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Details | Light Poetry | |

A Christmas Carol

Oh the Ghosts, Oh the Ghosts!!!
The Ghosts of Christmas shall haunt the wicked
They shall haunt the bitter and sorrowful decrepit creatures
Your hunched back and wallet will be no shield
For the three ghosts of the Christmas past

I Sir am the ghost of the Christmas past
Fear not I shall do yee no harm
That, you have already done upon your own wicked soul
Yes, that is you, as a young man, full of piss and vinegar as they say
Oh I know, you young ones then called it love, sore sight that was

I sir am the ghost of the Christmas present
Fear not, the bitter cause their own harm, not I for sure
They seethe within their own discontent and folly
The chains you hear old scrooge, are not mine
They are the irons that chain your heart to the wheel of wealth

I sir am the ghost of Christmas future
Fear not, for there is hope for all mankind
Even you, who counts coins like lovers count kisses
When you wake, you shall remember not, all these wise illusionary dreams
Old scrooge, the gift of mercy shall bestow a last grasp at happiness, take yee    hold!!!

The most festive of December days, the sun rose in the cold brisk air
Scrooge awoke, and the inexplicable sound of laughter filled his dreary bedroom
Pure unadulterated joy from the grumpiest of old men
The maid fled in fear, what insanity must have possessed this bitter old lard
Ah but happiness was indeed in the air

On with his topcoat and hat, nary a moment to ponder
Of he went to his secretary’s house
Carol, Carol !!!! He exclaimed, yes, I am not mad not crazy nor insane, open the door!
Possessed maybe, but only of joy, that I, the one so filled with animosity
Now I see, by the grace of the god, the love before my very eyes!!!

Well Carol and Scrooge passed a very Merry Christmas indeed!!!!!


Notes: This take of “A Christmas Carol” is from fond memories as a child, when our Dad “made” us watch this movie over the years! Blessed are those with such fond childhood memories of Christmas! 


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A Country Christmas

 The snow piles up in drifts outside,
a doe and her fawn at the old apple tree,
smoke from the chimney billows sky high
a festive manger shone in the light.
Shuffling is heard above the staircase
where little ones awaken to winter slippers,
skip down the hall with smiling faces
the tracks in the snow showed reindeer traces.
The fire is crackling, the stockings are fragrant
with fresh gathered nuts and tangerines,
peppermint canes and fresh pine boughs,
wreathed up on holly berries almost pristine.
"Santa came!
   Santa came!" they cried and they screamed,
spying the packages under the tree
with ribbons and bows, shiny and clean,
which to open first seemed but a dream.
The Holiday arrived festive and bright
Because gifts were given on a cold winter's night,
Gold, frankincense and myrrh that day
gifts to a child given in faith.
They grabbed their jackets, there by the door,
ran outside to the manager, the new baby boy,
Their little prayer brought me much joy,
"Thank you for Jesus." Then a slight pause,
"And Thank you Lord Jesus, for Santa Clause!" 


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas, Minus One

We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.

Family gathering, Christmas Eve 
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts, 
found flowers from her funeral 
crafted into hand-made jewelry, 
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.

I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings, 
and measured life-sustaining juice 
through the metal funnel she used 
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent, 
like her body had been at 93.

I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven 
chocolate rolls after school, 
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun, 
hot biscuits with apple jelly, 
squeezed from the peelings after 
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.

I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.


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Snow

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."


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Christmas Carols

Trevor, Wendy and Sheila they all lived next door
Then there was me and that made us four
We all sang in St Peters church choir in my village home
On Christmas Eve we sang carols as round the village we would roam

We sang at every door in the village on that night
Wishing all a merry Christmas as they turned on their porch light
We sang the entire carol every single verse
Though sometimes the snow would just get worse and worse

All the money that we raised went to Overley Hall
To help keep the place open a benefit to all
Our last carol of the night was always at the York’s
He and his missus couldn’t they half talk

She would play piano and we would sing along
He would sit by fireside joining in the song
After we had finished they showed us to the door
With cake and fruit and a donation even though they might be poor

They had no children of their own so enjoyed our carol singing
We always left with words of thanks and exaltations ringing
We would find our way home it would be after ten
We used to count the money gat ourselves warm and then

They would go home back to the house next door
I would go up to my room and sleep deep that for sure
We would get up the next day and Christmas day was there
Yet Christmas Eve and carol singing was great for us to share 


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Christmas Memories

We were poor, but my brother and I didn’t know it.
Before Christmas my dad would take us to find just the right scraggly 
fir tree..a wonderful afternoon tramping around in the woods.

Old and worn decorations..we were delighted to open the crate
and unpack them; it was like seeing old and beloved friends again.
The red velvet car was my favorite..  his a bedraggled Santa sled.

We always had a present or two..but the most exciting gifts were
in our stockings. The stockings were my dad’s work socks..washed
and pressed for the occasion. They hung with pride, beautiful to us.

One year I got a fishing pole in my stocking. It was stuck through
a hole in the heel. I thought that Santa was the cleverest
of men. Imagine..using that hole to my advantage!

My dad’s boss would give us the same thing year after year.
A crate of oranges, something we never had at any other time.
I can still see the juice on my hands as we devoured that special gift.

I wouldn’t trade those Christmas memories. The greatest gift was feeling
warm, and safe…and loved.


Details | I do not know? | |

Once Upon A Christmas Dreaming

Once upon a Christmas dreaming 
Alphabets of spelling sleep, 
Coal and snow plumed shrouded wreaths, 
Fantasia minds plunged ever teeming 
                              Distant choral souls redeeming, 
Silence weeping, starlight beaming, 
Light years bursting solar sheaths. 

Whatever lost craved warmth and finding, 
Rang the bells and rapped the brass, 
Crept a creep of holy stealth, 
Midnight chimed, the clock unwinding, 
                              Visual feasts of gospels blinding, 
Shadows lifted, ever minding 
Love bestowing priceless wealth.

In the veils of crystals falling 
Carols gelled with latticed ice, 
Knitted pearls of liquid frost, 
The songs of Christmas past were calling, 
                              Eerie, wistful caterwauling, 
Heaven bent on reinstalling, 
Beckoned home whatever lost. 

Once upon a Christmas waking 
To a world of perfect white, 
Love and caring left the grave 
And arms wrapped bodies live and shaking, 
                              Purest beauty in the making, 
Gifts for giving, gifts for taking, 
And all we took was all we gave. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

Toy Train

15 December 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa

I was at my age avid for adventure
Played outside home, street as my playground
Every nimiety of joy, I want to capture
Never ran out of game plan to lay down

At that time, robots are in the boom
Voltes V, Mazinger Z, and Daimos, among my favorites
But what most appealing for me to have in my playroom
Is a battery operated toy train with complete accessories

Christmas season is the best time to receive gifts
For a child like me, full of excitement and wishful 
Life was hard before,  wishful thinking somehow gone adrift
Somehow, someday under the Christmas tree, I’ll find it circling in full

Watch the tiny trains buzzing along the tracks
It’s a fun to place little trees and people in the scene
 Reverberating rhythm of horn and its wheels click-clack
Passing by a miniature bridge, tunnels, forest so evergreen

Make up stories for the little people in the scene
Why there are there and what’s happening
Still fresh and playing wildly in my brain
I’ll make it happen on Christmas day with my son mingling

6th place in "TOYLAND" contest 
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S. 
1/13/2011


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A Single Leaf Out of A Tree

A single leaf, 
Falls out of a tree above me,
 As it twist and turn, 
The wind blows it in my direction, 
It symbolizes the ending point of my 
struggles and all my pain, 
It tells me that they twist and turn, 
But never remain, 
It takes a sudden fall next to me, 
But why? 
It symbolizes the thought of being 
alone, 
It tells me that someone is always 
by my side, 
As I write, 
The leaf flies away, 
As if it had a huge success in 
incouragement, 
Nature communicates with us in 
many ways, 
Not with words, 
But with a single leaf out of a tree.


Details | Footle | |

A Disappointing Present

X-Box?
No, Socks!


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Dolly

There was a tree I remember that
Though the house seemed dark I swear.
Father had left us months ago
Now Christmas time was here.

Sister, well, she was only three
and knew not much of presents
I cried for many things that year
one of them loving parents.

On Christmas morning beneath the tree
a special Dolly waited
with joints that moved and eyes of glass
sorrow had abated.

Dolly, well she was an real angel
for she’d brought my Daddy home.
Convinced was I by twinkling eye
and sparkling golden comb.

Magical Dolly with moving hands,
no matter a bit broken,
the token Daddy gave to me
love had truly spoken.





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A Christmas Dinner Memory

Listening to the roosters crow brings thoughts
Memories of when I was very young
There was a rooster who wasn't store-bought
He had strong masculine traits and strong lungs

He would loudly crow, strut, and fight the best
The day he flew at me and tried to spur
Was the day his name became the fowl pest
On Christmas Eve he met his fate_ yes, sir
  
'Pon that fated day he crowed his last crow
His fancy strutt in the pot mom did stir
The feet, the neck, tips of wings she did throw
When those were done, dumplings she did transfer

The meal was done and all sat down to eat
Mom passed the dumplings around and served me
In the dumplings on my plate landed his feet
Laughter around the table showed our esprit


Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Christmas Dinner With Humor
Completed 12/17/12
Minimum 12 lines
Christmas day the rest was boiled and dressing made...
Rhyme


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Unknown

Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.


