Walk On

The Champions Who Walked Among Us





The tingling of Jingle Bells heard on the streets,
Hurried, stressed, shopping,
Goose, turkey, deer, lamb or fish on the table,
That bring indigestion,
Overeating that deadens the guilty pull of our consciences,
Blinding us to the fact that over half the world is starving.
We get up from our tables,
With our plates still full of what we did not eat.


The celebration that has been taken over by our arrogance
Has been willfully dissected down to a small dot over the i to meet our emotional needs for belonging.

Our demands are for autonomy that separates us from the Creator who made us, demanding recognition as self-made men and women.

The virgin birth quietly disdained.

The God-Man ridiculed for such an unpopular entrance.

Unbelievable, we say.

His birth abhorred.
The Savior downgraded.



It’s about humiliation,
Believing in the virgin birth of the God-Man who upset the world.

Time changed from Before Christ to Anno Domini
And Salvation,
That dirty word that people seldom hear,

But when heard too often denied,
Opened the door to righteousness for all.

Though rejected by many, Love prevails.
Not in the gifts bought in department stores,
Not in the glamour of cosmetics, jewelry, or face-lifts,
Not in diamonds, silver, or gold,

Not in bonds, securities, puts, or calls,

Not in Christmas trees or cradles,
Not in boats, cars, planes, or trains,
That transport us away from the diffusion of our congregated confusion.

Christmas exists,

Because God took it upon himself to offer up the One sacrifice that would save us all.

Now Heaven’s gates are opened to all who believe.

That’s Christmas.

For God so loved the World that He gave his one and only son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16, The New International Version 1984 (NIV), Zondervan



Merry Christmas everyone,

Joyeux Noël à tous

Fröhliche Weihnachten an alle,
Buon Natale a tutti



Shalom aleichem,






Pat Garcia


  1. Thank you dear Patricia for telling it like it is. A voice of reason and emotion-the perfect blend. With love to you and Hans –

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  2. Yes, my dear friend, you definitely described Christmas. Christmas does not seem to be about the love of family any longer, which tears at my heart. Your poem says it all. What I appreciate is our friendship, and the friendship and support of the others in our group. I think we are lucky to have one another’s support.

    I wish you and Hans a very MERRY CHRISTMAS filled with love and the Happiest of New Years!

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  3. sandrafingerut

    Hi! Been awhile. How are You? Really like this.

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  4. Haven’t heard from you for a while. Thanks for a great post. And merry Christmas, Patti! Hugs and much love.

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  5. Ann Biller

    Very touching! So many today never stop to think of our Saviour’s birth at Christmas. The true meaning of this season! It is not about gifts, and trees and Santa … it is about Jesus! Well written Patricia! Let’s all take time to stop and worship him this special time of the year!

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  6. Amen! ❤ xo

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  7. valrainey

    Absolutely beautiful hunny

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