I Don’t Wanna Wait for Christmas #magic #security

 

“I don’t wanna wait for December

because every day with you is Christmas

you are my Christmas magic. “

 

 

Every day with you, is new and exciting and mysterious. There is color everywhere red, green, gold, the world is eye candy.

Love, passion and romance, and there’s aplenty everywhere. Couple this with decorations like snowflakes and glittery stars, {and it just makes me feel like grabbing your hand}.

Lovingly throwing snowballs at each other and making snow angels while star-gazing is indeed a romantic dream. We’ll have to go overseas for this one, or head to a nearby Snow City {or maybe no need at all, we can just revisit our inner child and have pillow fight instead}.

So, baby just sit beside me let’s build our Christmas tree and fill it up with lights and gifts and decors then sing me a Christmas carol.

{I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you}

I don’t wanna wait for Christmas magic, let’s make it happen.

Your love is my Christmas magic and it is my security blanket.

Nothing can harm me nor anyone can destroy me. Your love is what fills me in and I am every day in the comfort and security of your loving arms.

So, I don’t wanna wait for December and I don’t wanna wait for Christmas to say
“you are the best Christmas present ever”, then maybe we can kiss under our make – believed mistletoe.

Let’s have a Merry Christmas, my love, in July.

 

Linking to :

kate’s Friday – Fun, Security – https://aroused.blog/2020/07/25/friday-fun-security/

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt, Magic – https://amanpan.com/2020/07/27/eugis-weekly-prompt-magic-july-27-2020/

One December Night (etheree)

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One December Night (etheree)

I

don’t know

how deeply

I miss you ’till

one December night

when bright lights and carols

became pitch darkness and noise

December without you once more

how lonely my nights be over again.

Perfect Christmas Kiss

    I like peanut butter; you  prefer mayo

    I eat everything but beef; while you enjoy a meal of steak

            And I like quiet dinner together but you said conversation is what makes it better

I hate cracking jokes but it is your life I guess

            I always ask for direction; finding your  way is your choice

            I like a walk in the mall;  you’d rather run and stroll              

                         while I’m piling on the comforter; you lay there bare in comfort

                         as I read poetry you’d rather watch T.V.

I can’t find you the perfect gift; you never like my choices

on Christmas eve I’d give you the one thing we always agreed upon

a perfect Christmas eve kiss.

Monday Morning Melts #6

Jade: Do you feel it? The beautiful lights, the easy smiles, and the hint of magic in the air that always makes the holiday season one to remember.

Instead of choosing from one of the classic Christmas songs, I’m offering lyrics this week from a song that’s a little quirkier. To everyone still scrambling for that perfect Christmas gift, I hope this song is a reminder that the perfect Christmas gift is something money can never buy.

Happy Holidays to all of you, my dear friends! I wish you all a season of contagious laughter, unconditional love, and magic to last a lifetime.

PROMPT: Humbug – Owl City

I’m ready to wrap that perfect Christmas gift
But I haven’t found it yet
‘Cause I don’t have a clue what to get you
So I’ll give you my heart, I hope it’ll do

Your Turn:

  1. Share a poem, story, or photo inspired by this week’s song-lyrics-prompt. You can share something you created that was inspired directly by the lyrics or you can share other pieces that coincidentally fit the prompt (for ex: an old piece of yours, or one of a beloved blogger – with permission).
  2. Linkback/create a pingback to this post. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do it.
  3. Tag your post with MondayMorningMelts, so we and your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  4. Most important of all, read and comment on your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).😉

There are no word limits and no restrictions except to stay true to the theme. Creating a brand new post in response to the prompt is also optional.

The goal isn’t to create new content, but rather to share pieces that melt the heart, tickle the soul, and brighten up a typically gloomy Monday. That’s why if you already have a piece that fits this week’s lyrics, or if you have a fellow blogger whose piece you want to share (with their permission), you are more than welcome to do so!

One Summer (David Baldacci)

One Summer

A moment to care…

a day to share…

laughter to spare…

a memory together…

a father, whishing…

A love to celebrate…

a lifetime to partake…

a forever to accumulate…

a recollection to constellate…

a wife, hoping…..

