I Entered a Writing and Contest and Lost...Merry Christmas.

I love to write only I haven't taken the time to really do it since I had Rock, 3 1/2 years ago. It's really quite sad, yet I find a million other things to do with free time instead of writing like sleep, exercise and some days if I can, I shower (which of course if I do that I have no time to do my hair or make-up). It's just that I already am terrible at time management and throwing children into the mix has not helped that at all. Also, my priorities may be all over the place. I must sleep or else I am a terrible monster. I must exercise or else I am a terrible monster. I must shower or I am an unclean monster. So mostly, I spend the free time to cage my inner beast! 

Then one day on Facebook I saw a writing contest. It could be poetry or short stories or really anything but had to be holiday related. I decided I would enter and that I would win. I won a poetry contest in 4th grade and got to read my work over the loud speaker so surely I could win this too. I wrote a poem that very evening and was ready to enter. I, of course, waited until the last hour to actually enter since I was nervous. I already knew what I would do with my cash prize. We would give the money away for Christmas. I always have dreamed of going out the week of Christmas and handing out cold hard cash to strangers. I think it would be so magical and that is exactly what I was going to do!!  I entered it and felt very confident and then one by one read each winning entry and sadly mine was not a winner. Lame. 

Of course my first thought was anger..I hadn't slept, exercised or showered so I was a monster already, poor Ben. Then I decided the one holding the contest was the untalented one. His picks were dumb. I actually haven't ever read a blog from him and felt connected to him and really his funny post (the reason I follow him) are really no better than my Pinterest Board that is hilarious. If there is a reason to laugh I find it and my Pinterest board is full of laughter worthy Ecards and such. I thought 'oh I will show him and I will unlike his page because he isn't funny or cool'. So after blaming the judge I just ate a whole box of Oreos to feel better. Never are Oreos the answer. 

Finally, after a nap, a good workout, and a shower I returned to my normal self and felt so happy that I had found a reason to write. It was exactly what I needed to get moving on something I just love so much. 

Thanks to this contest I am writing again and that is worth taking a risk and losing. So I thought I would share my losing poem since it is Christmas and a Christmas poem I thought I should share it before Christmas is over. So I entered a writing contest and lost...well maybe I didn't lose after all. (I will tell you who lost, that good for nothing blogger who has terrible taste and can't spot a winner right in front of his face....maybe I will exercise after this post...) 

If you don't like my poem please let me know and I will direct to the blogger who also didn't like it and you can follow his lame blogs that you will likely connect with . 

Merry Christmas friends and family!!! 

A Mother's Gift 

Christmas Carols, Candy Canes,
 Holiday Season Light display,
 Walking past the Nativity
 I heard my child say,
 "I cannot wait for Christmas
 I will look under our tree,
 And I will find so many gifts
Wrapped and waiting for me!”
 I looked at my child beaming,
Dreaming of Santa Clause,
 But then looking up at Mary
 Caused my heart to pause.
 If I could give him anything
 Treasures new or old,
 Would I give the security
 From piles of endless gold?
 To never have to go without
 To live like a king,
 Is that what I would wish for
 Could I give him anything?
 Is that what Mary hoped for
 When she gazed at her son
 Knowing that He was a King
 Did she hope He'd live like one?
 "Oh Night when Christ was born"
 I tried to sing along,
 But the only thing I could think was, 
 Is it all so wrong?
 To hope he never feels pain
 Or have his heart broken
 That no one treat him unkind
 Or ill words of him spoken.
 If I had power to protect my son
 From the scary and unknown
 Would I choose to do so-
 Let him sit easy on a throne?
 My heart felt peace at the thought,
 But I know much too well
 That he will be much greater
 Trekking his own trail.
 I hope for him Courage
 To always do what's right,
 To understand that liberty,
 If needed, is worth the fight.
 I hope he will be faithful,
 And believe in the unseen.
 To have a heart of charity
 And help those in need.
 And when he feels defeated,
 Bruised and tired and sore-
 I'd want him to be determined 
 Stand up and beg for more.
 No matter the circumstance
 To choose happiness and joy
 Then I would look at a worthy Man,
 Who once was just my boy.
 I wonder how Mary felt
 The weight of being His mother-
 Did she feel she had something to give
 Or wish it upon another?
 Did she feel discouraged

 Lying in a simple stable?
 Knowing who Christ really was,
 Did she really feel able?
 I watched my child laughing
 With a snowball in his glove
 And as if I heard Mary speak it
 I heard "Just give him Love."
 Hot Coco and a Carriage Ride
 Holly and Jubilee-
 The gifts I hope to give him
 Are the things I'll try to be.