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My Most Memorable Christmas Gift

It was many years ago that I sat there on the floor
With Aunt Allie and my cousins, we knew what was in store.
The clan was gathered there around the Christmas tree
Just eagerly awaiting their Christmas gifts to see.

There was Billy Joe and Grady Earl and pretty Bonnie Lou
I can’t remember Martha  – She might have been there too.
All these kids, aged six to nine, were very close to me
And when you saw just one of us you’d see two or three.

Now, Christmas gifts at my house were opened Christmas eve
But presents in aunt Allie’s home, were saved  ‘til morning, don’t you see.
I’d had my Christmas presents; there were quite a lot.
So I’d gone on down to Auntie’s to see what they all got. 

They took turns opening their gifts – around the room they’d go.
The first one up was Bonnie Lou – ladies first, you know
Bonnie gave a gleeful shout and raised her present high,
Just what she’d wanted for so long -- a portable hi-fi.

Grady Earl was next to see what Santa had in store,
He left cousin Grady skates that he’d been savin’ for.
Billy Joe was anxious to see if it were true
That if you had not been real good, it’s switches there for you.

Well, Billy didn’t have to wait too long to find what was in store
A box as big as China was coming through the door.
Now generally big boxes meant something really good
And when they opened up this box, a new bicycle stood.

All this Christmas giving went on an hour or so
When people began watchin’ me and started talkin’ low.
They tried to look so normal as they continued on
When I heard one kid whisper, “There’s nothin’ here for John.”

I’d opened presents earlier and I thought that they all knew
I was only there to witness, not to gather me a few.
It was not long, I’d say; just a minute, maybe two --
Someone handed me a package, saying, “John, this is for you.”

Something wrapped in tissue was now held in my hand –
I really tried to protest – They didn’t understand.
Their love for me was genuine and, me? – I felt the same.
They were somehow embarrassed that no gift bore my name.

I pulled away the ribbon from the tissue they’d prepared --
I know their love was all wrapped up in what was lying there.
At first it was puzzling as I looked into their faces,
For lying there was a brand-new pair of simple shoelaces.

Though I didn’t understand it on that day so long ago
The meaning of the laces continues to grow and grow.
Innocence was present then and few will now recall --
Young minds can seldom comprehend the meaning of it all.

 Sweet memories of Christmas past now fill the summer air
As I stand here looking down at the marker lying there.
Bill and all the other kids have now all gone away,
But the meaning of the shoestrings comforts me today.

Written by John Posey
12/16/12


Details | Light Poetry | |

Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


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The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That  some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare were the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Grandchildren, by the Grace of God
Who, I pray, shall all be well shod
Now, material gathered for the making
Of the future Christmas stockings

***************************************************************


We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockings. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. 










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The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last


By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~










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Christmas Blues

Christmas was never about God for me,
it was memories of warm laughter, rosy cheeked joys   	
for if God was the point, whose God would it be?

Xmas was about giving to your protégées.	
Long, long, lost wishes of long broken boy toys,
Christmas was never about God for me.

Winter’s height held the beauty of childhood set free
of hunting and wrapping and folks overjoyed	
for if it was God, we had three, whose God would it be?

This December wonder now past, gone you see,
gone with the cold, I’d not wish despair on July, this killjoy
for Christmas was never about God for me.

Once a year Xmas marks a sad crying spree
with nobody wanting to be home and little joy employed
for if God were the point, my son would be with me?

Perhaps, with grandchildren there be a jubilee
and this hollowed out husk of me will be destroyed
And Christmas will be about God for me
for it could be so, whose god will it be?


Details | Free verse | |

A Child's Christmas

Sight, Sound and Scent When I think of the bygone Christmas Images that come to my mind are Candy canes, cookies and popcorn strands Adorning the Christmas tree. The popcorn strands are easier to make And still, I think, a family project. I know, decorating with cookies difficult But feel their homey feel with cookie cutters Which can be napkin rings for the table Hear the sleigh bells ring Creating the quintessential Christmas melody Hang a strap of sleigh bells on your front door Warm sounds a great greeting for the guests. But the best sound is children’s laughter And the squeals of glee, as the presents opened Think of the toys that simple things You might have played with a child Like a jack-in-box or spinning circus top. Spices, bayberry and baked things, Are all scents that evoke the holidays Choose the Christmas décor that appeals Not only to eyes but to the nose and ears Drape fir branches tied with a red bow above the door.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Date: 12-17-13 Form: Free Verse Third place win Contest: A Child's Christmas by Shadow Hamilton


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fond memories

through the window i peered
intricate layers of lace
painted by old man winter
obscured my view of any visible signs

the snow outside was deep
but the emotions inside ran deeper

i remember waking Christmas morn
empty plate and cup littered the sink
fancy gifts. delicately placed
beneath the now silent tree

giggles of children covered the sounds
of ripping paper being scattered about
beneath the layers of red, green, gold,
topped with only a bow, i recall that doll
trying to summersault her way over to me
(better than i ever could) little “tumbelina”
the only gift i wished for, the only thing
that seemed to matter that Christmas day
to a child who still believed in the magic
of santa, his reindeer and sleigh


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My Greatest Gift

When I received the greatest gift,
Was Christmas when I was ten;
That present gives my soul a lift,
When I think of it now and then;

I didn’t see a box with my name,
When I searched under the tree;
 I thought my parents were playing a game,
And had hidden it from me;

I waited oh so patiently,
For my gift on Christmas Day;
And when mom put a blindfold on me,
I didn’t know quite what to say;

She marched me out the front door,
And held my hand so tight;
Just when I thought I could take no more,
I saw that glorious sight;

My dad was holding the reins,
To a horse with a big red bow;
He had ribbons tied in his mane, 
With a coat that seemed to glow;

I burst out into happy tears,
As I reached out to touch his face;
It’s a moment I’ve remembered for many years,
No other could take it’s place;

My greatest gift was “Lucky”,
My horse so tried and true;
And I hope you’ll be as lucky,
To have a gift like that for you!


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Bruno Sits

This is something I wrote after the death of my daughter (1995).  Bruno was her pride and joy and he sat in a rocking chair in her room for many years after.  I've revised it somewhat.  Unfortunately, my husband has also died since, so now we're down to two.  Now Colette's little girl, Grace loves Barbies

Bruno Sits Bruno sits in a rocking chair as though she’s coming hither. He's just a battered old Christmas bear but I remember that winter. Our girls didn’t know we searched at night as Santa’s helpers filled with delight. Jeannie, loved bears. Barbies delighted Colette. We bumped into Ken driving Barbie’s corvette. Suddenly looking at us with two beady eyes, was the biggest toy bear we'd seen in our lives. On Christmas day, Jeannie gasped at that bear Colette loved her vet We were all there. Now Bruno sits and sit so do I. I know Jeannie’s not coming. Bruno can’t say goodbye. Bruno will wait and we'll not forget Not I. Not papa. Not our darling Colette. We’ll see her again wherever it be. Now Jeannie’s adieu. We’re lonely as three. ©June 5, 2001 K.McL.Collins


Details | Light Poetry | |

Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!


Details | Haiku | |

THE AUSSIE WAY

THE AUSSIE WAY

large family yule
big bird on christmas table
ostrich with stuffed pouch



Details | Sonnet | |

OUR CHRISTMAS CAROLERS

         OUR CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list my dear to Christmas, tis the sound
of childrens voices ringing soft and dear
it brings to mind that hope may still be found
within a world that lives in constant fear

oh what a change the world's been going through
since first we met one winters Christmas eve
and all I ever had, the gift of you
was all I ever needed to believe

that peace on earth would be all of our days
and now just hear these children sing along
perhaps we judge them harshly, in some ways
for don't they seem the picture of their song?

   And as their sounds warm to the heart of me  
   I pray this is the way their world will be.
© Ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Jingle Bells

We’re cuddled up now, 
In the back of the sleigh;
Listening as the bells jingle,
In a Merry Christmas way!


