Welcome to my Christmas page. *s* Come on in, kick back and have a glass of milk and some cookies with ol' Saint Nick. Maybe you can even sit on his knee and tell him something you, or someone you know would like for Christmas. *w*

There are millions of children and homeless people who don't have the opportunity to have a very merry Christmas. Say a prayer for them and if you can, help out a stranger.

Here's a poem I wrote for this wonderous season.

The big day is approaching. Yes it's getting quite near. It's almost time to break out the reindeer. The snow's on the ground, the air is quite cold, what an amazing site it is to watch the magic unfold. The skiiers and sleders, the children in the snow, The mothers and fathers, all with little yungins in tow. They don't see Christmas as just presents and money you know. It's snowing and laughing and being with friends. It's smiling and thinking. About what? Well that depends. It could be Mike in L.A. or Dawn in Red deer. It could be that warm feeling, you get in the lobe of your ear. Christmas is God and everything holy. But there's one more thing that Christmas is, just one more little thing. Christmas is love, so let your heart sing. -Eric Zimmerman. December 20, 1997.

I've got my stocking ready for Christmas.. Have you yours?

I thought I might share with you all, a story. It's the story of my favorite Christmas memory.

T'was Christmas morning... and all all through the cabin, not a creature was stirring, everyone was nappin.. as I snuck out of bed, and up to the tree... I got a funny feeling.. and started giggling. tee hee.. I crept past mom and dad's room, past sis's and grams, looked up on the table.. and got distracted by some yams... What tasty delicious food these things are, but I was not yet at my objective, no no, I was quite far. Slithering my way through obstacles many, I got up off the ground, slipped on some water and landed on my fanny. Thank God that cushion did break my hard fall for if anyone had heard me, i'd be nailed to the wall. It's not allowed to wake up early, to sneak out and look at gifts.. Nope, i'm afraid my folks would have several tiffs.. *g* Moving quite slowly, looking at the presents i'd found. I stopped suddenly, "Man what the heck was that sound?" I whispered to myself as I raised to my feet, and you'd never ever guess who's eyes I did meet. Not sisters, or mom's or even my dad's, but Saint Nick's very own.. and he was carrying bags. "But.. you're... how?.. Oh my..." that's all that came out of my lips. He said to me then, "Eric my boy, beside your name are mostly good things, but I see a few new blips" I giggled very quietly and gave him a hug, then motioned him over to the table, for cookies, and milk in a mug... We sat down for a few minutes, just dunking our cookies... me thinking of women.. and him giving me lookies.. *g* The cookies were gone, he stood up to say so long, but I cought him in one more big hug... I didn't want him to be gone. Looking up at him.. his cheeks still quite rosy. He looked oh so gentle to me, so loving, so cozy.I then said to him, "Could you do for me one thing? One small little thing?" He simply winked at me... and then I heard voices begin to sing. Turning around, seeing no one there... Turned back around... he was gone.. Santa wasn't there... The voices sang out, their words very merry, were just loud enough to wake my sister Carrie. Next mom, and dad, my other sister Amy and gram... all looked at me.. and then at the yams... Not knowing what was going on, and there I sat... looking like a moron. A dazed look on my face, as they all tried to speak.. but the sound of the music.. made that will to speak, weak.. All at once, their faces changed from confused to knowing.. Every one of us, even the cat... was glowing. The happiness we felt, was like nothing we'd known, and we each silently thanked Santa and God, for what we'd be shown. That the true meaning of Christmas is not good food or computer games, or a new rope for skipping... The true meaning of Christmas, shown by God, is giving. -December 20th, 1997 Eric Zimmerman

A mouse's Christmas.

Twas the day before Christmas and all through the tree, not a creature was stirring, that is, except me. I crept through the trunk, taking soft steps with care, took that one last step out the door and gasped as my foot found naught but air. I scrambled and clawed and grasped a wee skinny twig. With all this stress in just a few seconds, man, did I ever need a cig. Climbing way down below, quite far for a mouse you know, I raised my wee head and saw footprints in the snow. Prints of rabbits, and foxes and owls. OH NO! I looked this way and that, got buzzed by a bat and once my heart slowed down gave my chest a small pat. For mice have weak hearts for such brave little things. They're constantly in fear of anything with wings. On with my journey, my destination in sight, I picked up my speed and ran with all my might. I stopped all of a sudden, what was that I did hear? I looked up, my jaw dropped, for there were Santa's reindeer. I yelled up "Hey Santa" and was surprised to see, that he had indeed heard me, and was flying towards me. I grinned and I smiled, then my eyes got all wide. Twewlve great big reindeer, 24 hooves. Oh dear God! Hide!!! I jumped out of the way, landed hard in the snow and then was blinded by a nasty red glow. Darn Rhudolf, nearly ran me over, little me. Then after narrowly missing me, blinds me so I can't see. Santa hopped out of his sleigh and approached where I stood as I looked up at him, as stiff as hard wood. He then knelt down and said something to me. He said "Eric, how would you like to take a ride with the reindeer and me?" I smiled and said "Yes, if you won't be going out of your way." He laughed "Ho ho ho. Not at all" he did say. He helped me up and I took my little seat. He had made a chair for me, how cool. Very neat. We took off and and we flew, waaaay up in the sky. I yelled out as he loop-d-looped, "oh dear, gosh, oh my!" To Britain and Scotland, and even Chilli. He even paid a visit, to Australia "Tee hee" For landing in the land down under is not as easy as back home. He had to settle the sleigh down gently, but hit a bump and he moaned. "Have to be gentle on the sleigh my new friend. We wouldn't want one of the runners to bend." After dropping off gifts, some here and some there, we took off once again and caught some wicked air. Back to the north, the greatest land there be. Santa made another corkscrew loop and I shouted out "Help me" I'm passenger and prisoner to the driver from heck. He's likely to crash and i'd hurt my poor neck. Landing quite softly, I had to take back what i'd said. He had taken great care not to injure this mouse's head. I thanked him and winked and hopped off to go home. But looked back one last time and said "May you find peace wherever you roam." That's the story of my Christmas. It's one hundred percent true. Do you really think this mouse is keen enough to make up this fib to tell you? *grins* Merry Christmas everyone!!!

Poem by Eric Zimmerman

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