Little SnowBelle Snowflake

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Little SnowBelle Snowflake, she
Fell out of the sky so grey
Following all of her friends
On this Christmas wintery day

Oh! Sweet little white Snowflake
Catch uppity up up up
Open wide your snowy arms
Fly, oh! no back up, back up

I’m flying, flying, flying
In, out, wait for me, me, me
Where are you, the sky’s all white
Snow’s in my eyes, I can’t see

Ow, bang, bump, ouchity ouch
Something spiky-green reached out
And now she’s hidden from view
Little frozen tears about

Whiter, the day grew so dim
And little SnowBelle, she cried
Cried herself to the night’s sleep
But morning sun, her tears dried

So lost, wondering what to do
All of her friends had long gone
Christmastime, a joyful time
Was happening without Belle’s song

Then suddenly she did hear
Laughter, fun and Christmas glee
Little children hanging lights
Upon her new Christmas tree

Then she saw how beautiful
In being lost, she’d become
The others, they had melted
She meanwhile glistened and sung

Sung because they had placed her
Way, way up, up, up atop
Of the dear old Christmas tree
No more to fly and then drop

© 2015 – present Liana Wendy Howarth


Childhood Memories of England (Reliving Old Christmas Posts)

Little Robin in Snow
As I write this, I am all grown up
But they still remain with me
The memories of England
Even though I’m all grown up

White Christmas, holly and cousins,
Presents and laughter
Seasons that change
And pocket money in tins

Sitting on Nana’s bed
So high in the air
Counting my fortune
Enough of that said

Snowdrops and daffodils
A baby lamb in my arms
Not soft like it looks
Squares of hay on the hills

Little thatched cottages
Rose gardens and rakes
Cobbled lanes
My life in different stages

But most of all
I remember the snow
The soft falling of snow
On our trees so tall

Snowmen and carrots
Mittens and gloves
Wellington boots
I miss them lots

But these are all memories
Hidden far away
And like a book
Can be opened
Day after day

Now I have my own children
And the present will be their memories
I hope they will be as special as mine are
Memories to draw on, when they’re women and men

But where I had snow
White Christmas and cold
I wonder what they will remember
And the places they will go

As long as they remember ……. love
Because that’s what I feel
With my memories
My childhood memories ……. love

A great big ship was looming in my future
That carried me across the seas
But my family was with me
So my memories stayed behind
Still ……. I brought them with me. A ten year old child.

© 2013 – present Liana Wendy Howarth

British Post Box in Winter


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Dear family and friends,
It’s been a very busy, beautiful year filled with much love; but also life’s tears.
The highlight for us was the stunning wedding six months ago, where two precious hearts became one.
Life is a gift.
A gift we are given.
To find another to love, is a blessing beyond love.
Some of you don’t celebrate Christmas.
I still send wishes to you for a wonderful season.
Some don’t celebrate because they don’t know Jesus.
Others because they do, and believe it’s too worldly.
I’ve been in both places.
We have a very simple one now.
In saying all of this, I send Christmas blessings, and much love across the miles.
The oceans that separate us, or the few streets around town.
I want you to know how very much you mean to me.
Each of you in different ways.
Some I’ve grown very close to, you know who you are.
You’ve walked with me through the valley.
You’ve shared the joy on the mountaintop.
Others … just a hello here and there.
But you are all precious, and I’m so thankful for each and every one of you.

Have a beautiful Christmas with your loved ones.
Know that you are loved.
You have a heavenly Father.
He’s waiting for you.
He wants to bring Jesus into your life, as your Lord and Saviour.
May you hear Him calling your name.
May 2019 bring much healing where needed.
Love Liana.

PS … I’ve attached a little ‘surprise’ for you. You’ll certainly be surprised when you hear it lol!!
I absolutely love the hymn ‘O Holy Night’ … rarely a time goes past, and a tear doesn’t fall. So I wanted to sing it, and add it to my Christmas letter. I found some instrumental music with the lyrics on YouTube and sang over it. Then I was concerned about copyright. So back to the drawing board. I thought maybe I could just have the lyrics on the screen, and mute it. That was a mission in itself. Between trying to push the record button on my phone, and the play button on YouTube, only to find each and every version played at varying speeds, and with different lyrics. I kept getting ahead of myself. Sounds like my life. Anyway between that issue, I had these to also contend with … trying to record, so that no cars passed by our house, the cats or family didn’t want something, messages didn’t come in (with their arrival ping on the phone) etc etc at the same time … Like I said, a mission. On top of that I haven’t operatic lungs lol!! Finally it came to me, why don’t I just look for the lyrics on Google, and sing it at my own pace, which I did. Isn’t that just like … ‘All I need to do is look at the Word’. Big lesson in all of this. I hope you like it. It took quite a few attempts.

© 2018 Liana Wendy Howarth

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour’s birth.

Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
Till He appear’d and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born;
O night divine, O night, O night Divine.

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here come the wise men from the Orient land.

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.

He knows our need, to our weaknesses no stranger,
Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease.

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.

Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
His power and glory evermore proclaim.

John Sullivan Dwight’s version 1855

Oh! How I Love December

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I wrote this a couple of years; but it’s time to post again … With a few additions and subtractions and a year full of many difficult trials and wonderful blessings linking each moment together, I send this out with my love and appreciation for you all. Please take the time to look through my books and listen to the beautifully recorded songs below.

Oh! How I love December. It’s a bittersweet month though. There is just something about it. I feel more ‘me’. Is this because it is my birthday month? I don’t know. My dear late mother’s and brother’s birthdays come and go. My late grandmother’s also. Mine comes and goes. The memory of my brother’s death, English childhood Christmases. Snow. Innocent joy.

And then there’s Christmas … In remembrance of our dear Saviour’s birth. No man knows the date of His exact birth; but I’m sure it wasn’t in December. His birth, the promise of hope. The beautiful carols. The pretty lights. The smiles on faces. Family. Friends. Hope.

And … The Lord has enabled me to place a hardcopy of my two books on the shelves, ‘Sunrays and Lily Smiles’ and ‘When a Child Sings’ … here are the links if you’re interested. This will allow you to take a look inside.

Anyway, as I said, I love December and it’s here, yay! (not that every moment, every hour, every day, every month … every breath, isn’t precious). Now where’s that WordPress falling snow feature :-)!

Red, Red Robin

robin in the snow
Little robin, you remind me
Of Christmas so long, long ago
When childhood meant sweet memories
And playtime meant fun in the snow

Trying to stay in distant dreams
Isn’t the best way to move forward
I know I’m God’s beautiful child
But does my new heart trust the Lord

Red, red robin, this hold you have
I’ve not seen you for so, so long
Please let go of my struggling heart
And then I’ll burst forth with His song

I’ll never forget you, little friend
You hold time’s faded photographs
It’s time for me to dry my tears
And be released so I can laugh

© 2015 Liana Wendy Howarth