Holiday Writing Contest! Now - Jan. 5, 2010!

Do you have an exciting holdiay story to share? A poem that embodies your holiday spirit? What about wise words in an essay about how you cope with fibro during the holidays?

Share anything holiday-related that's on your mind -- essays, poems, short stories, etc. are all welcome! From now until Jan. 5, leave your entry in a comment below.

Happy holidays!!!

26 months ago
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  • Theresa

    My husband and I will helping out a local VA hospital in the area in which we live now. We feel that it is important to give back. What I am going though with my fibermylia is nothing to what they are going though. Sometimes their families live far away and have no, way that they can leave the hospital that this point.



    We are thinking about going handed out sandwiches. To the homeless. We aren't sure at this point. We want to give back sense we had such a good year for our family..



    All our family members have jobs and homes to live in. We are good health for now and we feel that we have to give back in some form.

    26 months ago

  • Lynnette

    "THE" child was born on Christmas day, and that's the celebration.



    A joyous time to be alive throughout the world and nation.



    This time of year is sad and solemn for those who understand,



    this babe was meant to live and die, and for the sins of man.



    The lovely lights and glistening streets are beautiful indeed.



    no longer does it honor GOD, it now just fosters greed.



    Reach out your hand in kindness as you shop beneath the lights.



    Take a moment from your busy day to reflect upon that night.



    Tell the Christmas story, not the one on TNT,



    but how a child was born that night, and who he came to be.



                                                     Lynnette 1/2/2010

    25 months ago

  • Mike

    Life's Questions


    The Web Poetry Corner - Michael Vognetz - Life’s QuestionsI cry out as another year passes
    And I weep to the father of time
    Life
    slips by and I’ve so little answers
    To the questions that come to my
    mind

    And my questions, well now they have questions
    It seems life
    leads us down the road blind
    With the hope for the answer to questions
    And
    the truth seems, we’ll always be blind

    So then what is the reason for
    living
    Just to live and to love and to die
    Or are these things just merely
    distractions
    Or the answers put into disguise

    I cry out to the gods
    and the angels
    To the sage and the avatar true
    And I beg for a hint at the
    answers
    And they say ‘They are inside of you’

    Well then, where is the
    path I should travel
    Can a man find the truth all alone
    And they say that
    ‘The path you must travel
    Is a path you must find on your own’

    This
    new year, I look on with excitement
    With a warmth and a new peace of
    mind
    For it seems that I do know the answers
    But I can’t leave the
    questions behind

    Without questions then where is the seeking
    It’s the
    hunt on which ever man thrives
    Not the kill or the answers to queries
    From
    the questions, man’s will is derived

    To gain knowledge that’s bound to be
    boundless
    To find space where the wisdom is near
    To reach questions that
    last through the ages
    Are the goals that I’m setting this year.

    Mike

    25 months ago

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