The Story Of Christmas Flower

THE STORY OF THE CHRISTMAS FLOWER

One wintry snowy day

The church was filled with church goers

‘Twas Christmas Day

The crib of King Christ was filled

With throngs of good pious devotees

Harkening like angels around him

And the three Holy Kings

With their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh

Whilst holy shepherds bowing

 Humbly before the Baby King

As Mary and Joseph

Nodded twain ‘Yes’ to the little baby’s

Precious head

Beside the hay bed

To the tunes of drummer boy play

Pa rap pa pum pum pum

Whilst the cattle and sheep

Also surrounded the sleeping prince

To honour with love and peace

Nodding their innocent heads

The crib was filled with people

Both rich and poor

To fill it with gifts heavy laden

Each one carried boxes of best presents

They trundled along with bows and ribbons

To drop beside the holy prince

There were boxes of porcelains, knives, spoons and forks

There were bells to decorate his Christmas Tree

Twinkling fairy lights, stars, holly, mistletoe and tinsel

That flickered away and glistened

 Like a flight of friendly ghost dragons

 With gleaming eyes full of sparkles

Pretty Angels and Nutcrackers decorated around

 The hung up reindeers and sugar plum Ballerina dolls

Dancing to the twilight song and glittery morning stars

Even Ginger man cookies and pretzels

 To decorate the gingerbread house

Also wafted its aromatic scent through the air

Baubles as big as magic glass Christmas Balls

That showed everyone in their lens

Circling around baby Jesus in the crib

Snowflakes and icicles as big as frosty chicken and hens

Boxes and trays were filled with taffy’s and marshmallows

Even the best chocolates and brandy cakes

Bottles of gin, wines, whiskeys and champagnes

Baskets of fruits an array

Pineapple, custard apples, cherries, bananas and apples

 One couldn’t lay off eyes on the

Turkeys, Pheasants, Roast Suckling’s with

Blue glycerine called teardrops

Filled in trays with giant turnips, potatoes and beets

And sweet spice rice full of

Cashews, walnuts, plums, apricots and raisins

 For Christmas feasting!

Toys galore, coats, sweaters and dresses

Fancy bibs, socks and jumper suits for little baby

Even candles in six different colours

Each bearing a love flame

Throughout the rest Christmas Season

As well as during Epiphanytide...Candlemass

A green candle symbolising faith

Blue candle symbolising hope

Gold candle symbolising love

White candle symbolising peace

And a purple candle symbolising repentance

A red candle symbolising communion

All six candles of the Advent Wreath

That was lit up

For the coming of Jesus Christ!

Now around the corner

Was a poor little boy named Ashley

Who loved adventures and loved Jesus Christ

He wished to gift the Prince of Peace a gift

Though hadn’t even a single dime

But didn’t have the slightest inkling

What gift could he possibly bring?

For the precious King

Till he turned his penniless pockets upside down

In his hand me down Mohair Jacket

Wishing for silver guineas to buy a special gift

Only a shilling or pence

For the Christmas King

Maybe a red Rose he thought, or a white lily

A jasmine, geraniums or a golden buttercup

But he thought and thought so very hard

That soon fell into a deep sleep

Beside the gurgling icy fountains

Frozen in the snow

Along the angel grotto of Mary’s Statuette

As he slumped upon a stump

Nearby the sodden rock

He dreamt an adventure in the mist

Of a foggy land

No boy would want to miss one

As special as this

An enchanting dream to treasure

By every adventurer

Hoping to gift something special for the King

He dreamt of a strange foreboding place

As he ventured his torn garments

Indeed changed to royal togs

He carried a silvery lance in one hand

And a shield in the other

He wore a crown around his head

A golden circlet

Embedded with rubies galore

And even had a golden robe that fell upon

His curly bold gold locks on his rubicund face and head

With a special helmet of honour

That hid the strength that filled

His heart inside the Princely vest and armour

All virtues invisible to naked eye

You will soon learn as the story proceeds

As invisible as the inevitable blowing dragon ghosts

Of morning breeze

That enveloped along the chilly air

The sleeping poor boy dreaming in his sleep

Soon Prince Ashley met for real

Three Christmas Dragon ghosts

They promised him they wouldn’t let a soul know

They were on a mission to help him

Find the Christmas Gift to give the King

For they too were off to the village

To get a special gift for them as well as

For the prince in the crib

The funny Christmas Dragon Ghosts

 Were named Peace, Love and Joy

Surely they would give him an invisible ride

Upon their grizzly shoulders

Though the Christmas Dragon Ghosts were invisible

Prince Ashley could very well see them through his naked eye

High above the thicket of the forest glen they flew him over

However they’d have to pass through

Its greedy hamlet

Where lived an old devil Hate

To get to tother side

Would be a challenge I bet!

