The Grands Christmas

My loving wife jotted down some thoughts about this Christmas to inspire me to write another rhyme. (I love to turn thoughts into rhyme.) We are grandparents and refer to ourselves as Grands. I’m sure there are many like us and share similar feelings during this time of the year. I pray this tale will inspire all of us remember the true meaning of Christmas at this special time of the year, no matter what our state or circumstance.

John Alexander

The Grands Christmas

Our Christmas has changed as the kids have all grown.
They live far away and have kids of their own.

Their children now grownup and leaving the nest.
It’s the way it should be and we know it is best.

It’s now Christmas eve; we Grands warm by the flame.
Our heads flood with memories. It’s just not the same.

We stare at the flames, watch the embers red glow.
We’ll make some new memories, but when we don’t know.

We pick up the Bible on this Christmas night,
And we read of the time when the angels took flight

To announce to the shepherds alone in the field,
That a savior was born, that their souls could be healed.

Our hearts fill with joy, we can no longer mourn.
We remember the night our dear savior was born.

We stand and embrace, then we dance and we sing.
“Let the joy fill our souls, to this truth we will cling.

“No matter our state or our worries this eve,
The Lord is within us, and he’ll never leave.”

Twelve Days of Christmas

Thanksgiving is behind us and Christmas lights are going up around the neighborhood. I spent time at the Dallas Arboretum last week. They have gazebos throughout the beautiful gardens that depict the Twelve Days of Christmas. The displays helped me get into the Christmas spirit, so I’d like to share them with you.

Day 12

Twelve Drummers Drumming


Day 11

Eleven Pipers Piping


Day 10

Ten Lords a Leaping


Day 9

Nine Ladies Dancing


Day 8

Eight Maids a Milking


Day 7

Seven Swans a Swimming


Day 6

Six Geese a Laying


Day 5

Five Golden Rings


Day 4

Four Calling Birds


Day 3

Three French Hens


Day 2

Two Turtle Doves


Day 1

A Partridge in a Pear Tree


May you have a blessed time with family and friends.




I pray you were blessed with a wonderful day of thanksgiving this year as we counted our blessings and thanked the Lord for friends and family. God bless us every one.

Here is a Thanksgiving poem I wrote Thanksgiving morning I’d like to share with you.

Thanksgiving Morning

A peaceful morning coffee, on this Thanksgiving Day;
A day with friends and family; no Santa or his sleigh.

A quiet time, alone with God, reflecting on my life.
The times of joy, the ups and downs, and even times of strife.

I see God’s hand throughout my life with every twist and turn.
It’s clearer now, but at the time seemed harder to discern.

I’m grateful God is patient; even when I’m stubborn,
He lets me go my own way and waits for my return.

He welcomes me with open arms and love I don’t deserve;
That God who set the stars in place and all that I observe.

I’ll thank God for my blessings, for each day of my past,
Until the day my journey ends, at home with Him at last

John Alexander


I post blogs from time to time from my heart to yours. The topics will vary, but they will be shared from my perspective as a Christian, husband, grandfather, friend, creator of technology, writer, and the list could go on. I pray what I share will uplift you and bless you.