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Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas when I and my groom finally found a motel but with just one room. My groom was in the bathroom - leaving me alone- so that he could douse himself with some cheap cologne. I - in my red negligee - thought of bump and grind, visions of his sugar plums dancing in my mind. Then a noise I heard outside gave me such a fright! who was out there in the snow on our special night? Opening our small room’s door, I felt like a goof. It was just an icicle falling off the roof. Then I felt a sudden breeze. One unlucky bride! As the door behind me shut, I was locked outside. When upon my motel door I began to pound, it was clear that my dear groom did not hear a sound. Right before my startled eyes, what should then appear? Someone dressed as Santa Claus, filling me with fear! His eyes, though not so cheery, lit up, seeing me as he crossed the street and came stumbling drunkenly. I stood helpless, trembling in scanty siren red when an icicle fell down clunking my poor head. I revived in the ER, thong still on my rump! Underneath my bandage was an enormous lump. Thankfully my groom was there, smelling of Old Spice. But we’d have no chance to give gifts naughty and nice. At our room I later saw Santa Claus was there - that same guy who’d seen me in sexy underwear. Having seen my accident he’d informed my groom right before he then collapsed stone drunk in our room. Santa on our honeymoon with cheeks rosy red, (but not one “Merry Christmas”), stole our wedding bed.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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Christmas Magic

The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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O Holy Night

O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.

O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."

Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."

They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things 
Within her heart of gold.

O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid? 


~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~ 
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling".~

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2012

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Christmas with Christ To Look Upon His Face

To Look Upon His Face Nativity of Jesus Oh! Starry twilight night Guiding light glows so up high Moonlit shadows slow dance Shooting stars flashing close by Angel's sweet melody echoes flow With the embracing of heaven Human beings, wildlife, and nature bow down Paying homage to our God's son Sparkling eyes and glowing heart Spirit enthusiasm precedes me to look For a brief moment upon His face Heavenly virtue weeping tears overtook To want to lift Him up and hold in my arms My humbleness to submit to Him And seek his grace and favor Spread my wings and sing a Cherub hymn Oh! Starry twilight night Guiding light glows so up high Moonlit shadows slow dance Shooting stars flashing close by Angel's sweet melody echoes flow With the embracing of heaven Human beings, wildlife, and nature bow down Paying homage to our God's son 11/21/2015
Poetry Contest: Any Poem You Ever Penned Sponsored by: Broken Wing

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015

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After Christmas 2014 - In the Moment

The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment, thinking how another Christmas has come and gone. My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy. Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn. Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us. The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her! How trusting are these creatures God gives us - how pure! Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr. The visit with our daughter and her family was nice. With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home. More memories to cherish; the old year passes. In the moment - grateful - I finish with this poem. Written right before bed 12/26/14 by andrea Dietrich For the "In the Moment" Poetry Contest of PD and now for the Any Poem # 36 Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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HOLIDAY'S PAST REVERIES



As Christmas beckons with season of cheer I recall how we met, a hallway outside Year Nineteen-Eighty in a film's premiere; Offering your neck- scarf, we gently smiled. Flurries drifted while in haste I agreed, Invite for tea as we watched the moon fade 'Till season’s next, nuptial joy pealed At 25, a mistletoe crocheted. Tonight, the lights reflect your willow eyes Bestowing grace from Magi stars above Flashback of theme songs yearns for unity; Enduring a year of departed love. The holidays cloak time; you hum my name From spring's past budding to December’s snow, Alone, I toast reveries etched on life’s acclaim Kisses missed from my long- gone mistletoe. Kelly Deschler's Christmas Past, Present or Future ~based on my aunt's experience 1/03/2015

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015

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My Christmas Gift to All Soupers

The Story of the Nativity in Rhyme

The night was cold, the journey long
The stars were shining bright,
As Joseph and Mary neared Bethlehem
On that wondrous night