Because it would rub the old demon

The wrong way

To see them fly through his forest glen

As he was burning always with hate and jealousy

And loved to make people of his hamlet

Just like him

An example of dishonesty and meanness

Cold hearted iron men

Flying through the glen of sadness and pride

For the devil Hate

Hated the good Kind Prince of Peace and love

And anyone who wished to patronise him with

Christmas spirit of giving gifts

Like an Ebenezer Scrooge

Of Christmas Carols or the Green Grinch!

And his ghosts of Christmas

Jacob Marley and the Christmas spirited dragons

Of past, present and future yet to come

With their chains and handcuffs

And their prongs and horns

So said they to Prince Ashley

“Come along and we shall fly you

With our invisible wings of

Christmas Dragon Ghost spirits

So you too shall turn invisible

Just like one of us

Even though our name spells ghosts of good cheer

For the broken hearted and sorrow laden

Here in the land of Hatred

We shall overcome fear

Win love over all misfortunes in the end

And bless all with hope to accomplish

What they came here for

So come with us now

Dear Prince Ashley

Let’s ride the clouds of tar and black smoke

Victory in the end over our fight with the devil

To find light at the end of his dark dungeon

Tunnels”

As they swooshed through the nasty jungle

One could hear the horrid demon

Full of hate

Moan, grumble, snore and rumble

Belabour in his sleep

“MONEY MONEY MONEY”

Was all he dreamt of and nothing else mattered

For he believed love and peace

Was a curse, faith and hope merely Ballyhoo

And Humbug.......

He exhorted to everybody in Hatred Valley

 “Nothing or nobody

Beside Money shall give my people sleep

No! Not even a single sweet dream

Only one filled with nightmares

And blind ponies galloping

Filled with my foul breath full of HATE!”

For his strange hamlet of Hate

Was filled full of Money trees

Growing only notes, dollars and coins

Even people who lived here

Looked like bills and receipts

The little shops of the strange Hamlet Hate

Sold only chunks and blocks

Of Gold and Silver nuggets

With labels meant for their greedy folks

Named ‘Gold Diggers’

