The Christmas Rapper
Loch David Crane
December 7, 1989
Hello there Virginia,
and welcome too--
here's an answer to the question
posed by you.
You ask "who's Santa Claus?"
here he is--there!
The question is
not WHO but WHERE.
Santa's not found
in the beard or the hair;
the place you find Santa
is in your heart--there.
You've got to see Santa's
of his charitable visits,
of his midnight ride.
and traveller's aid--
and he's the fulfillment
of wishes made.
Santa is the symbol
of a child you see--
the child in you,
the child in me.
The light of curiosity
in children's eyes
brightens into pleasure
at each gift or prize.
Santa Claus lives
in a puppy's wet nose,
in a coveted toy,
in the right sized clothes,
In the love of a parent,
in the eyes of a child,
in the empty boxes
and wrappings wild.
He's not in a cash gift
or a plastic card –
but you hear him a'caroling
in someone's front yard.
Santa Claus is
a place in your heart –
he's a state of mind,
he’s a form of Art.
He's the spirit of joy,
he’s the spirit of giving,
he’s the spirit of Love
we should all be living.
You'll discover when Santa
you set out to find –
he's not here on Earth:
he resides in your mind.
And now comes the echo
of Santa's World flight:
"Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!"
In a beautiful land far across the ocean,
People used to celebrate Christmas all year round,
Trees along the streets adorned with flickering lights;
Down the cities were malls seethed with shoppers…
All in frantic, but no harm in their enjoyment of time.
Grandiose buildings and churches,
Stood magnificently as the music of the season played;
Lanterns were hanging on walls as church bells ring,
Announcing the season of birth of Christ the King.
A dazzling panorama of the whole place,
With the nearby sea on its serenity and calmness;
The aromatic freshness and coldness of yuletide’s zephyr,
Giving resplendent smiles- rhythm of iridescent glow in ones’ eyes.
As people enjoyed from morning to Christmas eve
Children’s laughter exuded with the gifts they received
They sang joyfully with thanksgiving on caroling
A herald on the season of love in a spirit of giving.
Time came in the beautiful land far across the ocean,
When people didn’t have any single clue of the dangers to come,
A week before the season with no ominous sign,
Trees on streets were washed out in an instant;
A gigantic catastrophe passed by engulfing everyone
Mangled and jostled into darkness where they’re hard to be found,
At snap of fingers… is there another joyful Christmas time?
Grandiose building and churches,
Turned out into a mass grave with flickering candles;
Flowers were scattered where each body laid,
Mourning of their fate…a rescue they begged
All praying for mercy of Christ our only Savior and King.
At vantage point was a horrible scene of a ghost town,
Where green trees and buildings seemed thrown in garbage cans
Marred souls were wafted in stale air…
Starvation and unseen love ones, they grieved.
Just in time came in a devastated land across the ocean,
A miracle happened in His Love Divine
Sympathy and passion reigned in the heart and mind of all men;
People around the world joined hand-in-hand and rebuilt ‘tis land,
The most perfect Christmas gift which arrived on time.
Dec. 15, 2013 9.25pm
*My first ballad poem. Hope I did it right
NOT FOR PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT CONTEST
Contest: Any poem goes #1
Sponsor: My greatest poet PD
Christmas is coming
Christmas day is coming closer
Tree is up, with lights as well
Tinsel covering its fake foliage
The ringing of the little bells
All the presents wrapped up fancy
All around the Christmas tree
Children trying to see through boxes
Trying to see what they can see.
This will be the greatest Christmas
I tell you this, and it’s for sure
Though it costs a heap of money
It’s a time that I adore
Seeing children oh, so happy
As they open presents up
I’ll watch them with their little antics
As love, it overflows my cup.
Drinking beer and celebrating
It’s going to be a happy day
Eating ham and lots of turkey
If some get merry, that’s okay
To see my folk all chilled and happy
It really gives my heart some joy
These happy memories of Christmas
There’s nothing them, that will destroy.
14 November 2013 1030hrs.
Christmas magic coming soon
It’s just five weeks away
It’s time to blow up those balloons
And make the home look gay
With lots of Christmas decorations
And a lovely Christmas tree
And lights to fill folk with elation
And Christmas mystery.
It’s the day the holy babe was born
So we must think of this
As we awake on Christmas morn
Brim filled with love sweet bliss
It’s a time to fill our hearts with joy
A time for happiness
I just adore these Christmas days
I do, I must confess.