The small town lights guided them
The rest of the weary way,
Joseph pondered in his heart
If they’d find a place to stay

Mary, weary from the road,
Needed to rest a while
Thoughts of baby soon to come,
Bought to her face a smile

Donkey plodded on and on,
His head was hanging low
Wherever his master led him
He would gladly go

Though travelers searched everywhere,
No room could be found
Bethlehem was a busy place
With strange sights and sounds

Joseph came to the last inn,
And prayed he’d find a place
He didn’t like the tired look
He saw on Mary’s face

The innkeeper shook his head,
And nearly closed the door,
There just wasn’t any place
To take one traveler more

On a nearby silent hill, shepherds
Kept watch all night long
When suddenly they came to hear
A glorious angel song

Then they all fell to the ground
As angles hovered near
They hid their faces for their hearts,
Were filled with awful fear

So that night in manger poor,
They welcomed the new King
Little knowing as they bowed,
The hope and joy He’d bring

And then much to Mary’s surprise
There came from distant land,
Three wise men to see her son,
Each with a gift in hand

At his tiny feet were laid
Myrrh, frankincense and gold
The manger was filled on that night
With peace and joy untold

What can YOU give to show your love
To the King of Kings tonight?
What do you think will bring Him joy
And bring to Him delight?

Does Jesus want a precious gift,
Of beauty and wealth untold?
Do you think it’ll make Him glad 
To receive your gift of gold?

There IS something that is dear,
For the greatest gift, you see
Is when with love you say to Him
"Jesus, Take all of me"


Christmas Nativity Play
Written by Eileen Manassian Ghali
Nicosia, Cyprus

Please check out my latest blog. I also have links to two lovely songs that will bring your heart joy during this season. God bless! :)
Year: 2,000

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Love

Christmas Love Tinsel, glitter, angel hair, A fresh-cut evergreen tree, Colored balls and lights that glare Help to foster Christmas glee. Bright-wrapped presents, large and small, Jingling bells and Christmas songs, Cold, crisp air and Santa's call— This, to Christmas time belongs. But this is just the outer wrap On a gift much more divine, That may become a real trap If we do not read the sign, “Before Christmas, open dear, Hold it up for all to see, Spread it round throughout the year, Let it flow so pure and free”. Keep unwrapped this gift called Love, Buried neath the cards and bows, The gift that came down from above... Christmas Love—outshines, outglows! Sandra M. Haight ~9th Place~ Contest: Any Poem #35 Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Judged: 12/15/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014

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Who Is Knocking at My Door

 It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I see a surreal snow!

Within it’s haze, there is a grotesque sight -
gigantic and so out of place, I quiver!
A snowman leers at me, and frigid fright
goes through my bloodstream like an icy river.

Again, the knock! Whoever could it be?
This morning I wished Christmas would be gone!
A premonition now is telling me
that nothing good is out there on my lawn.

My friend had warned me that I really ought
not curse this season. Oh, what have I done?
More pounding at the door, but I cannot
go near that door; there’s nowhere I can run.

I look out at the snowman. He is more
enormous than a tree, and now I hear
a sound like laughing elves outside the door.
I stand as thought I’m paralyzed by fear.

That movie! There’s a movie I heard of.
A boy hates Christmas, wishing it away.
A storm brews suddenly in skies above,
heralding a deadly Christmas day.

A Shadow Santa comes. This wicked soul
is known as Krampus, and he brings with him
an evil that can swallow people whole.
If I have summoned him, my fate is grim.

The storm keeps wailing; now there’s a new sound
of scratching on my roof, but there is no 
more knocking. Oh, who’s walking all around
my roof? I run out to the blinding snow!

At first I can see nothing till my eyes
are drawn to where a great big bag was put
beside my door.  What’s this? More Santa lies?
Though filled with dread, I push it with my foot.

There jumps out from the bag the strangest thing -
A tiny man; he’s made of gingerbread!
He laughs maliciously, and starts to sing,
“Before the night is over, you’ll be dead.”