Details | Rhyme | |

A Busy Christmas

Lights shimmer and shine everywhere
Presents being wrapped with care
Decorations hung on trees
Bring back happy memories
Of the ones we made in school
That we saved and are still used
Mistletoe hung from above
So you can kiss the ones you love
We play our favorite Christmas songs
As children try and sing along
Signing cards with hugs and kisses
Making our holiday wishes
Loading cameras, we go crazy
From all this holiday frenzy
Elves are working through the night
To make sure every toy is right
For Santa to fill up his sled
As little ones are tucked in bed
Another year is almost done
Full of memories and fun


Details | Free verse | |

A Christmas Past

It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that 
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t 
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping 
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we 
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift. 
Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree, 
ones from our grandparents and of course mom
and dad. But that one, the one you wished for 
was never knitted socks or mitts or anything
you wear, it was something special like 
a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts 
came to me. We always visited relatives and 
good friends and I remember taking it with me.
I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own 
transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to 
the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my 
hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old 
girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night 
every time the announcer said his name. Many 
Christmases have come and gone since then, but
the memories of that radio with an antenna and 
two turning knobs I will never forget.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.30.2014
Contest: Hush of Christmas Past
1st


Details | Chant Royal | |

Griga Christmas cheer

Griga Christmas cheer
By Lawrence M. Nunez

Christmas in Griga was a special day
We celebrated in a special way
It was never about a gift or a toy
But rather happiness and joy
The toys were good for only a day
For the good ones mommy couldn’t pay
And all we needed was Christmas cheer

No chimney we had for Santa to come
Parcels from states we did get some
Luis Liu, James Chee, and Leo Liu
McKenzie, Dick Usher and Alberto Liu
Our Stores down town fully decked out
Not with lights but friends shout out
Celebration in the air and Christmas cheer

Freshly varnished tables and chair
The sound of music in the air
Linoleum or Marley on the floor
For those that were not really poor
Like cake and Fanta we had to share
With those who brought laughter, joy and care
Blessings, glad tidings and Christmas cheer

Santa you would never see
For there was none by Carib sea
Parents worked hard for what we got
No Santa we had to sit on his lap  
Jankunu for us was the mark of the day
House to house to those that would pay
For that was our Christmas cheer

Warini we had on Christmas Eve
All dressed up in banana leaves.
Jankunu on Christmas day would dance
Regally dressed, impressive as they prance
Cherikanari would be the day after that,
Hunta man and Bagasu would have their spat
And this completes our Christmas cheer.


Details | Lyric | |

A Gray Christmas

The little boy sits by the christmas tree 
Full of light and color
Trying to figure out what all the colors are
He puts his little hands on the ornaments
Trying to see what they are
Feeling them
He steps back and falls over a present
He feels around the box trying to open it
Only seeing alittle 

Mean while on the phone..

his mom is talking to the doctor

"do you think he will be able to see by christmas?" she says
The doctor replies "theres no guarentees, he is 67 % blind, when we did the test with him, he described the color blue as a dark black, and a yellow as a light gray, your son only sees in black and white and im not sure if we can fix that. but we will do our best"

A breathe escapes from her lips as she turns and looks at her son
The doctor explains "his surgery is set for Dec. 7th. be here around 8 am and we will see what we can do, im trully sorry"
He hangs up.

Back in the living room

The boy stands up and walks over to his mom
"mom, have you seen the christmas lights?" he says

She replies "yes sweety i have."

He hugs her leg and says "are they black and white?"

She answers "no sweety" she points to a light bulb on the tree

"this one is blue" she smiles

He grabs the light bulb and repeats "this one is blue" and giggles

She lays him down in his bed as he quickly falls asleep

She sits down on the chair and thinks
"to me. because my son cannot see the beautiful lights and feel the joys of christmas, everything is gray for me. nothing will fill my empty heart"


There are no smiles, when everything is gray, when you cant see the colors of a bright day




Details | Free verse | |

A NEIGHBORHOOD CHILD

One Christmas eve    my ceiling hung
With thready webs    a glow behind
Cast lace patterns on my bed

That Yule    eight reindeer ran the covers
Then through every midnight room
I cried to mother    father    brother

All of whom had shed    by dream
Their task of season’s rush and bother
Free    but lost to my entreat

“Can’t you see them paw    prance?
Oh    mother    how they rear and point
At Santa – that jolly     Christmas    ghost”

All filmy things    once designated
Then    not real    evaporated
And I sat straight up in bed

Rubbed the cobwebs from my eyes
Memory of tinsel    candy
Presents in my drowsy head

Awake to silence    angel hair
Little men in forest dress
Imaginary pixies on the stair

And then    remembering the tree
(all hazy else    it seems    had been a dream)
The tree that by our fireplace rose

In thought it glowed above the dreamy web
Those blue    green    red    silver lights    
Had formed quaint phantoms on my bed

I’m up    on tiptoe    and carefully
Am sneaking toward the living room
(Inky blackness    don’t you see)

Don’t you see the little man
Dressed in Santa suit   belt     and boots
Spreading presents neath the tree

Now truth be known    so sorry am I to say
‘Little boy blue’ is yet in bed
Those phantom figures swimming his head

And late that eve    ceiling bright
With visions of the coming day
The wisest Angel of the night

Makes visit    singing    of the play
A song of filial brotherhood
With child invests the neighborhood


Details | Narrative | |

The Sugar Cube House

Love is a season.
And holidays mark the seasons, and years like signs in the road,
reflecting the bumps in our journey, but showing us a way back home.

Sixteen, in pajamas, watching the rain pelt down,
it was long past midnight, Christmas eve.
Twinkling lights on one house across the road, stared back at me.
It was if they were trying to fill our dark house with color.
The block was filled with a hundred lighted windows.
But the blackness of our own, somehow, seemed more appropriate.  

There was no Christmas tree in our house that year.
I suppose Dad felt it was too soon, or perhaps just the effort to get through each day
had taken all the strength he had.
We had stayed up and watched a Christmas program together.
Perry Como, I think it was, for I think I remember he sang "Ava Maria", and Dad got teary eyed.
My brother had come home from the Air Force earlier that week,
trying to help bring us a bit of cheer,....at least, for awhile,
but he had been called back to duty, and I missed him terribly.

The house was silent after Dad had gone to bed.
I wasn't sleepy,....and it was lonely looking out at the cold night
It seemed the whole world was sleeping, waiting for Christmas.
                                 
As I finally headed for bed, I noticed a light had been left on in the front coat closet.
I opened the door, and looking up, to pull the chain, I noticed the box.
The shoe box that had kept the sugar cube house, safe, dry, and out of harm's way.

A sugar cube house that Mom and I had made together when I was 8 years old. 
Little sugar cubes stacked into walls, and a roof, glued together with red frosting.
We had copied one out of her Good Housekeeping magazine that year,
and had surrounded it with little trees, and a oval mirror pond, and items we had found at the 5 and 10 cent store.  She had carefully packed it all away last year.
After her last Christmas.

Late into the night, I sat in the dimness of the house, laying out the sugary scene on the fireplace mantel....just as Mom would have done.

When the freckled morning moved into day...I woke on the sofa...Dad sitting next to me.  He had covered me with a warm blanket, and had fallen asleep beside me.

After breakfast....he disappeared outside, and soon came in carrying a sorry looking branch from our old evergreen tree. 

We decorated that bedraggled branch...it wasn't the most beautiful tree we had ever had, but it brought Christmas back to my family.
_______________________________________________________________

For Deb's Contest: A Christmas Tale
(Inspired by "The Match Girl" By H.C. Anderson


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Mother

There is no way I can express the love I feel for you.
Or count the many things throughout the years you helped me through.
There is no way I can repay the sacrifices made.
But from my memory these countless things will never fade.

The sleepless nights when I was sick you stayed up by my side.
The medicine, the chicken soup, with love you did provide. 
The times you walked me back and forth each day right to my school.
And taught me how to cross the street, repeating every rule.

On every Christmas morning there were presents by the tree.
I always thought that Santa Claus had heard my desperate plea.
With very little money you still always found a way.
To make sure I was happy, every year, on Christmas day.

To church, the park, the library, you took me everywhere.
In rain and snow and bitter cold, in summer’s heat and glare.
Long bus rides that you endured, while holding my small hand.
So I could swim inside the sea, make castles in the sand.
 
You taught me how to cook and clean and even how to sew.
Patiently explaining, because of you I know.
You saved your little dollars one by one, they did accrue.
Then took me to the movies, Coney Island, and the zoo.

And when I grew and had my sons and asked if you would be.
The one to watch them while I worked, of course, you did agree. 
You gave them all the love and care so I could go and earn.
The money to provide without the worry and concern.

How can I ever really say how much I feel for you?
A life-time filled with love and memories between us two.
Although your bones are brittle and the years have slowed your pace.
I still can hear the way you laughed and see your smiling face.
   


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Morn

                                       Christmas Morn
                           The tree is lit,illuminating gifts under 
                            it's branches.
                           The stairs start creaking and children are
                            peeking. 
                           Descending ,with oohs and awes.
                           The desire to open the gifts is a tempting
                            invitation.                        
                           For now they sit with eyes so big, to ponder
                            brightly wrapped gifts , encased with their 
                            names on.
                           Desiring to see a parent come and say,
                            time to see what santa has left for you.
                           Then the opening begins, pleasantly
                           providing enjoyment for the parents 
                            to see their children's fun.
                           Paper tossed all around,
                           The gifts opened one by one.
                          
                               Anne Rutherford
                                Copyright 2008
                              Poems From The Heart 
                                         Series
                           


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Poems For Kids And teenagers: 4 Hours To Christmas

It’s eight, I’m waking up late the aroma of mummy’s fry gives me so much joy to cry It’s nine, admiring my gifts so fine counting the time to display this, I’ve been hoping since may. It’s ten; guess who’s here; Uncle Ben can’t wait for his Biblical stories as the Kitchen scents with currys It’s eleven; I wished for this hour since seven dancing through the city square I’m so happy Life is fair. Hurray! It’s Christmas and I don’t want it to pass so thank you Jesus, for this gift of Love!


Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Biography

quatrains

Five are one, loving each another
I was last of the Jolly children.
Cedar tree from the woods, I ‘member
my fifth Christmas in ’50.

Jovial times for the five of us
the mistletoe and snow uncommon.
We had holly Jolly Christmases
before Burl Ives in ’60.  

Ten more years added two grandkids quick
when brother wed his sweetheart and friend.
Kids once more wait for jolly St. Nick
toy gifts to buy in ’70.

When next the decade finds me checking
I’m a wife, mother and aunt again.
This season three extras come decking
the Jolly halls ’80.

We add a son. My oldest niece weds.
“Jolly” tables now serve six and ten. 
Fourth generation – her two “great” kids 
help Christmas rock in ’90.

Death takes its toll, both parents succumb.
Divorce claims two, four go to heaven.
New mates are found and babies still come
Christmas was rough in ’2000.

No more gath’rings of Jolly’s in sync
but love still counts, I number the kin.
We’re up to thirty-three now I think
my sixty-fifth Christmas 2010.


*My maiden name is Jolly which adds a lot of fun and joking especially at Christmas time.
Heart's Warmth Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

More than weather, can be frightful or Unseasonal Christmas

Used to be the weather was frightful
People covered themselves from head to toe
Now, despite the fact it’s Christmas season
I see more sand, than I see snow
The temperatures keep on elevating
To the moon, they just seem to rise
Oh, where is the Christmas of yesterday
The rosy cheeks, windows fogged with ice

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Frosty, it seems we’re not gonna see him
Heat miser, now, has gotten his day
Can’t ole Jack Frost do something about this
And chase the warm weather away
No need to chop wood set for burning
The heated air replaces that in the hearth
I hope it gets cold and very soon, too
Because Christmas puts warmth in everyone’s heart

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Oh, when Christmas day finally gets here
Right now, I’ll tell ya, all I wanna see
Are people with scarves and gloves on their hands
And snow bringing life to all barren trees
I want the temps to chill me right to the bone
That’s when I’ll know it’s Christmas time
Who wants to look up and see a sleigh
With a fat man in a speedo, flying around

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town


Details | Tanka | |

Wonder of Stockings

Stockings hung early Part of the Christmas décor Mesmerized, I’d sit Santa, please, no nuts and fruit Oranges take so much space Eyes wide with wonder Always some speculation Stocking touched each day Empty until Christmas morn Suspense was overwhelming Perhaps a yo-yo Homemade goodies from Ma Clause Treats tasty and sweet Maybe a harmonica So Dad could give me lessons One more thing, Santa, Jingle your bells; wake me up So I can serve you Milk and cookies I helped bake And see if my horse arrived
*Every year I asked for a horse, but apparently they don’t fare well in cities. Santa never responded to that request. LOL Written November 5, 2011, by Carolyn Devonshire for Russell’s “Christmas Stocking Tribute” contest


Details | Couplet | |

A Very Wet Christmas


When I was twelve, the rains came and came
On Christmas Eve it was just the same
The beautiful presents waited under the tree
We never got to open them, for you see
The swollen river could hold no more
We had no idea the horror  in store
With nothing but the clothes on our backs
We left our home, that night so black
Through waste high water to higher ground
The swirling current a terrifying  sound
Huddled together with neighbors and friends
That night our Christmas came to an end
Our home was gone..but we had each other
Me, mother, father and my older  brother.
On Christmas Eve I stop and  remember
The fear on that day in late December
But thankful that we had trust and love
The best gifts, gifts from our father above...


Details | Clerihew | |

Ralphie Clerihew


You'll shoot your eye out, they said to young Ralphie
when for Christmas, he asked for a gun to shoot BB's.
Yes, it's funny to watch this poor kid's Christmas stress,
but don't you think once a year is enough, TBS!


For Andrea Dietrich's Christmas Character Clerihew Contest, 12/7/14   


Details | Rhyme | |

THE CHRISTMAS BOX

Snow hadn’t fallen overnight, but a heavy frost had covered the ground
and in the morning, a little boy ran downstairs in his dressing gown.
He could see the tree lights, as he skipped his way down the hall
it was Christmas day, many years ago; Father Christmas had made his call.
And there under the Christmas tree, was a rather large cardboard box
full of carefully wrapped presents of toys, sweets and new football socks.

The best present waiting for him was a Hornby Electric Train
and there was an Airfix kit for him to build a model aeroplane.
Also there was a cowboy hat, with a holster and toy silver gun
and some new Dinky Toy cars, which would bring him a lot of fun.
It was certainly to be a time for him, to play and play all day,
so when the Queen’s speech came on, he just had to sneak away. 

He went into another room and saw the large cardboard box
taking off his shoes he climbed into it, wearing his football socks.
In his mind he was in a boat, sailing the southern seas
looking at the stars in a foreign sky, sails flapping in the breeze.
He played for hours in his boat; it brought him so much joy
a cardboard box turned out to be, his favourite Christmas toy!
 

 
 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Santa and the Red-headed Stepchild

Hey fat man
 in the little red suit
All those little girls 
think your so cute
But ive known the truth now
 since i was over three
And caught you kissing Mommy 
under our  christmas tree
I heard whispers and moans 
and little passionate sighs
Ya i saw that twinkle
 in your bloodshot eyes
I crept over to your bag
 and peeked right in,
I saw twenty bags of cookies
And a bottle of gin
Your were gettin busy with mom
Goin all ho ho ho
Then i saw my name 
On a lump of coal
No little red wagon
No G.I. Joe
I screamed, "thats it fat boy"
"you gotta go"
He got dressed fast 
So lively and quick
But first i swatted his ass 
With a red-hot poker stick
Up high he jumped 
And went screaming into the night
I said, " and dont come back"
"until you get it right"


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
WAIT! 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Child's Christmas

The smell of pine fills the air
Tis a sign that Christmas is near
No other smell can compair
Except one fragrance strong in here.

With bedclothes on we gather around
One by one is handed out
By mother's lovely eyes so brown
A threaded needle comes about.

First we are told we must string
We must finish before we can eat
While Christmas carols we do sing
Sometimes one of us would cheat.

Stringing popcorn is always a tradition
At our house, it's decorations on the tree
Now we have our mother's permission
To fill our tummys as full as can be.

Jan. 4, 2014 
Contest~~A Child's Christmas~~


Details | Rhyme | |

Christmas Time: Little Flowing Rhyme

I smell the pine fresh scent
As the tree comes in once more
The real deal and classic sound
Hoovering needles off the floor

November's gone for another year
So bring on the Christmas Holly
As it's around that time again
The season to be jolly

Children get out a pads and pens
To compose their Christmas list
Parents note the food and drinks
And think of what they've missed

Boys wish for their action men
The girls just want their dolly
Parents storm around the isles
To fill up the shopping trolley

We see lights and decorations
We hear songs we all adore
The frost gathers on the windows
As carolers sing outside your door

We may complain and say it's cold
Though deep down we always know
We forget about the temperature
When we see blankets of snow

Temperatures will drop some more
Ice freezes over puddles
Some wrap up warm with extra covers
Some just prefer the cuddles

The singles put up mistletoe
All hoping to be kissed
The couples have much more in mind
I'm sure you get the gist

Now the days are getting closer
The Good Saint Nick will soon take flight
To visit all the kids
Who left him cookies for him to bite

Families and loved ones
You've not seen all year round
Pack their bags and journey off
To travel homeward bound

We all catch up and all get stuffed
Around the dinner table
Then lounge around as Men doze off
While watching Sky or Cable

It's not all about the presents
Though sure it makes us smile
But more about your presence
With who you've not seen for a while.

Merry Christmas... Everyone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Fizzy Christmas

Fizzy Christmas
By Danny Sroda

There is a story which has been untold
Which I cannot any more withhold
It's about a man who you all know
Who lives out in the land of snow
Father Christmas was his name
Until that episode of shame
When he started wearing all that red
And he became Santa instead

I wonder if you've ever thought
If not I think you really ought
To consider why he made this change
If you think about it, it's quite strange
One day he was a fairy tale
Until his agent made a sale
Like David Beckham, he was sold
To the ones who promised lots of gold

So he changed his name and changed his clothes
He was dictated to by those
Who thought their business could cash in
On Santa's warm and friendly grin
Before he knew it he was cloned
When he read the contract how he groaned
What have I done? the old man said
I must have sawdust in my head

They've got me by the crystal balls
In all the schools and shopping malls
There's a fellow with a clip-on beard
Who all the children think is weird
They know it's not the real me
But still they sit upon his knee
So they can humour mum and dad
And show them it's no passing fad
And that they always will believe
But they know it's really uncle Steve
Who's dressed up in those silly clothes
They can recognise his big red nose
Dad says it comes from too much beer
He looks like Rudolph the Reindeer

While those impostors take my place
I have to work a crazy pace
I've only got one Christmas Eve
To make certain that I will achieve
This mammoth task that lies ahead
While all the children are in bed
Seven billion homes in just one night
Do you think I get some strange delight?
In driving through the sleet and snow
In temperatures fourteen below

Poor Rudolph dreads it every year
So do the other eight reindeer
Delivering seven billion gifts
Through avalanches and snow drifts
Can be a pretty tricky feat
When at every house we have to eat
A carrot and a large mince pie
And if I drank the brandy I would die

Still I suppose it could be worse
Just think if it was in reverse
If I didn't get a tasty treat
No carrot for Rudolph to eat
We'd have to go to Pizza Hut
And then the boss would kick my butt
He'd refer me to the HR clerk
For going AWOL whilst at work

So I need to get my conscience clear
My image rights have cost me dear
It was making me uptight and stressed
So with this letter I've confessed
You see I am just like the rest
In the rat-race and depressed
facebook.com/alchemyofwords to read the rest!


