Christmas Poet Tom Zart's = CHRISTMAS IN AMERICA
by Tom Zart 1/10/2009 / Holidays
Christmas Poetry by Tom Zart
HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS
World War III
Darling I miss you more than words can tell
As the torments of war burden my heart.
I worry about you and how you are
As by conflict we're forced to part.
As death confronts me I witness first hand
Just how sudden life can come to its end.
At any moment war can consume and destroy
Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend.
Determined though fearful I dream of home
Remaining focused, steadfast and whole.
Praying for family, country and comrades
The treasures of my existence and soul.
I suffer pain, remorse and regret
From actions I'm forced to employ.
I have no choice but to do my duty
As my solemn oath becomes my story.
Remind our kids how much I love them
And those moments they cry or play.
I'll be home for hugs and kisses
Hopefully by Christmas Day.
Most of all I pray for words
That portray my need for your touch.
I dream of you both night and day
And sometimes a bit too much.
Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow
Have made family more precious to recall.
I love you so incredibly much
As I serve with honor, God and country's call.
Hope To Be Home By Christmas
NIGHT OF NIGHTS
In the tiny town of Bethlehem
Born in a stable, an infant lie.
While he slept his first dreamless night
A whole universe of stars passed by.
When Jesus Christ our savior was born
Most of the angels began to sing
Of peace, and good will to all mankind
And hallelujah to earth's new king.
There were those angels, who did not sing
For they had passed through the devil's gate.
They knew this young lad belonged to God
And for them salvation was too late.
So let's rejoice, and sing with great cheer
That night when Jesus slept without fear.
For our Lord's birthday comes once a year
On that night of nights we hold so dear.
CHRISTMAS IS COMING
Christmas is coming and I'm all alone
With no one to snuggle at night.
My wineglass is empty to help dull the desire
To kiss you by soft candlelight.
A rare pearl of value, you don 't leave alone
Or someone will steal them from you.
After they've gone and flown far away
It's hard to know just what to do.
I'm watching my neighbors hang lights on their tree
With tinsel and striped candy cane.
I took you for granted and didn't hug enough
And now I must suffer my pain.
Lord, I'm so lonely; I wish I could die
Then be born to relive again.
I realize the value of someone to love
And the danger of my selfish sin.
There's a ring on my phone and a knock at the door
Which do I dare go for?
If neither is you, I'll break down and cry
And again pound my fist on the floor.
I run down the hall and the doorknob turns
As the swirling snow rides on the wind.
There, in my doorway, it's the face I love
Such a beautiful present to send.
Now, I am happy and dancing around
With a permanent smile on my face.
As children are singing their Christmas love songs
And the world is a wonderful place.
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day?
I'm so glad you love my mother
And take time for us to pray.
The last time we had Christmas
You reached for me with your hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish
That I might be just half the man.
I love my father of earth,
And I love my Father of heaven.
It's a lot for me to love, you know
For I'm only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad
I can't help but boast and brag.
CREDIT CARD CHRISTMAS
Christmas is coming and our cards are all maxed
My wife says don't fret, just try to relax.
But her car needs breaks, and mine needs new tires.
Tax time is coming yet, we're still buyers.
For beneath our tree, there's one empty place
Which we'll buy gifts for that will fill up the space.
Cause what fun is Christmas if we can't give out gifts
That kids tear open as the snow outside drifts.
We'll light up the fire, and have a Christmas feast
Say thank you to God, for saving us from the beast.
It may seem silly, but we can't help but share
It's that time of year to show others we care.
Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home
As all who have no one feel sad and alone.
The churches are full of the faithful that sing
For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing.
The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air
While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there.
The windows of storefronts at this time of year
Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near.
Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass
As model trains on display come speeding past.
The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys
With a list in their heart of their favorite toys.
The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk
Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk.
The miracle of Christmas comes once a year
When all that we love seems more precious and dear.
Red, gold, yellow, green and blue
Are the colors of Christmas, which glow.
They help us feel their value within
As we travel our way through the snow.
Red stands for passion, anger or desire
Gold is the steadiness of love.
Yellow is fear of the unforeseen
Green and blue are the stars above.
The luster of Christmas can be yours
Most anywhere at a nearby store.
To purchase and adorn your tree and home
Celebrating life, Jesus and more.
THE KING OF CHRISTMAS
The son of God came down to earth
To be our Lord by divine birth.
Born to a virgin in a stable He lie
Destine to lead, teach, suffer and die.
Satan transformed from laughter to rage
When Christ arrived to destroy man's cage.
A never ending chance to redeem our soul
A new opportunity to achieve God's goal.
Evil doers hate the birth of God's child
They love what is immoral, wicked and wild.
Degrading Christmas wherever they can
Jealous of the joy and rapture of man.
Hallelujah Jesus the king of Christmas night
With a star for his crown bathed in holey light
Christ is our savior who leads by trust and love
Delivering us from Satan to the grace of God Above.
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Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.
George W. Bush
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