Out on my lawn, I see beneath the snow
there’s something creeping fast and right toward me!
What creature slithers underneath the snow?
I can’t escape, so back inside I go!

I shut the door and bolt it, then collapse
Upon my sofa near the fireplace, when
I hear an eerie sound above. It taps,
taps, taps.  It’s something on the roof again!

Past Christmases with family go through
my frantic mind; I cower there and wait.
It’s Krampus, and he’s up there in the flue,
and soon to be delivering my fate!


Written Dec. 24, 2015/ Inspired by the contest of TAMMY REAMS
and the current Christmas horror movie Krampus. 

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Jingle Bells

Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled

Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part


"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest

Copyright © Connie Gildersleeve | Year Posted 2012

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White Christmas


White Christmas                                 


Our winter days can bring that snow
     Which sometimes we're not ready for.
An inconvenience, for we know,
     It can become a heavy chore.

But Christmas Eve is not complete
     Without her blanket, smooth and white.
And Christmas morn we love to greet
     White beauty spread throughout the night.

To watch the snowflakes gently fall
     In glow of moonlight, Christmas Eve,
Observe the whiteness drift and sprawl;
     A blanket made with magic weave.

Then in the morn, in window's view,
     Those pristine mounds of snow we see;
Such purity neath sky of blue
     Fills up our hearts with Christmas glee.

We dream of Christmas pure and white
     Somehow expect that lovely sight
As symbol of the love and light
     That shines at Christmastime so bright.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Christmas Carols
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Judged: 01/03/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Old Fashioned Christmas

The snow fell gently on a quiet street
Neighbors walked in without knocking
There was a feeling of joy in the air
As each child hung up their stocking

There was a coal fire in the heatrola
Which took a little while to start
O Come All Ye Faithful on the radio
And a warmth radiating from each heart

The kids all went to bed early
Couldn't sleep until early morn
Waiting for presents from Santa
And to celebrate the day Christ was born.

Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006

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PAST MAGIC OF CHRISTMAS


center>Flurries swayed on brocade of her white gown
'Twas Christmas eve...year twenty o' nine's frost nips;
A face gleamed as ribbons wrapped around
on spray of orchids clutched by fingertips.

She paced a walk along the chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of music hummed of new life
While he...ordained by fate, parted a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to housewife.

The hallway roused with cheer and merriment
December groom held spouse for rounds of waltz
And best man huffed, “Jill , don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her jokes with applause.”

Five moons after, a child with her back turned
Lifted wrappers from toy-bouquets, mid- air,
'Twas Christmas...  their daughter's flushed grin confirmed
The past magic of wedded bliss;  love’s flair!







Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Cactus Mystery

You hide away in summer

When other blooms fill fields

In a dark room you sit and wait

'Til Christmas time is here



Is it the joy of Christ's birth

That awakens a welcome stranger

Do you peer out to see the light

That hovers above His manger



You are the only flower

That seems to recognize

The hope and peace in hearts

And angelic carols in skies

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2009

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Twas The Night Before Christmas

"Twas The Night Before Christmas" 'twas the night before Christmas day Angel voices rehearsing sinners preparing brand new way as "Good News" began dispersing. blue indigo sky glowing starlight to guide three wise men to new babe by one brilliant star beaming so bright welcome, Christ the King, who would save. on a cold Christmas Eve of snow shepherds adored in straw stable His humble birth would greatness grow the Word made flesh is no fable. 'twas the night before Christmas morn peace on Earth good will to all at midnight the Son of God born Merry Christmas who follow His call. *For Kim Merryman's Here We Go Caroling Contest.

Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012

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My Memories Of Christmas

Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.

Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.

Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.

Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.

My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.

My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.