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A Child's Christmas

With wonderment and gleeful bliss
she gave her mama a goodnight kiss.
Then off to bend the stars till dawn
and watch the snow adorn the lawn.

Hoping so much to see a sleigh
the wee one bowed her head to pray
for Santa's safe journey and such.
Really she didn't ask for much.

Her nose frosted the window panes
as she reached for some candy canes
to feed to Santa's swift reindeer.
How she could feel their presence near!

Finally she lay down to sleep
so quiet she didn't make a peep.
She watched from her bed to the moonlit sky
to see if Santa Claus really did fly!

Fatigue took over;the little girl slept.
Her guardian angel it's vigil kept.
Off she slipped to a dreamland sweet
till she heard the clatter of reindeer feet.

It's morning and down the stairs she flies
among the toys and a dolly that cries
there stands a tricycle in pink
and Mama gives her a smile and a wink!



written Christmas Eve Dec.24th, 2013


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Space-Love

Let's escape to space
& Leave the human race 

Space-love a new awesomeness
Forget the life & the gloominess

Kiss me, because I care
Even thought the life is unfair

I want to be a space-lover
Love you now, tomorrow & forever

Lest Live in a house made of stars
& drive spaceship instead of cars 

We feel the space-love in moon
I'll be yours, you'll be mine so soon

Galaxy, universe, stars & limitless
Screw the world, we found happiness.


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One December Night (The End)

One December Night
     (Continuation to the End)
    
All that year Santa had hoped and had tried to find a child's love that would strongly abide.  
But month after month he was given the boot.  It didn't matter whether he showed magic or 
gave them some loot.  Many children were selfish.  Not one gave a hoot.  
     Until one cold blizzard night, in a stormy plight, the frog rang the doorbell and walked 
right on in.  In the warmth of the house, after ousting the mouse, four children accepted the 
frog for his good.  It was a happy sight for the frog there that night.  Yes, they showed him 
great kindness and genuine love, the 
spirit of Christmas shown down from above.  The purest of love without expectations turned 
the frog into Santa who promptly gave each one hugs.  “I'll be back with my sleigh to leave 
gifts on Christmas night.  Thank you dear children for your gifts of love tonight.  Leave me 
some cookies.  I shall eat no more bugs!  He laughed as he juggled three gifts in the air.  
Then, soon disappeared out of sight by the moonlight.  
     The children, still laughing and squealing with joy, had broken a spell put on Santa 
last spring.  And the mean old witch that had made him a frog, sat sadly outside all alone on 
the log.  She had made him a frog with a croak, out of tune.  She wanted his voice instead of 
her own.  Christmas carols she had heard bring so much joy.  She could not carry a tune for 
one single song.  She had hoped she could sing if she stole Santa's voice. But the love from 
the children left her no choice.  The spell had been broken by love's sweetest choice. 
But while they were happily playing about, they noticed the wand from the brown bag lay 
out.  So they went to the witch and gave her a voice.  And taught her that goodness over bad 
is a choice.  So together they played with the now happy witch.  Who gave up her evil and to 
goodness did switch.  The gift of pure love and light in the world is a gift to all who give 
heaven a whirl.  For even the wickedest of wicked have some goodness in them.  So, 
encourage the right and to evil say, “Take a flight!”   (And let God be the judge…)

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009

Inspired by:
Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes! 	
Sponsored by: Constance La France  (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)


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Christmas Through July

Christmas Through July

Christmas is such a grand time of the year!
People are happy joy shows everywhere. 
Gifts of love arrive from both far and near.
Scents of the season permeate the night air.

Remembering the Savior's love so grand.
Families hang lights, such a beautiful sight.
Decorations displayed across the land.
Many surprises are shared Christmas night.
 
January came but the tree remained.
Celebrating my child's birthday the same.
Just like Jesus, her happiness sustained.
Each year's tradition when her birthday came.

Year round loving was about to be taught.
Decorations of hearts and shiny red balls
Replaced the angels that Christmas had brought.
February feelings Christ's love did recall.

In March, the tree was adorned with shamrocks.
Paper-mâché nuggets sparkled in gold.
Children and laughter sang around the clock.
Smiles, like at Christmas, were great to behold.

April was spring pretty flowers were hung.
It took a lot of work, but was it still fun.
We at play felt pure joy, free and young.
One fun filled plan to teach love, begun.

May decorations, the best, I recall.
Mother's day cards, painted hands, paper plates.
A trip to the attic was fun for all.
While cherishing the loves childhood creates.

Christmas in June on a new marriage day
Downstairs jam-packed squeezed in each wedding guest.
Rained out at the park, they saw our display.
Christmas year round knew love at its best.

July 30th past, the flags were still hung.
Patriotism shown, honored with rare style.
Christmas in July with a new day sung.
We took down the tree cherishing each smile.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  This lyric poem written in quatrain format is a true story that expresses my feelings about 
showing love year round…not just in December.  


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My Christmas List

I don't want a lot, but I know I want this.
I insist! It's my Christmas wish! Just give me a kiss!
If it's going to be on the cheek, I want five in a row.
We can sit down by the fire, underneath the mistletoe.
It doesn't have to be big, just give me a peck.
I want to see you under the tree with a bow around your neck.
Come here, pretty baby, and spread some Christmas cheer.
It doesn't seem like it's me, but you're all I asked for this year.
Did I just hear some reindeer, flying over my head?
I don't want to miss Santa, so I got to go to bed.
I've been really good this year, I just know he will come.
Let's sleep close to the fire, so our toes won't go numb.
Wake up! Merry Christmas! Santa left us some stuff!
Looks like I got what I wanted, just having you is enough.


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The Worst Christmas I Ever Had

I was twelve years old and it was the Christmas Season.
We were on our best behavior; you know the reason.
Christmas decorations were taken down from storage.
Some of them were from last year; some of them were vintage.

Dad brought in the Christmas tree, a fragrant Douglas fir.
Mom put on twinkle lights while listening to our banter.
The three of us, laughing, imaginations unbound.
Jumping up and down with festivities all around.

One by one, we put on bulbs and talked of seasons past.
We sang a few Christmas songs; we were having a blast.
Logs burning in the fireplace warmed us very well.
Happiness was all around until I told this tale.

When I was just a youngster, seven or eight years back.
Christmas Eve, many years before, I shared the flashback.
The babysitter kept me up, my brother in bed.
She made me promise not to tell or I would be dead!

One by one, we opened each gift there beneath the tree.
I knew that it was wrong, because I was older than three.
I felt afraid, but she was so nice, a friend to me.
She re-wrapped every gift and my parents did not see!

I kept my mouth shut all of those years; then came the guilt.
I confessed to Mom; all of a sudden, life went tilt!
Santa won't bring presents; I felt like a doormat.
All you will get is a bag of coal; think about that.

Every time presents arrived, mine would disappear.
I did not believe in Santa Clause, but I felt fear!
Mounds of gifts were piled around; none of them were for me.
Wrath befell me for years past under the Christmas tree.

Solemnly, the weeks went past and I felt very sad.
I guess I deserved it after all; I had been bad.
On Christmas day, postal gifts returned along with one more.
The bag of switches from Santa Clause, I still abhor.

© November 14, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for: your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~


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On Christmas Night

O Santa, O Santa, Come, I'll open the door
Come, come and show me what you store
In your red bag,
Following you like a zigzag
Shall be my own treasure
Which gives me real pleasure
O Santa, I shall have to brag
To my surroundings, to my friends
I really did held your hands
In all innocence,
We shared a dance
And laughed in abundance!
Eyes wide open,
I wait by the window, my heart so laden
With love and thrills, for you the snowman!
O Santa, how magical is the night
Even the snow glows so bright
All waiting for your appearance!
Lo! There by the window sill, 
I fell into a deep trance
And knew not when you did prance
And left, in all elegance
My wonderful treasure!
O Santa, next year, I'll be gooder
And shall remain awake till you surrender
O Santa, I shall have that glimpse
That which craves all the children!


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Little Feet

Recalling special holidays past,
my favorite thoughts would be,
three pairs of feet running down the hall
to wake up the Christmas tree.

The excitement and the chaos,
as wrapping paper was torn,
squeals of delight throughout the house
as Christmas day was born.

At times I thought it might be nice,
to be free of all the riot,
just to enjoy an hour or two
with things a bit more quiet.

It’s funny what you wish for,
sometimes regretting what you say,
changes that look better
often don’t turn out that way.

Children grow and then they’re gone,
now that my time’s more free,
I realize hearing those little feet
meant everything to me.