It’s the time to give the children joy
With lots of little gifts
Handed to each girl and boy
To give young hearts a lift
Then it’s time for a real good feed
And to drink a drop of wine
And eat much more than we all need
Because it’s Christmas time.
21 November 2013 @ 1245hrs.
For Gail's Contest. written by Peter Duggan
Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light
I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.
In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…
Santa’s Responsibility Rap
Loch David Crane
July 2, 2006
Santa's jolly all year long
he’s such a happy soul;
but if ya ever cross him
he’ll put you in a hole.
Santa’s very red and white
he knows who's good and bad.
His character assessment
shows us what a life you’ve had.
So obey your Mums and Daddies
and the helpful officers too
then we can jail the bad guys
and help each other through.
We write laws to protect us all,
both powerful and least;
treat others as you treat yourself,
respecting all, is best.
But if you sass your Daddy,
or the officer ignore,
expect a swat upon your rump
or SWAT outside your door.
Ol' Santa reads the crime reports
on a computer he refused
to deliver to a bad boy
whose trust had been abused.
He's read your blog on Facebook
and he knows what's in your heart:
so "you better be good for goodness’ sake"
or your gifts will all depart.
Santa doesn't like bad boys
or messes on the floor.
He doesn't have to forgive you
and he doesn't have to bring more.
For Santa reflects what you give to others
and whom you choose to be;
because only a pleasant person
gets dreams beneath his tree.
A loud, or stubborn, or spoiled child
sees an empty cactus tree;
a helpful, cheerful, giving kid
is a joy that Santa sees.
You must think as much of others
as you do just for yourself
if you want to see those goodies
coming towards you off the shelf.
'Cause Santa isn't Jesus,
that's why he keeps a list
of happy little readers
and those in whom he's disappointed.
Santa doesn't love you all
or listen when you pray--
just good behavior is the key
for toys on Xmas day.
"What's the X in Xmas?"
trembling little voices cry.
X is an unknown value
until you steal or lie.
For Santa isn't Jesus,
he's an atheist you see –
he dispenses voluntary gifts
underneath his pagan tree.
He doesn't owe you anything,
his gifts are from the heart..
He judges your behavior
and each year is a new start.
As you behave, so shall you be
rewarded by St. Nick;
but if you're bad the year before
then coal will be his trick.
What goes around comes back around
and what was old is new;
When you give respect to others
it returns increased to you.
Inspired by Andreas contest, though in ballade form. not for contest.
That awful Christmas day
The sun was shining bright outside
Christmas day was here
We’d all enjoyed our Christmas lunch
Then drank some wine and beer
Everyone wore happy smiles
It was that kind of day
When everyone was filled with cheer
And the atmosphere was gay.
Then we smelled that acrid smoke
It was heavy in the air
I looked outside and fear hit me
The flames were everywhere
A fire had started in the bush
And now it was upon us
Everyone was in blind panic
Creating such a fuss
All of us fled from the house
And gathered there outside
As the fire devoured our lovely home
I was stunned, I could have cried
For nothing could be done at all
The firemen came too late
On that sad, sad Christmas day
Much fear life did create.
Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!
Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?
Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior!
I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold...
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?
Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012
I could see the snow falling outside the window
As we cuddled on Christmas right near the tree
Drinking egg nog and watching our favorite shows on tv
Anxiously I couldn't help but wonder
What my sweetheart had wrapped up for me
He must have read my thoughts
Because suddenly he gave me a surprise gift
And immediately got on his knees
To see what my expression would be
Nervously I stood in shock
But couldn't wait to unwrap the gift
That was a very tiny box
To my amazement it immediately caught my eye
Sparkling and shining from the opened box
Stood a very large diamond ring
Just as beautiful as it could be
At that very same moment he then stood up
And said, " Will you marry me?"
Without a doubt thrilled and excited
I immediately answered back with a yes
We then smiled and intimately embraced one another
Finally ending the night on Christmas was even more special
And one of my best Christmas holidays ever
Because I became newly engaged which was a gift like no other
By: Donielle Smith
Its all of your imagination,
The night life, in the day time? All the shine, in the
New York, New York, kinda times
New York times in the winter months imaginable, very cold,
Let me really make it in a New York kinda mind frame , crystal clear, fashion with nothing,
Nothing but the best, and the rest is a block ago,
at the end of the block, Turn left,
Then in a quick New York minute,
you'll see a big Christmas tree and ice skating rink,
When you see the taxi with the big logo saying
Go That away!
You've only gone to far in a New York Kinda minute.