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Red Bluff Daily News There is more to Christmas than toys than toys boy. There is mor to Christmas There are joys, And there was a little baby His namd was Jesus. He was amazing. He is our Savior, Even though he was a baby. His name was Jesus. He was kind. He was loving. He was God’s one and only son. His name was Jesus. His adopted father was Joseph. His mother was Mary He died for our sins on the cross. And his name was Jesus. By Ceighlee Fennel, 10, Red Bluff The Carpenter His muscles rippling, Glistening in the heat, Dancing to the melody of A mighty hammer's beat. His stance is one of knowl- edge, Assurance and grace, As beads of sweat trail off His straining face. This marvelous builder, Changed a mass of wood, And shaped it into a comfy Home and it was good. His toil was of anticipation, As he gathered us to his side, And spoke of the wonder of it all, His eyes full and wide. I thought of a tiny Babe born in a manger clear, Two thousand years ago, Surrounded by shepherds near. a too, I imagined how he grew into Carpenter, lean and muscled Giving a sermon on a mount, Appraising the work he had to do. I could not help but think of How he loved and gave, And toiled uncomplaining, To show us the way. By Gerry Olsen, Red Bluff The Gifting Spirit A wintry evening frost gives form to spoken words. A light powder of snow dusts the hilltops and city streets. gloves Overcoats, scarves and worn as weapons of choice. Dressed in plain wrap fashion a woman warms herself near a flaming garbage can. A tattered ankle length coat fringed from wear flatters mittens of thick woolen socks. With a smile and soft hello she extends her hand, begging not for alms, rather in offering a gift of roasted chestnuts to warm chilled pockets. Unfamiliar faces return a smile and a grateful gesture of assis- tance. With a twinkle in her eyes the chestnut lady remains silent. It simply warms her heart to wake their sleeping spirit. Dave Lapierre, Red Bluff Just where did the Christmas tree come from? Just Asking…. And what does the gift-giving mean? tensile? green? Why do we have holly and For who is the red and the What makes us string lights CHRISTMAS POEMS and write letters? And cards to our family and friends? How can we know that we’ve accomplished, Our goal when the holiday ends? Do we speak of the Gift from our Father? Will they know that a Savior has come? Does our hustle and bustle, and baking and fuss-el, Proclaim that God sent us his Son? Have we taken the time to share Jesus? With the hurting, the hope- less, alone? Are there steps we can take, for a difference to make, In the lives Jesus wants for his own? Senia Owensby, Red Bluff Don’t forget the animals at Christmas With the Christmas season approaching fast, let's not forget the spirit of giving. I am sure that the animals at the shelter may be in need of some donated food, blankets to keep them warm, or a forever home. Here is something I hope will touch the hearts of all animal lovers: Dog Shelter Poem Tis the night before Christ- mas and although the town, Every Shelter is full, we are lost, but not found, Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare, We hope every minute that someone will care. They'll come to adopt us and give us a call, “Come here Max and Sparkle, come fetch your new ball!” But now we sit here and think of the days, We were treated so fondly, we had cute baby ways Once we were little, then we grew and we greww, now we're no longer young and we're no longer new So out the back door we were thrown like the trash, They reacted so quickly, why were they so rash? We jumped on the children; don'tcome when they call, we bark when they lave us; climb over the wall We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed, Now we suffer the conse- quence of the errors they made. If only they'd trained us, if only we knew, We'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too We were left in the backyard, or worse let to roam Now we're tired and lonely an out of a home They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-by Maybe someone else will guive you a try. So now here we are, all con- fused and alone In a shelter with others who long for a home The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,with so many to care for they cant't stay to chat They mve to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer, we know that they wonder how long we'll be here We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads Of a home filled with love and our own cozy bed Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears Our friends filled with empti- ness, worry and fear If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the inn, could you help with the bills and fill our food bins? We count on your kindness each day of the year, Can you give more then hope to everyone here? Please make a donation to pay for the heat, and help get us something special to eat Saturday, December 18, 2010 17A The shelter that cares for us wants us to live, and more of us will, if people will give Cyndie Heal, Red Bluff Christmas Children in bed behaving as they should Hoping and dreaming of things to come Reindeer jingles on the roof and then a thud so silent chimney Inside the house nothing stirs Snow flutters down from the Then out pops santa with his knees bent Making sure all are asleep Around the tree presents he puts So then,ho,ho,ho,and back into the street Christmas Day Snowflakes fall and gently land all around is crisp and white everyone smiling enjoying life so grand mother in the kitchen turkey to roast children round the tree play- ing with their toys father in his chair,drink in hand another toast table is set o what a display on goes the hats and crackers to pull say drink what joyful fun and jokes to so full of food,sweets and but before the rest and put up ones feet mothers back in kitchen and at the sink in here head happy thoughts of the day grandparents and friends had a great time night falls,happy Christmas to all and send them on there way Brian Young lives in the UK but has a friend who lives in Red Bluff loves our area