So this year as we celebrate
And raise a glass of cheer
my grandchildren run through the house,
I’ve got new little feet to hear.

They are the magic that is Christmas,
so bring on the noise and clatter,
for being together with those you love
is all that will ever matter.

 
Liz Reilly
Children in rhyme contest


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers II: A Christmas Phone Call

Ring ring I called to Jesus He picked the phone and called my name I have some questions I said go ahead and ask, he said. Why isn’t Christmas celebrated everyday? Why can’t I get presents as often as possible? Why did you choose December for such moment of bliss? He answered with a gentle smile. I have made you the never fading hope the crown which you’ll glory in my presence I’ve filled your heart with Joy and gladness as often as you let me my grace for you is abundant which is renewed every morning and my love for you is endless and never bounded by time and yet you only celebrate me once in a year? Oh lord forgive me- I weep how can I celebrate you everyday? He said- Purify your heart and be clothed with a constantly renewed mind. This is the perfect Gift I seek. Oh Lord my God! my heart is all yours now and forever more. merry Christmas to me…………… merry Christmas to the world.


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I knew it was Christmas

I knew it was coming up to Christmas when Mom started to stress
About the lack of money and if she could get us all a new dress
I knew it was Christmas Eve when we left Father Christmas a drink & mince pie
& when we went to bed we were told not to peep, but we always risked one eye
I knew it was Christmas morning when we rushed down to find presents, but not too many
There was usually  a doll , a football,  tin of toffees, an orange and a bright shiny new penny
I knew it was Christmas breakfast because it was the only time we had a full English
That crispy bacon, fatty sausage and runny egg, wow what complete bliss
I knew it was Christmas afternoon because Nan got her Advacaat out
Top of the Pops on so loud, “turn that racket down” Grandad would shout
I knew it was Christmas Evening as the relatives would all come for a party
Packed into our tiny home would be cousins, Uncles and Aunties
I knew it was Christmas Party in full swing, as Uncle got out his trumpet
And started to murder songs by Acker Bilk and his hero Herb Alpert,
I knew it was going to get interesting when the men all went into the kitchen to open the 7 pint beer barrel
& the older generation insisted we all sang Carol after Carol
Then Mom and Auntie would get out their bottles of sherry
Auntie’s wig would slip further down her forehead, as she got more & more merry
Eventually my husband came into our lovely family clan
& every year I  knew it was time to call it a night when
He was always the first to “pass out” on the floor
Family would have to climb over him to get to the front door
I knew it was Boxing Day when Nan reached for the Bigmag because of her over indulgence
& the other grown-ups were holding their heads because of their festive involvement
Nowadays Father Christmas has lost a little of his charm & has changed into “Santa”
Who children think can bring toys galore, the price tag doesn’t seem to matter
Kids don’t think of it as a religious celebration, only of what presents they got
It’s such a shame the true meaning of the festive season seems to be lost


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This Christmas

This Christmas
 Snow falling at my feet with friends around,
 Snow balls flying at me and hitting sound.
 Joyous hymms being sung and love so clear!
 Sweet Christmas songs playing for all to hear!
 Snowmen being constructed with smiles,
 Chills making us go numb, all the while...
 Moms make hot chocolate young ones.
 What a time Christmas is! The one true peace!
 When all true hatred should come to a cease!
 One thing can be assured this Christmas year
 I'll be filled with joy with friends and family near!
 CMS


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Model Train That Did Not Go

 My second Christmas
 was quite a shock
 when I rose from bed
 to see my Christmas sock

 The big surprise on the floor
 was a model railway
 rails, carriages and train
 oh what could I say?

 But all was not ok
 it was run by electric
 so switch on off we go
 no nothing moved at all quick

 This toy did not work
 it had been bought second hand
 this was a big disappointment
 as the day was not at all grand

 This is my first memory
 that I can remember
 since coming to earth
 on 27th of December

poetgord@2013


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers III: All The Way With Jesus

January is here as expected that makes me wary of the new year but Jesus reminds me of His promises Oh, February already! Dad shows the burden he carries but Jesus pats him with His word. Here comes March Mum becomes trouble’s new catch but Jesus creates a way for us to overcome April appears so fast the moving year is becoming real and Jesus convinces us to seek Him first. May, may may desertion by friends is underway Jesus sits besides, never forsaking me. Half a year in June the year is now at noon Jesus asks me never to worry about the night Wonderful July so glorious how time actually flies Jesus Has carried me this far. August, the summer’s border a new season will soon be our guest He’s always the same, every season, every year. The familiar months begin with September difficulties are almost over You see, I told you! Says the Lord It’s October And I’m still under his cover b’cos He loves me more than anyone else. November, the 11th month counting down to the special event yet His goodness is countless and bountiful The grand Finale in December family and friends in the mood of Christmas even though His love Has been shielding us right from January.


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Christmas Magis

I was in my bead and fast asleep
when I heard a sound 
I jumped to my feet
what was the noise i hear
if i didnt know better
I would say it sounds like reindeer
What is making all of this sound
Why do I see footprints on the ground
Down the stairs I went
Something busted open my chimney vent
I grew quite alarmed
Was it a robber
Should I be armed
I went in to take a closer look
Then suddenly the whole floor shook
I head a deep jolly laugh
What was that sound
What is this red sash 
I see on the ground
From behind I hear a noise
Its pure not scary
Like the innocence of little girls and boys
I tried to investigate the source
Of what made this sound
When I looked around though
Nothing was around
Then what did I see
A little red present
Beneath my Christmas tree
As soon as it started it came to an end
On the present was a note
The note said " Merry Christmas my friend


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elf ears

Tina was,
A tiny elf,
Like a doll,
On a shelf,

Her tiny hands,
Worked so fast,
She always had,
A Christmas blast,

Toys built up,
And filled the sleigh,
Tina beamed,
On Christmas day,

Her pointed shoes,
And hat did jingle,
She loved to work,
For old Chris cringle.


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VIII: The Christmas Tree

Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Triangular I’ve always been Representing His love, your Hope and your faith Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I share with you so many lights Reminding you to celebrate His glow Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I have a stand, one but strong Cling unto Him to be your Rock. Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas Tree Can you see how green I’ve always been? That’s exactly how he’ll keep you nourished All through the year Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Always looking good in awesome decorations You are not the only one with new robes Yes! B’cos it’s Christmas!


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VI: My Family At Christmas

Dad, dad, dad What is making me so glad? Mum, mum, mum I’ll scream till I’m numb Brother oh brother My mood is from the weather Sister oh sister Dancing makes me lighter Aunt, aunt, aunt My new dress, I flaunt Uncle, oh uncle You complete the family circle Me, me, me Long ago……………. Someone has paid my fee With gladness and screaming Shouting and dancing I say merry christmas!


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Dear Santa Iraq

Dear Santa.............Iraq       

Candles burning sure and bright, 
Shining through the Christmas tree. 
Santa's coming 'round tonight, 
Bringing presents here for me. 

I sent a letter some time ago, 
I asked for things I'd need. 
For these are things for Mum and me, 
It certainly wasn't greed. 

For I am thirteen years of age, 
I asked, "please bring Dad back". 
I miss him; Mum is so upset, 
Since he died inside Iraq. 

I cry myself to sleep some nights, 
I can hear Mums sobbing heart. 
He's the only present we will need, 
"Don't keep us all apart". 

Dear Santa, no more toys or clothes, 
No gifts from that Christmas sack. 
The only thing that we all want, 
Is to have my Daddy back. 


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Santa

Santa
 
When I was just a little boy
And it was Christmas Eve
Like all the other kids I knew
I wanted to believe
That somewhere there’s a Santa
And somehow he knew me
And if I could just stay awake
He’s what I’d get to see
But try as I might
And you know I tried
By latter that night
I got all sleepy eyed
And I’d fall asleep
Before Santa would show
So although I believed
I just never did know

But time passes on
And now that I’m grown
And it’s Christmas time
And I’ve kids of my own
And they want to know
Is he real – Santa Claus?
I think back to my youth
And smiling, I pause
I tell them the stories
Of when I was young
Of my Christmas trees
And the songs that we sung
And of some of the gifts
That I once received
Tags saying “From Santa”
And how I believed
And how I got presents 
For just being good
How I tried to see Santa
But I never could
And the sleigh and the red suit
And how reindeer flew
How it felt to believe
Never knowing what’s true
Then they said that they heard
That Santa was me
I laughed and I smiled and said
How can that be
I don’t have a red suit, don’t have a red sleigh
I don’t have a white beard, so what does that say

I’m not saying I lied
Never said he was real
I just spoke from my heart
How I used to feel
Then I hugged them and whispered
As I turned out the light
Merry Christmas to all
And to all a good night


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Christmas Eve No Peeping

Christmas Eve tucked up in bed
Now go fast asleep my mummy said
I'm so excited and i just can't wait
Go fast asleep Tommy its getting quite late.

I lie there awake just thinking of toys
Suddenly a bang i just heard a noise
I rush to the window and look in the sky
I'm sure i just saw Santa pass by.

I ran back to bed but fell on the floor
Then i saw mummy open the door
She said get back in bed you should be sleeping
And remember tonight i don't want no peeping.

