Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace
I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.
You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.
I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Your eldest son......
Elation perched by the fire, thinking Christmas
Watching me dress my wishes red, gazing at Santa’s sack
My wings are just mending, but the snow-queen beckons
And so I must rush, my feet flying, and wings folded tight
We dance the nights out, flirting with desires
The moon coloured blush from the rapture of secrets
Our whispering pines know these little rituals
And the tree-god smiles down, radiant from giving
The woods are lit high on elation’s ways
Probabilities twinkling in and out of eager minds
Limpets of promises cling delicate in the shadows
Every soul euphoric, from forgiveness and love
I skip around Santa’s sack, waiting for realities
Running with the unicorns till my wings are healed
The reindeer hands me snow secrets from a forgotten post
Its music from the heavens, the white chorus of our subconscious
Souls waking up, remembering ancient mysteries
Moving in the intuitive dance from myriad veiled truths
And Santa rides on, smiling at the wide-eyed dreams
While I run with the unicorns, waiting for my wings to mend…
holiday thoughts chill me
more so than this breeze
as it wraps me up
in winter's blanket
i want to be like the trees
colorless and bare
that weighs me down
i want to dance free
in the wind
like dead branches
in storm's fury
i'm snapping though
and it's only december
i can feel the weight
of winter's wrath
pulling me down
i am falling
more than a few inches deep
everything is turning white
within death's grasp
i am december's ending
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he,
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow
Well they are here again
Knocking on my door
Monopolizing my television
Decorating my neighbors homes
Blitzing me at every store
And corner in every city and hamlet
Between here and Buzzard Beak, Idaho.
It’s like a virus
Santa Claus is coming to town
Well I’ve been bad, very bad
And if that bastard shows up at my house
He ain’t getting cookies and milk
I’m been talking to Jesus and he tells me
That Santa is a fake, a sham, a trick on the poor people
He’s just a way to make the rich richer and poor poorer
So I ask Jesus “Why do you let this happen?”
And he smiles and tells me a long story about faith and forgotten dreams.
Then he fades back into the egg nog and I sleep with the devil.
Fitful dreams and reindeer back strap for breakfast
I eat the fake snow and regurgitate the Christmas balls
Burn the tree and bury the trimmings
The fat man can’t intimidate me.
For seasonal spice I was joyed to see
Our Japanese lights on the Christmas tree
Old Santa bulb fashioned so saucy and stout
We couldn’t imagine him ever burn out
A lean yellow lantern-man hung by his side
Another glass phantom who never died
Each twelve-month end when we screwed them in
Old Nips assumed their oriental grin
I swear those two quaint foreign boys
Were dearer by far than all my toys
I’d give most anything now to view
Our tree aglow an old time new
To hear Mom laugh Dad’s riotous cheer
When the pair lit-up for another year
All gift's delivered
Some few still under the tree,
Voices filled with thanks!
Children jumping with glee...
Now we sit and sigh
Making plans for the 4th of July,
And Valentine's day
and so many more
In celebration of something,
Another Birthday for someone we adore...
There is money to be spent,
In spite of the economy
We rework our budgets wishing we were worry free.
Ah, but someone was happy today
twas Christmas, 'twas Christmas,
This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated. It is a very lonely place.
Christmas is actually my fav. time of year. It was also my momma's (Grandmomma) who
passed in 2007. Her memory glows brighter within my heart during Christmas. She raised
me from a babe to a man...Yes I was grandmas boy :) So I was extremely spoiled. When
she passed in "07 (while I was in here) Man it nearly killed me. Please read "For
Grandmomma" (I wrote about her and my loss). Anyway - Thank you to my best friend
Marty Owens, For making Christmas a little happier for me. I don't really have "family" only
(my 2 beautiful daughters Jasmine 11 yrs and Brianna 9 yrs.) Marty is all I have in my life.
It's a very lonely hard place to be in without "family" or "friends" Friends are so rare.
I'm talking genuine friends. So he introduced me to PS because of my raging passion for
writing. I've grown so attached to some of you! I'm surprised at the love I have for some of
you and I don't really know some of you. lol It's wierd, but love can be wierd sometimes.
So ...Charma many hugs and kisses! Carol B. who introduced a lot of people on PS to me.
Thank you! Lolita my friend until the end! Audrey my biggest fan, I'm here for you always!
Patricia A. woman you always make me smile. Simone my newest fan your comments
sometimes make me blush! lol Linda-Marie I loved my Christmas card and your
encouraging words...thank you..Lena...what can I say? There are cards I would like to get
out to some of you..send addresses sm and marty will get them to me via postal mail. I
would like to hear from you guys w/pics I too will send pics of me Merry Christmas XOXO's
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587 P.O. Box 2405 Marion NC 28752
Christmas home decor
Short and round is our Christmas wreath
Wreath we made of the tree branches
Branches are tied with the red ribbons
Ribbons stuck with berries,ready is the wreath.
Wreath is placed on our door’s foot steps
Steps away is the snow on tree not far
Far away, look, how He laid His holy hands
Hands on things He wants us to see and praise.
Praise him, be quick your voice to raise
Raise your hands his love to receive
Receive love in your every choice forever
Forever on Christmas with this decor wreath.
This type of poetry was first introduced by George Herbert, a contemporary
of Shakespeare. There are two ways to write it. In above poem, the last
word of the first line is the first word of the next line and so on. Or one
may use any word of the first line as the first word of the next line. Variations
of the word can also be used.