A longing unclear…

a loathing untrue…

a grieving grudge…

a loving sentiment…..

a daughter, missing…

A bid to hold…

a devotion to mold…

a fondness so cold…

a passion so bold…

a son, loving…

A point to reconnect…

a venue to reconcile…

a spot to relieve…

a place to regain…..

a summer, a second chance…

 

That is basically what the book is all about.  A story of a husband, a wife, a son and a daughter; and that one summer, a second chance in life and love for all of them…

I am a book shopper. I go for the traditional book buying. I love books, the smell of it…the texture …as I gently flip each page while reading. For some time. I have been ignoring this book.. (David, my apology)..well you know.. human as we are..we have our favorites …and we only want to dwell around our comfort zone. Sadly though, I thought the works of David are actually outside my comfort zone. Last month after the super Typhoon Yolanda hit the Philippines, I was left with nothing to do (since we don’t have electricity..) so I grab a copy of his book from the bookstore (well because I have finished reading the books published and written by those within my comfort zone..) So my mission….read it… to “pass the time ” (again, my apology David)…

I was surprised to see myself not wanting to put down the book. I wanted to finish it…I wanted to savor each word written…

And well..thanks Heaven…i grab a copy of this..this is one of the most well-written novels I’ve ever read…Why?

 

1. It is visually beautiful

Although books (novels) don’t provide pictures, others will do but very minimal; David was able to create vivid pictures of the scenery in his book, Even if the places in which we will take you were all hypothetically created, still he can bring you exactly to that point.

 

2. Real – Life insights (reality in fantasy)

This novel actually carries an element of “make-believe”….however, insights were all true- to life or real-life…Something that was not made out of the blue. The wife (Lizzie) for instance believing in heaven when she was a little girl, was presented in such a way that even if you don’t believe in the concept of Heaven, you will somehow reconsider it.

He was able to combine reality and fantasy without having to sacrifice one.

 

3. He makes you feel better.

The story evolves in a husband’s struggle to fight for his life with his loving wife beside him. Unfortunately for some twisted fate, his wife died of a car – accident while on her way buying for his medicines.

The idea alone of having to lose someone is unbearable much more losing someone who you have been worried upon when you die yourself.  The point is, despite its totally heartbreaking twists of events, he always makes sure you feel better just after a particularly heartbreaking moment. You don’t need to wait for the last page to have a sigh of relief. And then of course at the end of the story, it makes you feel a lot better. It makes you appreciate life even more. It makes you wanna celebrate Christmas every day. It makes you wanna take care of your loved ones even more. It makes you wanna fall in love again. It makes you wanna learn music (if you’re not a fan of music). It makes you wanna go to the beach (even if you are not a fan of the water). It makes you wanna do things for the first time. And above all, it makes you believe in the “Power of Love”…even more

Contrary to some really sad novels when you can’t seem to get over with the emotional impact of the story; this one is different. Other sentimental novels make you feel so sad for even sometimes; this one makes you smile as you flip through the last page.

Next Mission…Book shopping. Absolute Power, Wish you Well… Total Control….all by David Baldacci

The Guest & Typhoon Yolanda …On Christmas

The Guest & Typhoon Yolanda …On Christmas

Typhoon Yolanda hit (and I mean it, really HIT) the Philippines last Nov. 8, 2013. Who never heard of its devastating effects? Who never helped? Who never prayed? Who never cried? Who never mourned? ….We all did…The whole World did…The typhoon brought us all together as one BIG FAMILY….

Help was overwhelming….prayers were said out loud….care was outpouring…ears were extended to listen….arms were held to comfort…stories were told to unleash….tears were shed…

After one week…it made me think though….if we were able to extend this kind of help now; why do we find it so hard then to pray…to help….to care….to listen….to comfort…….on an ordinary time requiring extraordinary compassion?

