Poetry War – The Joy of Christmas Visitors
Today I picked up an old and dear friend at the airport in Gainesville, FL. He’s here for a week of visiting and seeing the sites in Orlando, however, interspersed among the fun trips I have a few planned outings for him from my own agenda.
I think he’ll have fun helping out at the Children’s Christmas Party that my women’s group puts on each year for the underpriviledged youngsters in the area. It’s a great chance to give back to the community and make the day for a room full of kids.
Since he’s a sound engineer and I have some audio equipment that I have no idea how to set up, I’m hoping that he can help me figure out out whether I should set up the surround sound system in my humble abode or if I should just sell it. The quality is high and I appreciate good sound so I’m hoping he gives the thumbs up to a home system.
Last but not least are two days helping me sell things at the flea market. After all, I was barely able to clear the sofa off for him to sleep on and make room for his suitcase. Without help selling excess ‘stuff’ at the flea market I won’t have room for the Christmas gifts he’s planning to purchase for friends back home.
In any case, my greatest joy is having a friend to talk to and share time with for a whole week. It’s a better Christmas gift than I could have ever thought of for myself.
The Joy of A Christmas Visitor
Companionship, warmth,
conversation, shared meals,
Friendship gives life depth.
Trust, dedication
Memories of special times.
Friendship colors life.
I’m pleased to hear that your Christmas isn’t going to be a lonely one. 🙂
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My visitor will be heading back to Canada next Monday, so I may still be alone through Christmas, but I won’t be lonely.
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I interviewed a member of the Greatest Generation once, and asked what she thought people can do to make the world a better place. She said, “Be welcoming.” – thank you for the lovely poem in the same spirit 🙂
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Thanks! I love welcoming friends and sharing time with them. Today another friend visited and the three of us sat around for hours drinking coffee, eating freshly baked bread, and talkng.
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Friends are the gifts we give ourselves. Someone who unconditionally loves us, no matter what mistake we’ve made. Our friends are their to celebrate our victories, console us in our defeats. They speak when we have no voice.
My best friend has taught me more about life than i ever could have managed. She has guided my soul through my darkest hour and has never expected repayment. She knows at the core of her being that i would lay my life down for her.
And still, i sit and I ponder: “why do some people not believe in God?”
Perhaps they have yet to be tested? I don’t know. I do know this, when life walked out on me, my angel delivered me from despair. In the book of Hebrews we are told, “Angels walk among us.”
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Friends are definitely the best assets I could ever have, and even knowing that, sometimes they surprise me.
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