December 12th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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That Christmas Eve



On that Christmas eve I walked out alone
Passing sleeping fields glistening with snow
A lovely pristine carpet unmarked by man
In the midnight sky a mystic moon aglow 

Here the quiet was deep and full of nature's joy
No man made sound , only the night bird's call
The scent of evergreen's on a gentle breeze
I walked until the snow began to gently fall

Reluctantly I turned my feet toward home
The city streets decked with garland and light
To face the madness of Christmas morning
But to recall this, and yes that other, silent night




Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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If You're Not Here With Me

My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.

On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.

As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.

Pretty, paper packages of red and green, 
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.

I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?




Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Joy of Christmas

The light slowly wafts over to my mind Pleasant images appear to my eyes Bringing the most joys of Christmas in kind The star of Bethlehem no one denies Following, I want to see our savior I find a manger where Holy One lies There smiling being on best behavior Animals and peace surround in the skies Soon shepherds arrive with smiles on faces The babe coos at their joy that within keep Mary cries tears of pride at great voices And Joseph displays love all throughout seep This holiest day of the year, I weep For love in all, everyone filled with joy He’ll hold me forever, my soul to keep This bundle of love, this Bethlehem boy Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Tree

Oh the Christmas tree
standing ever stout.
Hear the children’s glee
when they search you out. 

In the wood you stand
evergreen crisp spice.
Branches stretch; expand
beauty to entice.

Atop star will shine
for shepherds to see.
Telling birth divine  
guiding wise men three.

Oh the Christmas tree 
with arms spread real wide.
Lovely sight you’ll be
when you’re brought inside.

Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey

Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011

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This Perfect Christmas Gift

It’s been a decade, even more,
Since I had one long rest,
When I could happily relax
Forgetting that I’m stressed.

I want a cruise, an awesome cruise
On a luxury ship
Down South America’s warm coast
And then around its tip!

In fact, I’d travel all the world
While taking my sweet time,
But such a thing I’d need to do
On someone else’s dime!!

This perfect Christmas gift, however,
I may never get. . . 
I’ll keep on dreaming of it, though,
Because I’m not dead yet!

For The Perfect Christmas Gift Contest of Deb Wilson

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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CHRISTMAS TIME




A time to love*
A time to care
A time to give
A time to share

To think of the needy
To think of the poor
To think of the homeless
To think of the cure   

To hug the lonely  
To attend the sick
To cheer the hopeless
To cuddle the meek

The Christ is coming
The Christ is born
Our hearts we open
Our souls we adorn! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
  17 DECEMBER 2014


*ATTENTION: This poem was posted on the 17th of December and
was very well received ( 14 comments, 140 visits) unfortunately my
computer deleted it therefore I repost it to keep it with the rest of my
poems. I am sorry. Thank you! 

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2014

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my saddest christmas ever

my saddest christmas ever
has'nt came to be
but in a very few days
it will happen to me

the presents i thought of
will never be bought
the gifts and decorations
have all come to naught

the love i wished to happen
won't happen this christmas day
because the one i loved the most
has sadly passed away

so i have yet to greive
on that wonderful occasion
no one will love me
with such dedication

my heart has need to give
that special kind of love
but with no one to give it to
my heart it seems stopped up

i can only imagin
the fun we would have shared
exchanging our silly presents
showing how much we cared

going out shopping
will be a lonely task
there won't be anyone there
for me to share romance

but still i'll spend this christmas
with her on my mind
i wish she were here
we would have had a good time

so this will surely be
my saddest christmas ever
will my saddness ever leave
my heart keeps saying never

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010

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Christmas Time's Around the Bend

The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree, Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see, Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh. The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke, She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk. But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by, An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry. The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun. They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son! The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise, When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes. But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make, Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake. He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint, He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't. On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot. For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot". I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore; For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door. It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed. No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list, But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here. We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan. We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man. With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

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Wise men at Christmas

Earth has grown old
Angels veiled the sky
And night has gotten cold 
To put to sleep the stars on high

Wise men saw a star
And found a treasure of I Am
Shepherds heard a voice from a far
And found their lamb