The Philippines suddenly became an overnight sensation….international news correspondents came over to cover stories…

In the middle of all of these…somewhere in the far end of the world…in a small and probably less popular city…(it wasn’t hit by the typhoon badly so it didn’t make a name…)…a story is about to unfold..a story of a little girl…an orphan girl…who is, by the way, a wonderful reminder that we could and can actually extend help and care even without a typhoon…another wonderful reminder that even after a devastating catastrophe like typhoon Yolanda, we are still fortunate…fortunate and lucky enough to have our family….our love ones…

Orphans are a tangible reflection of the fear of abandonment that all humans experience. Orphans are at once pitiable and noble. They are a manifestation of loneliness, but they also represent the possibility for humans to reinvent themselves. Orphans begin with a clean slate because they do not have parents to influence them either for good or for evil. They embody the hope that whatever the present situation, it can change for the better. When orphans succeed against all odds, their success ultimately becomes ours. We can look to orphans and say, ‘You see, there is hope for all of us if even this orphan child can overcome obstacles and succeed.’

You see…even if we probably lost everything during the typhoon; there is still HOPE… a HOPE THAT WHATEVER OUR PRESENT SITUATION, WE CAN CHANGE IT FOR THE BETTER or must I say for the BEST…

It is the story of Ally, who despite her present situation manages to keep the spirit of Christmas alive in her heart…..and because of that she will have the best Christmas ever…she will have a wonderful GUEST…a GUEST who will bring her gifts…GIFTS that she will need to battle life’s challenges in the future….and in the end, she will have the BEST GIFT ..the GIFT of FANTASY….for a moment she will have her Father once more…

She will be visited by her childhood heroes so to say…Princess Jasmine, Ariel, Mulan, Belle….and finally baby JESUS…as represented in by a visiting Nun…

Jasmine: Oh by the way I brought you something..a gift…a gift of HOPE .. I am hoping myself too that one day I will find the world I am looking for…and I wish that one day you too will find a place in your heart to hope…to hope that your wish would come true…

Ariel: Thank you.. it was fun……and I also brought you a gift….a gift of DREAM…remember to dream …I always do. ….it is only in our dreams that we make our wishes come true…

Mulan: Its Christmas I know…..that’s why I brought you something…something that will keep you goin.. ….something that will help you make your wishes come true….COURAGE I too have moments when I felt the need to conquer my own fears….but…fear not…remember to be brave even in the presence of fear…

Belle: (turns to Ally) Like Jasmine who brought you HOPE, Ariel with her DREAM, Mulan bringing you COURAGE…little Ally I am also giving you this …a gift….a gift of WISDOM… the wisdom to see the real nature of our wishes… the wisdom to even make it happen…who knows you’ll have a moment with your father soon… its Christmas…just believe .. it will happen.

The Guest…My dear Ally I come to visit you tonight to present you with favorable gifts that you will need to equip yourself and battle life’s challenges…..you have never abandoned me even if you were alone… you have believed in me even if others don’t…you have made yourself happy on every Christmas eve even if you are unhappy for the rest of the ordinary days… you make sure it is special by being joyful…even if being joyful means embracing being alone …I can’t thank you enough….thank you for all the days you wished for Christmas eve….thank you for all the nights you wished upon the stars….thank you for all the time you spent listening to stories of other people even if your story is left unheard…..and finally thank you for taking time with me tonight and the rest of my angels…

   Then BELIEVE…..believe in what your hearts says….it speaks the truth..it sees something our naked eyes don’t see…and to you my dear Ally…I also brought something for you…a gift..a gift of FANTASY…

You see…nothing really is impossible ..so long as we believe in our dreams…..

And oh by the way…did I say…”The Guest” also braved through a storm?  Yes, it did…After the devastating effects of typhoon Yolanda, classes have been canceled…activities have gone through “over-hauling”….and yes….as fearful as we all were…”The Guest”  hit a road bump….it was supposed to be canceled…so many reasons…so many inhibitions…so many tangled versions…so many confusions…

I spoke and said “It doesn’t matter whether we cancel or postpone the show…but it’s breaking my heart  to witness that we are about  to tear apart the innocent dream of every little girl in the show…their dream of making their parents proud of them by seeing them on stage (for some, for the first time)..it will be heartbreaking to see that a nonperforming student’s (who made the cut by auditioning) only chance of making her parents proud of her before she graduates is about to be curtailed….and when everybody else went on a semestral break holiday, the whole cast did not; they were joyfully attending the rehearsals; they sacrificed their “out of town” holiday trips…”

And like the Philippines who went through a devastating catastrophe (but is showing off great recovery); “The Guest” too has gone through a catastrophe of its kind..(but now..standing still and will be …”The Guest” on Christmas..)