However the ghost Christmas Dragons

Named Love, Peace and Hope

You could also call Peace, Love and Joy

Upon eyeing their golden and silver biscuits

All of demon’s Hate fruits of unenlightenment

And benightment

Made them ravenously hungry

Till they finally

 Swallowed up every gold and silver biscuits

Happily one by one

Not a bit of it remained

They finished to full tilt ‘Greed’ of the busy

 ‘Gold Diggers’ that looked like receipts and bills

And their recipes that spelled Disaster

In the glen of sadness and pride

They had a lot of swallowing to do

The folks of the strange land

A bit swallowing pride and sadness

Down their throats

For mysteriously losing their precious

Priceless biscuits of gold and silver bar bells

By the invisible ghosts of mockery

The Gold Diggers looked shameless though

Because all they thought about was

More and more Money and gold

It soon woke up the devil Hate

And with all his gut feelings

Knew at once it was the Christmas Dragon Ghosts

Who had finished all his silver and golden nuggets

His sorry business was no more

He awoke with rage and ire

And red coal eyes gleamed like fire

Wishing to spew out flames through his nostrils

And kill all our invisible heroes

But Prince Ashley took up the cudgels

Luckily his invisible shield was a magical one

He fought the Devil Hate tooth and nail

Along with the Enchanted Christmas Ghost Dragons

Breathing invisible ghosts fumes of fire around

The evil demon

More mightier and flaming than his

This was because

They consumed all his biscuits of gold

And silver called Greed and Sloth

The demon Hate melted like an alloy

By the Christmas Dragon Ghosts smouldering breath

Which was more hot and smoking that his

Breath of hells molten lava

Burned him down like fuel to a fire

That could never quench its greed

For more and more money, gold, silver

And material things

Alas! Piteous human nature that would never satisfy

All things contemptuous and despicable

Leading to moral degradation and guilt

Lies over truth

Glutton over abstinence

Hate instead of Love

But Victory hailed the four blessed pilgrims

You wouldn’t believe the old devil Hate turned

To golden bricks

That fell to the ground in heaps

Proving he was nothing but an evil contorted dream

Soon Prince Ashley

And the Christmas Dragon ghosts

Wooshed away at once

Flying again over rivers and mountains

Of faith, hope and charity

Like a sierra of cutlass blades

Till they decided to rest at the tip

Of the highest mountain peak of the strange valley

On its tip was a patch of snow

As well a patch of a garden

They saw silver and golden pennies

Growing in a little red heart

As soon as they plucked this beautiful flower

From the sodden valley

Its little bunch turned to the loveliest bracts

Almost twelve of them

And petals of a Christmas Flower

They named ‘Coinsettia’s’

This would be a splendid gift for the King

Or the Prince of Peace

They all agreed shaking their noggins together

Then flew by a beautiful fairy her good name Poinsettia

And rechristened the Christmas flower

With her lovely name

The bouquet flower they carried in their hands

Would bring joy, love and peace

Just like the Christmas Flaming Dragon Ghost Tongues

In a foreign language

How glad were the four of them

To take it back home with them

Finally they found the meaning of the Christmas flower

The gift

Christ Red Hearts

That meant sharing

The Christmas spirit of giving what

You were blessed with

To spread

Virtues of love, peace, hope, contentment

Courage, humility, honesty, patience, perseverance

Charity, wisdom, wit and truthfulness

Like the twelve bracts of Christmas Petals

On the Holy Christmas Flower

In tongues of Christmas Ghost Dragons

Winning hate with love

Sorrow with joy

And pride with humility and kindness

To defeat the horrid demon of HATE

We all made him up because we only loved material things

Now reached the boy Ashley

His feet on the ground

In the little grotto of Mother Mary

And looked at her statue with love

He finally had woken up from his strange dream

With a smile on his tainted lips

His lovely adventure he would always

Remember and cherish

Still swishing his invisible cutlass in the air

Soon in the corner of the snowy blanket

He saw a bunch of ‘Coinsettia’s’ growing

Which the fairy christened with her name

Beautiful ‘Poinsettia’

Silver and golden pennies in a little red heart

And happily plucked them from the ground

It symbolised Christ’s Heart

Full of spirits of shining Christmas pennies

So golden and silver

The twelve blessed virtues of goodness

Like the burning flames of tongues

The three dragons of Peace, Love and Hope breathed

Had caused to end the valley of Hatred

And the people full of sadness and pride

Began to repent and make amends

Now people looking like receipts and bills

Stopped to collect from the magic patch

That grew on

Upon the highest peaks of strange sierra of cutlass mountains

Of Faith, Hope and Charity!

They climbed to overcome zealously

Their cumbersome adventure and transform themselves

Into Christmas Spirits of Giving

Instead of greed, sloth, pride and animosities, now

 Fairies with magic wands grew up

Seeing their true faith and courage

Called Beautiful ‘Poinsettia’s’

Christmas Flowers with silver and gold pennies

Ashley took the flowers and lay it down beside the holy crib

Felt richer than any man alive

His gift was known by all to be the gift of giving

The CHIRSTMAS SPIRITS

The beautiful strange story

And true meaning of the enchanted Christmas Flower

We celebrate by eating the body of Christ

The Holy Eucharistic Host during communion mass

The Beautiful Fairy christened

Into his Magic Christmas flower

Named Poinsettias

Meaning Red Heart of Jesus Christ!

To spread the twelve bracts of blessing

Its Christmas spirits

Around the flames of Candlemas Yuletide

Hidden inside our hearts as we share with

Every friend and family member

Bringing fresh the true meaning

Of the Christmas Ghost Dragons

Leaping tongues of flames

In a different language

‘Paix, amour et hope”

Meaning Peace Love and hope Or

‘Paix, armour et joie’

Meaning Peace Love and Joy

The names of the three Christmas ghosts

Of the Past, present and future

Of A Christmas Carol

By Charles Dickens!