Wise men came from the east
In search of a new born king
They came to worship a new born priest
With glad tidings they begin to sing

They bowed and worshiped Him
 Offering treasures of gold, incense, and myrrh
And to the new born King they hymned
As they sang the sleeping child began to stir

Wise men came down to worship
They came to share love divine
It was an awesome and intense courtship
 In Bethlehem “wise men at Christmas” making the headline

Copyright © Gideon Foli | Year Posted 2013

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To The Ones I Love at Christmas Time- A PS Dedication

To all who see the good in me
All that is lovely, sweet and fair
To all who will not see the thorns
Who nourish me with love and care

To dear ones who have loved my rhymes
Who with their words have spread the cheer
To all those who have seen and loved
This poetess and call her dear

To all those who have cared to write
About me in their poetry
Who’ve dedicated words to me
And filled my heart with ecstasy

To all those whom my heart holds dear
Who are my sweet and precious friends
I send this message out to you
In it our love together blends

This Christmas time I thank my God
That in my world you play a part
You bring me sunshine after rain
With joy you help my day to start

You must know this and thus be sure
Each one of you, I do adore
My life would not as wholesome feel
Had you not touched its very core

You move me and you make me see
A wonder that's beyond compare
What would I do without your gifts?
I’d surely sink in dark despair

Each one of you, a sparkling light
Upon my heart’s dear Christmas tree
You light my days and shine at night
By giving of yourself to me

And so, tonight my gift to you
Is simple lines wrapped in my love
A very merry Christmas all
I pleading from our God above

Good health, and hope and happiness,
and wishes that your dreams come true
This place is like my second home
My thanks go out to folks like you.

Eileen Manassian

To all of you who have loved me and accepted me with open arms, bless you.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Sheer Shopping Madness



You're off and running once again The day has hardly begun The electronics store, the big box stores Remember when shopping was fun? You're out of breath thinking about it Heart's pumping a mile a minute You try to check out your harried brain But you can't find anything in it! So there you go, you're on your way Your mind is all a-flutter Careful now, watch where you're going You almost stepped in the gutter! Your eyes are glazed and tearing up With a look that's totally blank Sure hope your purchases are covered With enough dough in the bank! Your tiny brain is filled to the top With a myriad of important thoughts Then finally the shopping is over And every present is bought! All shopped out so now you plop In your comfortable easy chair The madness is finally behind you As your snoring fills the air! © Jack Ellison 2012

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2012

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My Christmas Miracle

. If I could have a Christmas miracle, I would surely like to go Back to Mama’s bounteous table And the ones that I loved so. My dear daddy would still be there, My brothers and my son, My young husband and my mama Before the sad times had begun. And because this is a miracle, My sweet granddaughter too, Would be sitting by her grandpa Whom in life she never knew. My daddy would give the prayer of thanks, The rest would say amen. When all the food was passed around Grand feasting would begin. Every morsel would taste just like it did, When I was an active child And had whetted up my appetite With hours of running wild. My brothers would do some joshing, My daddy would joke a bit. With so much love around that table You could stick a fork in it. Not another thing could I ask for Nor more blessings from above, It I could have a day again Of such pure and endless love.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011

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DECEMBER'S ORCHIDS


Flurries sway on brocade of her pinkish gown
It’s Christmas night, breath rising from fresh lips,
A graceful face looks on as tinsels surround
Bouquet of orchids clutched by fingertips.

She paces a walk down through a chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of carols hums of new life
While he, entranced by rare sight parts a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to bride-wife.

The hallway rouses with cheer and merriment
December groom takes spouse for glides of waltz
And best man toasts, “Jane, don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her old jokes with applause.”

After chimes for kisses ring, her back turns
Unfurling bouquet of orchids, mid- air
A catch huddled by one whose fate confirms
Same magic of a wedded bliss;  love’s flair!


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12/03/2013
Shadow's Contest:Getting Married at Christmas...
by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013