Happy New Year,
The Legend of the Poinsetta
It was Christmas Eve.A poor little Mexican boy named Pablo
was too ashamed to join friends and family in church because
he had no gift for the Christ Child.He decided to kneel and pray.
To his amazement, a beautiful plant grew in the spot where he
had knelt.It's flaming red leaves arrainged like a star and it's
yellow blossom like a shining light were God's gift for the little boy
to present to Jesus.
The Poinsetta grows wild in Mexico and was first called "Flower of the Holy Night"'
because of the way it's top cluster of green leaves mysteriously turn red in
December. In 1830's congressman and botanist Joel Roberts Poinsett
brought it to the United States.
The Pine Tree LegendThe pine was mortal,once, like other trees That lift their boughs in the air, Wearing in summer it's green fripperies, In winter going bare. And desolate of birds, But that was in an old, forgotten age, Before the words of Wise Men strung King Herod to such a rage, That his loud armies went About the land to slay the Innocent. Then there was consternation and no joy, In Isreal, Joseph & Mary,fleeing, Into another country with the Boy Came when the day was dying, Houseless to the edge of a green wood Where valorously stood A needled pine that every summer gave Small birds a nest, And half it's trunk was hollow as a cave Said Joseph,"This is refuge..Let us rest." The pine tree, full of pity, dropped it's vast Protective branches down, To cover them until the troops rode past. Their weapons jingling, toward a different town. All night it hid them, When morning broke, The Child awoke And Blessed the pine,His steadfast lodging place, "Let you and your brave race, Who made yourself My rampant and My screen, Keep summer always and be ever green. For you the punctual seasons shall not vary, But let there throng A thousand birds to you for sanctuary All winter long." The story tell us, too, That if you cut a pine cone part way through, You find it bears within it like a brand, The imprint of His hand.
by Robert Herrick 1591-1674
One birth our Savior had; the like none yet,
Was, or will be a like to it.
From My House To Yours,
Have a Joyous Holiday and a very Happy New Year,