janbear
12-24-2007, 04:20 PM
Recovery Style The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the halls;
not an addict was drinking,
or eating rum balls.
The children were happy,
their folks were serene,
Asleep in their rooms,
dreaming Christmastime dreams.
The sponsees were nestled
all snug by their phones;
Hoping their sponsors,
soon would be home.
Papa in his bathrobe,
And I in my gown;
Were grateful to be home,
not stumbling 'round town!
When out in the driveway,
I saw some headlights;
Who was coming to my house,
at this time of night?
Away to the window,
I flew at great speed;
I wanted to see,
what these people would need.
The night it was late,
didn't they know,
I would go downstairs quickly,
and tell them to go.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a lawn full of addicts,
and not one cup of cheer!
With hope in their hearts,
Anxious looks on each face;
They were scoping the town,
for their next meeting place.
I opened the door,
To let my friends in;
The Christmas Eve meeting,
Was about to begin!
On coffeepot, Cups,
and some sugar and cream,
Old-timers, newcomers,
and those in between.
"In my home you are safe!"
"Come on in!" hear my call
Now clean addicts, free addicts, recovering addicts, all!
As non-recovering addicts before a meeting do cry,
when they meet with the "obstacles selves" they deny;
So into the kitchen, the addicts they flew,
With a room full of feelings, some joyous, some blue.
And then in a moment,
the meeting did start;
A gratitude meeting,
clean living...and art!
As we went 'round the room,
there were stories of woe,
Descriptions of lives,
only addicts would know.
Stories dressed all in substances,
from beginning to end,
that "drug" was a gut-wrenching,
fair-weather friend.
A bundle of pain,
Each addict carried on her back;
The Road was quite bumpy!
The deck had been stacked!
Relationships, crumbled,
Our finances, weary,
Our souls were like vacuums
Our eyes always teary.
Each addict bared her soul,
and shared through the hour;
Of recovery held dear,
And a new "Higher Power"
The fellowship gave,
new life to each face;
All the clean women,
with dignity and grace.
A desire to stop using,
is all that's required,
A way out, a way up;
New lives to inspire!
It was time for the meeting,
to come to and end.
For all of the Addicts
and all of their friends.
THE Serenity PRAYER was then said
as we held hands and prayed,
Electricity, wonder
and magic displayed.
We did "clean up" and chattered
And when saying good-bye
Embraces, well wishes,
And not a dry eye.
I sprang to my bed,
And thanked God for this night.
I snuggled to Papa;
And all felt so right!
But I heard them exclaim,
as they all drove away,
"Thank God for N. A.
and each clean day!"
Author Unknown
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the halls;
not an addict was drinking,
or eating rum balls.
The children were happy,
their folks were serene,
Asleep in their rooms,
dreaming Christmastime dreams.
The sponsees were nestled
all snug by their phones;
Hoping their sponsors,
soon would be home.
Papa in his bathrobe,
And I in my gown;
Were grateful to be home,
not stumbling 'round town!
When out in the driveway,
I saw some headlights;
Who was coming to my house,
at this time of night?
Away to the window,
I flew at great speed;
I wanted to see,
what these people would need.
The night it was late,
didn't they know,
I would go downstairs quickly,
and tell them to go.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a lawn full of addicts,
and not one cup of cheer!
With hope in their hearts,
Anxious looks on each face;
They were scoping the town,
for their next meeting place.
I opened the door,
To let my friends in;
The Christmas Eve meeting,
Was about to begin!
On coffeepot, Cups,
and some sugar and cream,
Old-timers, newcomers,
and those in between.
"In my home you are safe!"
"Come on in!" hear my call
Now clean addicts, free addicts, recovering addicts, all!
As non-recovering addicts before a meeting do cry,
when they meet with the "obstacles selves" they deny;
So into the kitchen, the addicts they flew,
With a room full of feelings, some joyous, some blue.
And then in a moment,
the meeting did start;
A gratitude meeting,
clean living...and art!
As we went 'round the room,
there were stories of woe,
Descriptions of lives,
only addicts would know.
Stories dressed all in substances,
from beginning to end,
that "drug" was a gut-wrenching,
fair-weather friend.
A bundle of pain,
Each addict carried on her back;
The Road was quite bumpy!
The deck had been stacked!
Relationships, crumbled,
Our finances, weary,
Our souls were like vacuums
Our eyes always teary.
Each addict bared her soul,
and shared through the hour;
Of recovery held dear,
And a new "Higher Power"
The fellowship gave,
new life to each face;
All the clean women,
with dignity and grace.
A desire to stop using,
is all that's required,
A way out, a way up;
New lives to inspire!
It was time for the meeting,
to come to and end.
For all of the Addicts
and all of their friends.
THE Serenity PRAYER was then said
as we held hands and prayed,
Electricity, wonder
and magic displayed.
We did "clean up" and chattered
And when saying good-bye
Embraces, well wishes,
And not a dry eye.
I sprang to my bed,
And thanked God for this night.
I snuggled to Papa;
And all felt so right!
But I heard them exclaim,
as they all drove away,
"Thank God for N. A.
and each clean day!"
Author Unknown