As someone said, when we are one in our cause for the young the devil will find a way to break us all apart…but thanks heaven, he did not succeed…and as we HOPE we also believed in PRAYERS…

Thanks to all those who believed in making the impossible possible; those who believed in dreams do come true; those who believed in the magic of Christmas (no dice, there is magic in Christmas…most of what I have and what I am …were products of Christmas eve wishes)…  those who believed in fairy tales; those who believed in the innocent dream of every child…

This is a show that will make us all HOPE again…This show is a manifestation of the fact that HOPE is far stronger than COURAGE…..A show that says…in HOPE we can be the BEST in everything we have and even in everything that we don’t have…

A story that will once again showcase and embody the Salesian spirituality of being one with the young joyfully…

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P.S.

….Keep on HOPING…keep on DREAMING….have the COURAGE …have the WISDOM…and for a moment …BELIEVE…BELEIVE in FANTASY, in FAIRY TALES…Who knows…FAIRY TALES sometimes do come true on CHRISTMAS EVE….(I once wished upon a star on Christmas eve….and it did come true,,)

Hark the Herald Angel – the musicale

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Henry van Dyke said, “Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those who sang the best.”

On an ordinary October afternoon, a group of Mazzarellians, after a casting audition, were chosen to play the roles of singing angels for St. Mary Mazzarello School’s first-ever Christmas musicale.

Nearly all of them could NOT sing or dance.

Two months of intense practice later, December 21, 2012, six o’clock PM—on the exact night and around the exact time when the world was supposed to end but didn’t end, Hark the Herald Angel, a heavenly musicale that was performed live.

Hark asks… “But how can our big God, ever fit into a tiny baby?”

Anya being Hark …Or, in my personal case, how can someone who can’t even sing, possibly play the lead for a musical?

Gabriel invites… “Let me take you to a place called HEAVEN, where everything is perfection!”

Den being Gabriel…And, for me, the musicale really did take us—actors and audience both—to heaven. It was heaven where everyone did their best; where the pressure from all sides pushed us to produce an exciting performance no one was going to forget any time soon.

The angel choir director breaks her silence… “God wants this choir to sing the greatest announcement that has ever been

made!”

Carl being the choir director…Truly, on December 21st, 2012, the world did not end as the Mayans predicted. Instead, the world was awakened to the true essence of Christmas—the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ—by our angelic musicale.

The cast was uncertain about the play at first, but after the whole experience, they didn’t regret a thing, and, in fact, they’re all looking forward to the next one.

THIS WAS LAST YEAR…Indeed, another Musicale is coming….. SOON

Shopping Spree

When others travel abroad they are excited about seeing new places…eating new dishes…experiencing new adventures…meeting new people…learning new languages…. (my list could actually go a long long way..) BUT ME? when I travel abroad..(which I always do with my family) I am excited about only one thing…SHOPPING…

a hundred colored choices

filling my sight in a glimpse;

so delicate, so soft, so elegant

touching you is what I want;

intricately and perfectly laid

choosing is difficult indeed.

I could pick one anyway

knowing you makes me wanna stay;

so close, so smooth, so sweet

touching makes me fall off my feet;

sophisticated and enchanted you are made

making up my mind as I persuade.

should it be the one I adore?

or just bear what my desire could be.

somehow, someway I need to pick

my heart bleeds feeling like I prick;

my mind is truly torn

deciding makes me forlorn.

I can’t make up and decide

seeing furious faces as they hide;

annoyed by million years undecided

messing up everything offered;

by angry ladies as they plea

from fickle-minded shoppers like me.

p.s.

I admit the general rule that every poet is a fool, but I guess every fool is not a poet….you see I would be a fool if I will not say there’s no other way to enjoy traveling than shopping; especially if your pocket is filled with an extra bunch of cash…(that is..if you have..) well I guess you wouldn’t dare travel if in the first place you barely have ….or can you? .. would you?…