I said mummy mummy is Christmas here yet
No but the snow outside is beginning to set
I shouted its snowing its snowing as i jump on my bed
Be quiet Tommy my mummy just said.

Mummy closed the door so i jumped out of bed
And looked out the window and wow i just said
The snow on the ground was so deep and so white
The lights in the windows what a beautiful sight.

Then i remembered what mummy had said 
So i ran back quickly and jumped into bed
My eyes were so tired i just fell asleep 
And i promise I didn't go downstairs for a peep.


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Christmas Is Where Mother Lives

The moon shines down on the newly fallen snow,
casting a beautiful heavenly glow.
The winds blow so swiftly through the trees,
baring the branches of autumns fallen leaves.
I stood there gazing looking up at the stars,
admiring their beauty and the whole scene at large.
I though of my childhood through past years,
there were some I remember that brought me to tears.
I rememer my mother playing with me in the snow,
oh how I miss her it was so long ago.
We would decorate our house for the Christmas season,
we would laugh and sing and not need a reason.
Our house would smell of cinnamon and spice,
for all of our sences it would surely entice.
I looked forward to our Christmas each year,
it was always so full of happiness and cheer.


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Dear Santa, Let Me Explain

DEAR SANTA, LET ME EXPLAIN


Dear Santa Claus, way up in the North Pole
Please, at least give me a chance to explain!
How was I supposed to know Dad’s remote control
Would get crushed when run over by a toy train?

I am not as naughty a boy as you might think,
I’m not a bad kid, I am not as bad as all that,
Who knew paint should not be poured down the sink?
Or that you should never try to shave the cat.

No matter what stories you might have heard,
I can be pretty darn good when I give it a try.
The cat will never again be stuffed in the cage with the bird,
Or slingshot to see if he can be taught how to fly.

I eat all of mom’s cooking, no matter how bad
I do my best to clean up my plate.
Only once did I hide the car keys in the freezer on Dad
The line I walk is narrow and straight.

I am sorry about the window, it was an accident
I was just playing ball with my friends.
I will pay for the glass, one hundred percent
And do whatever I can to make amends.

I am sure that Grandma has forgotten about those plates
She has forgotten about almost every other thing.
And I never bring her frogs or the snakes she hates
I have not muddied her carpets since Spring.

And about my kid sister, her hair will grow back,
Dad said she looked cuter than cute.
I think the rug in my room looks better in black
And Grandpa already replaced his gray suit.

So give me a break, Santa, I’m trying real hard,
It’s not easy keeping grownups happy, you see.
Maybe pirates really did bury treasure in our yard,
If I had found it, they would be happy, I guarantee.

So maybe sometimes I get in trouble when I get into a fight
Maybe sometimes I have to clap erasers after school,
I’m just full of energy, holding me down is not right
So what if I don’t follow their stupid rules

That rat Benny B., he had it coming, St. Nick,
He has been giving me guff for a week
He is a bully and a punk and he just makes me sick
With his nonstop tormentor’s mean streak.

You are Santa, you know the truth, I am really OK
I’m not a bad kid all of the time,
Just please bring me Christmas, I’ll do whatever you say,
I will even stop writing in rhyme.

Just one more thing Santa, and I hope you don’t mind
I really want to spread holiday cheer,
So if your list falls a little bit behind,
Please cut me a little slack for next year.


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just another day, but merry christmas

In the future but always have my past present
You’re comparing new gifts to past presents
Thinking to when my family were last present
Never spent 1 Christmas with my family during my childhood
Was in foster care surrounded by strangers
I apologise I don’t look at Christmas with love
And feel so much pain and anger
How can you blame me because I don’t think like you?
I’m teetotal won’t have a drink with you
I don’t come from the same loving family background
Don’t even know where my family are at now
Dad dead, mom alcoholic, sis and bro addicted to heroin
It may sound like I don’t care for them
But they ignore me 364 days of the year
Don’t want a 5 min call on the 25th pretending they care
Asking me why I never go there
Begging me for money to feed their habits
I’ll watch only fools and horses and ignore the madness
You’re all hoping there’s cash inside a card
Will the thoughts of happiness last inside your heart?
Will you call these people will they be in your thoughts?
Or is your happiness for a few hours being brought?
Until you get a present you like more
And you no longer cared about the one you liked before
The stupid part is people putting decorations up in august
I’m dating a girl who’s gorgeous
I’ll buy her everything she needs
I want her to have a good time
But baby don’t buy me gifts please
I’ll take care of your wishes if you take care of mine
It’s not my time of the year I feel no different
It’s just another day to me but merry Christmas 


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SECRET WISH

The snow was gently falling,
Through the window she could see.
Would Christmas come again this year
With nothing beneath the tree.

Her family worked very hard
At all the jobs they had,
She didn't want to let then know
She was lonely, and very sad.

Santa came to all her friends
They even had the proof.
They showed her all his footprints
Where he walked upon the roof.

With the candle light so dim and lie
Would Santa even know,
That she was waiting just for him
Would he know that she was home?

She stoked again the fire
To try to get some heat.
Would Santa ever bring her,
Her very special treat?

She thought she must be selfish
To have her secret wish,
And would this year repeat itself
As her house he always missed.

A gentle knock upon the door
She opened it to find
A chubby, jolly little man
In a red suit so Devine.

On his back he held a sack
With lots of toys and such.
He said he knew her secret wish
That she wanted very much.

In his arms he held it
This little ball of fur,
Despite the cold and snowy night
She could even hear it purr.

She loved that little kitten
For many years ahead.
It never left her side,
It slept upon her bed.

Older now she thinks way back
And she really does believe,
If you wish for something hard enough
It may come true on Christmas Eve.



Lynn Hanna Barany




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Christmas Contradictions

As Christmas morning dawns
And children wake with yawns
Excitement permeates the air
With nary a worry or a care

While miles across both land and sea
Other children pray and plea
As anguish haunts their waking day
To weak to laugh, to frail to play

Those well fed children, some obese
With gifts a plenty, several apiece
Crowding round the Christmas tree
Happy, joyful, so carefree

While other children, worlds apart
With empty stomach and aching heart
Gathered round an empty pot
Despair, hungry amid stench of rot

Those healthy children with toys and stuff
Some spoilt brats that have enough
Often whining, wanting more
With gifts a plenty by the score

While suffering children without food
In shabby huts both stark and crude
Complain not once about their plight
Yet from so little derive delight

So while we run around demented
Stressing about which gifts to buy
Perhaps it is best that we relented
And asked ourselves to question why

And when we talk of Christmas cheer
Perhaps we ought to shed a tear
And spare a thought to those without
Is this not what Christmas is all about!!!


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Christmas Lost

 Christmas Lost


A Long 
Long Time Ago...
There was a moment I saw the music in the leaves
Winter turned in to lights among the Christmas trees
Looking up and down the street
I smelled the musty screen looking out my window
alone among the changes  that left me in a breeze
I looked at all the lights and knew every thing would change
some how I understood nothing would be the same
Illuminating all the ruff hopes of the living adults
Because poor as poor as we could be
Yet I saw on  Christmas Day 
Adult eyes tears of Debt they would see
A cry of laughter on what Santa gave
Radio Flyer to the kids delight.
Tommy got a pennie tonight
Mary rocked her  doll all night
and I slept with my new 
kitten all night.
I Now understand
All Parents
Sacrafice.


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers IX: The King Is Here

Joy to the world the king has come The ground his feet set upon becomes holy and mighty Peace to the world his hands make the waters still And his words, calm the wildest storms Hope to the world, death is no more the final boundary The curtain is torn for all and the oppress now have a refuge Love to the world, friends can smile and hold hands Families can dine and merry, We the children can sing and dance, for the King is here with us.


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THE HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST

The Hush of Christmas Past


It came more slowly then.
After Thanksgiving
the lights and decorations
started showing up.
The excitement started to build.
Santa showed up at the
department store,  The
ads in the newspapers
were larger, some even
in color.  There was talk of
“the list”, and “naughty or nice”.
It was agonizing – waiting for
the night Mom said “OK, let’s
go buy the tree”.  The trip to
the back lot behind the
super market, “This one…
NO! THIS ONE!”  We carried
the tree - by any means possible -
remembering Mom’s warning:
“Remember, you will have to
carry that big tree home.”
The tree was somehow decorated.
Lights, tinsel, bulbs, each one someone’s
favorite, ribbons, bows, a picture
of the cat.  Now the speculation
began in earnest.  “Whadaya
think you’re gonna get?”.  “OH,
I hope, I hope, I hope”, “But I can’t
tell you, it’s a secret.”  We knew there
would probably be sox, some new
PJ’s, mittens – the usual.  But there
would also be those other nicely
wrapped gifts – from Santa.
The baseball glove, the skates,
the “un-wrapable” scooters, bikes,
baseball bats, hockey sticks.
These were always brought by
Santa Clause.  Santa supplied the
dreams, Mom and Dad the gifts.
We provided the unmistakable
sounds of Christmas morning.

There would be church and a
Christmas dinner, lost amid the
joy of dreams.  Dreams of snagging
that line drive with the new baseball
glove, of racing down the hill on
the bike, of Bobby Orr like moves
with the new skates.

