A little late but here they are...
Gold Embellishes..and I added
Word Art..one in diaminds and
one in gold. So everyone gets a
little "bling-bling" for the New Year!
I apologize for the unorganized way
I have put these last couple of scraps.
Its just been my frame of mind lately,
its been like this with everything I've
been doing in these past few weeks.
So please bear with me..things will
OK..here is the preview of the
If I dont get a chance to come back here tonight,
Check here tomorrow for another freebie!
This one I'll leave as a surprise..heh,heh,heh!
PLEASE SEE SLIDESHOW ABOVE FOR FREEBIE
One more thing..I was given permission from
Scrapcat (http://scrapcat4914scrapcrap.blogspot.com/ )
to post this poem from her sister, please read:
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I
gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,my daughter
beside me, angelic in rest.Outside the snow fell, a blanket
of white, transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, completed the
magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my
breathing was deep, secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered,
perhaps I started to dream.The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't
too near, but I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear, perhaps just a cough,
I didn't quite know. Then the sure sound of footsteps outside
in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept
to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, a lone figure stood,
his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, perhaps a Marine, huddled
here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,standing watch
over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the
snow from your sleeve,You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..To the window that danced with a warm fire's light. Then he sighed
and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice.
I'm here every night so that your family can sleep without fright.
It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December.
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers.
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', and now it is my turn and
so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, but my wife
sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully
pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live
through the cold and the being alone, away from my family, my house and
my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep
in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother who stand at the front
against any and all, to ensure for all time that this flag will not fall.
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and
I'll be all right. "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you
money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?It seems all too little for all that
you've done, for being away from your wife and your son. "Then his eye
welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own
watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.Is payment enough, and
with that we will trust,That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.
"PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due
to our U.S. Service men and women for our being able to celebrate these
festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe.
Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us.
*(Please forgive the editing..just cant get it right on blogspot)
Thank you Scrapcat and your sister for allowing me to post this lovely
poem and by that allowing me to pass along the word about our troops!
Have a good evening everyone!