Boomers ó It's Christmas
It's Christmas

By Bruce Bressack

Rita Roberge Wefers was a talented writer and poet.

When I first read her poem 'It's Christmas', I was touched by its power and simplicity.  It literally "pulled" me to my piano and, within an hour, the song 'It's Christmas' was born.

Her poem 'A Gift From Mrs. Santa' is a wonderful story, the kind that you'd read to the kids, over and over again, on Christmas Eve.  So, with inspiration "brewing", and background music playing, I did a reading of her poem 'A Gift From Mrs. Santa'.

May this holiday season bring joy, good health, and happiness to all.

And may Rita's words touch your hearts, and bring peace on earth......"while the echo of an angel's song rings throughout a harassed world, from the hills of Bethlehem".


It's Christmas ©1997

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Suddenly, softly, achingly itís Christmas,
The young hang their youthful hopes in a stocking,
While the old hang bright baubles of memory on an evergreen tree,
From the hills of Bethlehem.
 
Suddenly, softly, achingly itís Christmas,
The young hang their youthful hopes in a stocking,
While the echo of an angelís song rings throughout a harassed world,
From the hills of Bethlehem.
 
The echo of an angelís song rings
throughout a harassed world,
While the lost and forgotten are remembered,
And the basic good will of men is born again.
 
Suddenly, softly, achingly itís Christmas...
And for a Christmas moment men silence their guns,
That on earth this holy night there may be peace.
 
That on earth, this holy night, this holy night there may be peace (repeats).
There may be peace lord (repeats).
There may be peace.
 
Poem by Rita Roberge Wefers
Music by Bruce Bressack
December 1997
 

A Gift From Mrs. Santa ©1997

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Mrs. Santa waved good-bye
To Santa on his sleigh.
She said, collapsing with a sigh,
"At last, he's on his way."
 
Now I can have my cup of tea,
And crawl right into bed.
But, first I s'pose I'll have to see
That all the elves are fed.
 
So first she brought out ham and cheese
Then added apple pie.
"You can't say I don't aim to please,
At least", she said, "I try."
 
While Mrs. Santa sipped her tea,
The elves enjoyed their treat.
"Though sometimes they do bother me,
They're really very sweet".
 
Said Mrs. Santa to herself,
"And now I'll get a lift,
By giving every single elf,
A little Christmas gift."
 
"I speak for Santa and myself
You all did very well.
And so for each and every elf,
I have a silver bell.
 
To tie upon your pointed caps,
So everyone can hear,
In case you get caught in a trap,
I'll know that you are near."
 
The little elves then all closed ranks,
Then went their merry way,
And Mrs. Santa breathed her thanks,
That it was Christmas Day.
 
She gazed into the moon-lit sky,
And saw a sleigh fly round.
"Everything," she cried "is quite all right,
He's back home safe and sound."
 
Poem by Rita Roberge Wefers
Reading by Bruce Bressack
December 1997
 
 
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