The Gnome from Santa’s Home

We now live in an era where there are a variety of worldviews.  For some this time of the year means happy holidays.  For others among us it is a time to celebrate Christmas. These next series of posts are about The  Gnome from Santa’s Home and other tales.  The Gnome has been busy this time of year working on stories on Christmas themes in both poetry and prose.  He also found ‘The Shepherd’s Daughter’ and ‘The Little Angel’.  Another one, ‘A Christmas Crib at Aleppo’, is coming soon.

The Gnome from Santa’s Home

 

The Gnome from Santa’s Home,

Sat across from his table,

He responded to all tasks,

As soon as he was able.

He answered many letters,

He fielded lots of calls.

He helped dear old Santa,

When he had his falls.

Gnome was a jolly butler,

For Santa to have around,

Supplementing the work of the elves,

And cherishing their merry sound.

One job he did enjoy,

Was to call us back,

Beyond the commercial ploy,

To the original Christmas tack.

Always looking for a story,

To delight the young and old,

Of the King of Glory,

The greatest story ever told.

He knew of The Shepherd’s Daughter,

And the Little Angel’s speech,

He’d patted The Kelpie Dog at Christmas,

And the Golden Grain was within reach.

He was onto a new story,

In our world’s trouble spot,

A Christmas Crib at Aleppo,

Better than a violent plot.

He will never cease his searching,

To catch the Christmas story,

For his job is to share the message of Christmas,

With people like you and me.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 19 December 2016

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The Little Angel

We now live in an era where there are a variety of worldviews.  For some this time of the year means happy holidays.  For others among us it is a time to celebrate Christmas. These next series of posts are about The Gnome from Santa’s Home and other tales.  The Gnome has been busy this time of year working on stories on Christmas themes in both poetry and prose.  He also found ‘The Shepherd’s Daughter’ and ‘The Little Angel’.  Another one, ‘A Christmas Crib at Aleppo’, is coming soon.

 

The Little Angel – a back story inspired by the Gospels

 

As shepherds left the angels,

The night that Christ was born,

One shepherd, after a time,

Become quite forlorn.

As he looked upon his flock,

A lamb was gone from view.

He looked across the field,

He looked behind the rock,

He followed a little rivulet,

He looked and did not stop.

At last, he heard a bleating,

Which had his heart quickly beating,

And he followed the sound,

Down and down,

Into a ravine.

When he came upon the spot,

There unfolded a scene.

A dainty little angel,

In bright and glowing sheen,

Was the most wondrous thing,

This shepherd had ever seen.

And as he gazed upon the sight,

He beheld something below,

For there it was, the little, lost lamb,

Under the angel’s toe!

 

“Dear shepherd,” spoke the angel,

“Tonight you saw a sight,

Emmanuel, the Son of David,

Was born to put all right.

He will give hope to the afflicted,

He will welcome each lost sheep.

He is the comfort of the addicted,

The embrace of those who weep.

Although a little baby now,

His day will come to shine,

With the Holy Spirit,

And his reign will be divine.

Go and tell your family,

Before the break of dawn,

For this child’s the hope of hope,

The saviour has been born!”

 

The shepherd thanked the angel,

And gathered the lamb in his hands,

While choruses of angels

Resounded across the lands.

He saddled up his donkey,

He took home his sheep.

He went to his family,

And woke his daughter from her sleep.

Now, the shepherd’s daughter,

Is another tale,

To inspire families,

That peace may prevail.

 

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 19 December 2016

The Shepherd’s Daughter

We now live in an era where there are a variety of worldviews.  For some this time of the year means happy holidays.  For others among us it is a time to celebrate Christmas. These next series of posts are about The  Gnome from Santa’s Home and other tales.  The Gnome has been busy this time of year working on stories on Christmas themes in both poetry and prose.  He also found ‘The Shepherd’s Daughter’ and ‘The Little Angel’.  Another one, ‘A Christmas Crib at Aleppo’, is coming soon.

 

The Shepherd’s Daughter: A back story on Luke’s Gospel

Written for an address at a Christmas Carol evening

 

A mother told her son a story

 

A shepherd returned home from the fields and looked through the curtains:

 

“Zipporah,” he said gently. “Zipporah, my darling, wake up.”

 

The daughter rubbed her eyes and gave a big, slow yawn.

Then, she took her father’s hand and went with him.

He clasped his hands around her waist and firmly, but deftly,

Picked her up and placed her carefully on the back of his donkey.

Soon they met some more shepherds with children and were off.

 

After a time they heard a sound. Soft, at first, as it came across the still night air.

It was like voices. Were they singing?

Gradually, as they neared, the voices were louder, and yes, they were singing a beautiful, joyous chorus of song.

 

As Zipporah and her companions crested a hill they saw it.

There was a cave, glowing with light. The song seemed to be within it, outside of it, all around it.

A happy song it was: “Joy to the world, and peace to all in heaven and earth!”

 

Soon they were so close, to the entrance of the cave.

Again, the shepherd placed his firm hands around his daughter and hoisted her off the mount. The donkey did not even flinch.

Taking her hand, the shepherd led Zipporah through the entrance of the cave.

On some straw, where animals would lay, was a mother. She was half sitting, half crouching. She held a baby and looked, gazed, oh so lovingly, into the baby’s eyes.

The woman’s husband, who crouched near her, looked up.

 

“Come, shepherd’s daughter,” he said.

 

So, she walked over and crouched down.

 

“What is your name, dear one,” said the mother.

 

In a voice nearly trembling, she replied, “Zipporah, mam.”

 

“What a lovely name. Well, Zipporah, meet Jesus. Here, hold him close to your heart.”

 

Zipporah held him, and she was filled with warmth, with joy and love. She felt so special inside and like, like she could tell the whole world.

 

After a time, they thanked the family and headed home.

 

“And that is what parents do, little Reuben,” said the mother to her son.

“They ask their children to hold Jesus close to their heart. Now, Reuben, off to sleep!”

 

As Reuben went to sleep, his mother returned to the scene of the shepherd’s daughter holding Jesus. It was many years since she had made that journey as the shepherd’s daughter. But Zipporah still remembered and still felt the warmth in her heart.

 

And as we hear the story,

We too check our heart,

Can we feel the burning?

Does it make us start?

Start with some enthusiasm,

To spread a little cheer,

A wholesome way to end one

And begin another year.

 

Simon C.J. Falk Commenced 11 December 2016 and completed 19 December 2016

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