Point News, 1960 December 1

              The Adventurous Eve
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except me — a brown mouse
The stockings were hung
By the chimney with care
For one to go snooping through
If I dare! .
The glow of the lights
Beaming throughout the tree
Thrust warm rays like sunshine
But I barely could see.
My children were nestled
All snug in the straw
While I was in this house
Getting “presents” for all.
I scampered and scurried
To find something good
But most things were too big
Oh, I’d take them if I could.
I tested the cookies
Reserved for St. Nick.
There was also some cake
I disposed of quite quick.
Throughout the room I found
Fruits, nuts, and candy.
If I could find sharp cheese,
Everything would be dandy.
Up to the mantel
I managed to climb.
Nothing but greens and candles
Could I find.
I was just about ready
To give up the search
When the tinkly of sleigh bells
Set me off with a lurch.
I ran and I jumped
Up over a chair,
And rushed into a cat
Who was sleeping there.
I thought to myself
As I stared at his face
I better get ready
For this cat and mouse chase!
But his drowsy eyes opened
While slowly he said,
“Don’t you know Santa’s coming?
Get back to bed!”
Sandy Barnes
All is Calm, All is Bright
Oh yes! The days before Christmas are a joyous sight—
The multitudes of angry, last-minute shoppers
pushing through crowded department stores,
The obnoxious voice of Bing Crosby crooning,
“All is calm;
All is bright.”
As if anyone there could conceive of serenity
As they buy little plastic Christ Childs to
put under their Christmas trees.
And on the fifth floor (Toy department) is to
be found the Lord God of Hosts—Santa Claus.
He has been sitting in his hallowed place
Since before Thanksgiving and
He’s tired of saying,
“Ho,
ho,
ho!” fifteen million times a day to his little
worshippers.
And the egg nog flows,
And many make their ways to the parties,
And
a
few
make their ways to the churches.
They know that God is ever watchful—
But is he?
And if he is,
Does he like what he sees?
I wonder.
Pat Parker
Message of Christmas
Out of the night a child was born
Who would live and be loved and suffer much scorn.
“Peace on Earth,” the angels did sing,
When to the world came this glorious King.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes and laid in a manger,
The child was ready to greet every stranger.
Shepherds frightened by a bright star,
Came to see Him from afar.
They knelt before Him and praised His name;
The animals about them did the same.
Wise men knelt eluded by myths
And presented Him with precious gifts.
Born of the Virgin Mary,
All the sins of the world He would carry.
Good will toward men was His goal in life
That men should live and suffer no strife.
Today in the world this goal still stands,
That peace and good will reign through the lands.
And so when you hear Christmas bells ringing,
Let the joy in your heart begin singing.
Then the love in your heart will glow
Through the thoughtfulness you show.
Remember the infant so small
Who was born to redeem us all.
Peggy Burdette