a time to sit by a warm fire, sing holiday songs.

I believe in shepherds!  and angels!

and Three Kings who delivered priceless gifts.

It’s a joy to be with friends, to give  gifts.

Adults once again become like children,

who look out  the window to see the first snow.

The Ancients anticipated this birthday

celebration that  began with heavenly songs

when the birth of Messiah was announced by angels.

The holy birth was shared with shepherds and angels,

long before mass marketing, tinsel, and glitzy gifts,

The promised Child would heal earth’s children.

Perhaps the plains were deep with snow

on the night of His miraculous birth.

Yes, I believe in angel songs!

In the darkest winter night, listen for the songs

sung by a choir of angels.

The greatest heavenly gift

came  to walk with earth’s children.

As I light the Advent wreath I look out at falling snow-

and remember the reason behind this ancient birthday.

On bleak December days, consider His birthday.

Listen in the quiet night for angel songs.

The birth of Messiah, announced by the angels,

is the reason for exchanging gifts.

I believe Christ’s birthday is truly for children

like me and you who walk in a world of wintry snow.

Every child knows the delight of playing in snow

the joy of receiving gifts in celebration of a birthday-

I believe in birthday songs!

I’m a  child once again as I listen for angels

songs and remember the wise men who brought gifts.

the Anointed Gift from God – I believe in children!

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by Lynda McKinney Lambert.  Copyright 2014.  Revised 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Author of Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage,Available on Amazon.com

Author of Walking by Inner Vision: Stories & Poems (go to Author’s Page to order this book)

Website & Blog: : www.lyndalambert.com

Author’s Page: http://www.dldbooks.com/lyndalambert/

And God said, “Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and years. Genesis 1:14 (NES)