Post by SunnyGirl on Dec 14, 2003 16:18:06 GMT -5
Alkie's Christmas
Uptight before Christmas, all through these rooms
alcoholics were stricken with holiday gloom.
They prayed, "Santa, please make us happy, joyous and free,
bring us candy and presents and serenity."
Greed filled their minds and envy their hearts
and someone said, "It's time
for the meeting to start!"
"Does anyone have a topic to discuss tonight?"
Every face in the place turned wintery white!
They lost all self-seeking, self-pity, self-will
when down through the chimney
came the ghost of St. Bill!
He chuckled and said
as he sat himself down
"Call the White House and tell 'em
there's a new Dubya in town."
Then he looked through a Big Book
and said with a tear,
"Wow! No one rewrote this
after all these years! "
Clean house, help your neighbor,
be loving and kind,
and don't take the first drink
one day at a time."
"How could a message
as simple as this
be realized, analyzed and
intellectually dismissed?"
There lies the reason
this ghost has arrived:
to re-give a gift
that has saved all your lives!
Then he set up a big screen
and DVD
so every lost soul
in the meeting could see.
He played a movie of drunks
at their best and their worst,
what is and what was
when both blessed and cursed.
There were scenes of a housewife passed out at a bar,
a respectable businessman wrecking his car,
a fight in a kitchen, a fight in bed,
a fight at a reception between those newly wed.
An empty bottle, a desperate man
alone in a motel, a gun in his hand.
He puts down the gun and picks up the phone,
whimpers and blubbers, "Honey, let me come home."
She hangs up as she tells him, "Don't call anymore."
he reaches for the phone book and falls to the floor.
Somehow that phone book seems to capture his gaze:
it's open to a number under the A's.
Then all of the people in the movie converged
on the poor side of town in the basement of a church.
Driven together in a willing herd
to hear of hope and deliver the word.
The ghost of Bill W. turned off the TV and said,
"The first word of the first step is 'we'.
I suggest you start there and see where you go.
Be thorough and fearless, and please-take it slow!
Let faith set the tone,
let love make the mood.
And as for a topic...
how about gratitude?
Just don't drink, go to meetings and pray
and be glad you're alive and sober today.
Be a good woman, be a good man
and be of service whenever you can.
Be a good mother, be a good dad
try to be good to your kids when they're bad.
Be a good husband, be a good wife...
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good life!"
~~Author Unknown~~
Lin found this one and shared it on the boards
last year and I thought I'd bring it back for a re-run.
Peace on the journey, ~SG~
Uptight before Christmas, all through these rooms
alcoholics were stricken with holiday gloom.
They prayed, "Santa, please make us happy, joyous and free,
bring us candy and presents and serenity."
Greed filled their minds and envy their hearts
and someone said, "It's time
for the meeting to start!"
"Does anyone have a topic to discuss tonight?"
Every face in the place turned wintery white!
They lost all self-seeking, self-pity, self-will
when down through the chimney
came the ghost of St. Bill!
He chuckled and said
as he sat himself down
"Call the White House and tell 'em
there's a new Dubya in town."
Then he looked through a Big Book
and said with a tear,
"Wow! No one rewrote this
after all these years! "
Clean house, help your neighbor,
be loving and kind,
and don't take the first drink
one day at a time."
"How could a message
as simple as this
be realized, analyzed and
intellectually dismissed?"
There lies the reason
this ghost has arrived:
to re-give a gift
that has saved all your lives!
Then he set up a big screen
and DVD
so every lost soul
in the meeting could see.
He played a movie of drunks
at their best and their worst,
what is and what was
when both blessed and cursed.
There were scenes of a housewife passed out at a bar,
a respectable businessman wrecking his car,
a fight in a kitchen, a fight in bed,
a fight at a reception between those newly wed.
An empty bottle, a desperate man
alone in a motel, a gun in his hand.
He puts down the gun and picks up the phone,
whimpers and blubbers, "Honey, let me come home."
She hangs up as she tells him, "Don't call anymore."
he reaches for the phone book and falls to the floor.
Somehow that phone book seems to capture his gaze:
it's open to a number under the A's.
Then all of the people in the movie converged
on the poor side of town in the basement of a church.
Driven together in a willing herd
to hear of hope and deliver the word.
The ghost of Bill W. turned off the TV and said,
"The first word of the first step is 'we'.
I suggest you start there and see where you go.
Be thorough and fearless, and please-take it slow!
Let faith set the tone,
let love make the mood.
And as for a topic...
how about gratitude?
Just don't drink, go to meetings and pray
and be glad you're alive and sober today.
Be a good woman, be a good man
and be of service whenever you can.
Be a good mother, be a good dad
try to be good to your kids when they're bad.
Be a good husband, be a good wife...
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a good life!"
~~Author Unknown~~
Lin found this one and shared it on the boards
last year and I thought I'd bring it back for a re-run.
Peace on the journey, ~SG~