The colored lights took their cue
from the setting sun as we gathered
around the table and savored the
sweet, juicy, succulence of Mom’s -
never to be equaled – Apple Pie.


John G. Lawless
11/22/2014

submitted to HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose













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Christmas with You



I remember going out and chopping
the old big green spruce years ago.
You’re frosting cookies they were the best
and not jest coz ya was my Grandma.

I remember the antique bulbs all glass and
sparkling too.
How Grandpa let me hang the angel one year
and I fell into the tree.

My spirit is not so free this Christmas 
as' it was in the past.
not a little girl no more Grandma.

And this is the first time you will celebrate
it in your new home.
With The Lord and angels, I just know you
will have the best Christmas of all.

You finally will spend it with Grandpa once
again and that’s so nice.
For me this Christmas I am going to spend
it with you like years long ago.
Even if only in my heart.

Merry Christmas Both of you.

Peggy Jo


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GRANDPA SCROOGE

My grandpa was a scrooge when I was just a child.
He was so hateful and never gave anyone a smile.
Our grandpa was always guiet and never spoke a word.
The talking came from granny thats the only words we heard.
At our Christmas meal granny would say a prayer.
Mean'ol grandpa sat there in his big'ol wooden chair.
He never spoke a word or showed us that he cared.
But on Christmas morning grandpa's tree was never bare.
He handmade a present for each and everyone.
It took him over a year to get them all done.
Thought's of my late grandpa is why Christmas means so much.
I remember the handmade gifts he made with his loving touch.
                        Teresa Skyles


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Hush of a Christmas Past

As a child growing up in the city, it was always hard to see How Santa could somehow manage to get in to our place; Mama told us that Santa was magic and we needed to agree That he could wiggle through any space, and always with such glee, But, if we didn’t believe, Santa would not come and presents he would not leave. That’s why, when I had my own children, I told them the same story; And when we moved to our house, Santa would come down our chimney, as quiet as a mouse; Christmas time was always a thrilling affair; Stockings always hung by the chimney with flair, Cookies and milk for Santa left with extreme care. Christmas morning the kids would awake, eager to see what Santa had left in his wake; faces all aglow and filled with excitement and bliss; Secure in the knowledge that they had been on the good children’s list Santa left presents strewn from chimney to tree, stockings filled to the brink; They opened their presents with not even a blink. Squeals of delight from then until noon, With grins on their faces as bright as the moon. Their joy and excitement was all I require, I quietly watched them as I sat by the fire. My heart filled with love for these Beautiful angels that were my gift from the heavens above.


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In Search of Santa

He was told that Santa
lives in north pole, 
with his elves assistants;
making gifts for children
around the world.

He was told that Santa
flies from house to house
with the help of reindeer;
no one told him that Santa
only exists in Christmas cards,
commercials, and movies;
no one told him that the spirit
of Santa is kindled in each soul,
that embraces Christmas mood.


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers X: You Know what

You know what daddy got for me? A dress so long and colorful with a father’s note so meaningful You know what mummy got for me? A huge tasty candy so yellow with a promise, I’ll always follow. You know what uncle got for me? A new pair of lovely sneakers with fairy-ropes like whiskers You know what aunty got for me? My favourite Disney figure. Lord! I’m so standing on polished floor. Santaclaus! Santaclaus! He got me a book filled with pictures Love and happiness in abundant mixtures But I’m most loved above all these, b’cos Jesus gave His life for me Such Love is uniquely above all others Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!


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Wheres my bike

Well, Hello children, it's Christmas eve
so, Ho Ho Ho, time to leave, got to go
Rudolph says it's about to snow.
Elve's worked hard, throughout the year
making toys, to spread some cheer
for all the good girl's and boy's
nothing for naughty one's, so full of noise.
Remember when,, you sat upon my knee
those lovely gifts, which you asked of me
wait til morning, check your tree
go see if I came down your chimney?
Where if I have, your stockings will be.
So ride your bike, ring the bell
go kick your ball, shout and yell
or, maybe a doll, with stories to tell,
You behave all year and you get your way
so many reasons to love christmas day
off to bed early, so you dont overlay
and brush your teeth, you won't like decay.
And if you hear a sound upon your roof
chances are it's from a reindeers hoof.
So many children, you wouldn't believe
at least I only work on Christmas eve!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull


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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VII: Thank You Moods

I’m so happy B’cos I enjoy your love I do not deserve I’m so chosen B’cos I’m part of a royal priesthood I’m so loved B’cos you’ve given unto me a wonderful family I’m so special For you to die just because of me and my friends I’m so confident You’ve prepared a place for me in our father’s house I’m so fulfilled B’cos you’ve proclaimed “this is my beloved child, with whom I am well pleased” I’m so pleased To share to everyone your wondrous love and say “Merry Christmas”


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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.


I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.


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Away In The Manger

out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt

given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth

as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt

next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt
holding their swords that really can hurt

strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt
frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks

Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts
for all her effort and time even when she hurts

as mother kneels in front of her church
she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth

comes in from the cold and winters bursts
gathers the children as they all look at her work

and tells us the story of a Christmas birth
as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt

of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth
as we wiped our tears with our night shirts

I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst
and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt




Tribute To Nativity Scenes


Merry Xmas All      
Love Kathy And Jenny


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Amen, Good Times

Her special month is November,
 My special month is December, 
Gather around the fireplace,
 look at the burning ember
 My special time to remember,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice.
 Amen.
 No time for depression,
 Time for love and affection,
 Streets filled with snow,
 We're under the misltoe,
 There we had our first kiss,
 I've never felt so much bliss,
 Listen to the wind chimes,
 These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
Amen.
 Its time for joy,
 Kids playing with their favorite toy, 
Gathering around the Christmas tree,
 Always something jolly to see,
 Looking back at the year,
 Not a single tear,
 Flying reindeer, 
Doing the shopping at the mall,
 Merry Christmas to all,
 Listen to the wind chimes, 
These are my good times,
 Hear my voice,
 Please feel rejoice. 
Amen. 
We're coming home,
 As a kid thats all we've known,
 Our homecoming,
 Our family singing,
 We're coming home again,
 Celebration with our children,
 We're coming home again,
 Bringing our souls closer to Heaven.


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Hush of Christmas past

No longer asleep,
Wondering what I will find
This Christmas morning.


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Just Frosty And Me

oh frosty the snowman
do you hear what I hear
do you hear what I hear
the sound 
the sound
of santa claus coming to town
with rudolph near
ringing in the christmas cheer
a nose so bright
that lights up  the sky at night
so come dance with me
under the christmas tree
wearing our balls of holly
fa la la la la la la
fa la la la la la la
oh frosty the snowman
do you see what I see
do you see what I see
a sleigh
a sleigh
bringing christmas gifts our way
so its time
its time
to hurry up this rythem and rhyme
for santa's here
spreading his christmas cheer
so goodnight my friend
until we meet once again
for my love for you
will always hold true
fa la la la la la la
fa la la la la la la




tho xmas is out a few months
thought I write a another xmas song lol
thanks all for stopping by
love kathy and Jenny


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Merry Christmas in This Recession

Merry Christmas to all of you,
I hope that you enjoy your family,
Even if you can’t buy your kids any toys.
The real reason for the season  should stand clear,
Especially this year that we are in a recession.
It is a vast blessing that we are here,
Whether we are employed or not,
Whether we are far from friends or near.

Jesus is the reason  why wee are here,
And it is a great thing to celebrate his birth,
Because he is worth more than anything we can buy.
So this Christmas look into the sky to give the big guy,
Not Santa Claus, praise for His first day of life.
Husbands’ mega love your wives.
Mom’s and dad’s ultra cherish your kids,
And let them know whose birthday it is.

I don’t have much this year,
But I will still spread cheer.
To be here it is more than a blessing
Merry Christmas to you in this recession.


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Drifting, Slowly Drifting

Drifting, slowly drifting
in my mind to a place
of long ago.

As I dose off to a dream land
so peaceful and quite,
seeing my friends playing
their cares away.

As I walk up to them
they greet me with smiles
and hugs, saying how
they have missed me.

I look around knowing
that this was the place
where I had the best time of
      my life.

Drifting farther away
from the present, still
to even better days,
family all gathered,

around the old Christmas tree,
a real one, with the smell of pine
in the air, snow on the ground
for a white Christmas to enjoy.

Looking at my mother, forgot
how young she was at one time,
brothers and my dear sister,
oh what joy, this was to be here.

Morning came to soon,
as the light of day woke me,
and I drifted back to the present,
memories of long ago remembered
and will cherish them for ever.

wrote 9-3-08


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I Remember the Day

I Remember the Day
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I can remember the day like yesterday,
When the snowfall brought much glee,
One Florida church made a wish that year.
Flakes of snow they wanted to see.
Praying with hope, they entreated their God,
Asking together on knees. 
“We are so poor and no gifts will there be
For the Christmas tree this year,”
But they trusted in Heavenly Father's love.
I in their eyes great faith saw--
There were dreams that they dreamed and truly believed
“Send Christmas snow, God please.”

To show their great faith in God for the snow,
Paper snowflakes one by one,
Appeared each day in the bright sunlight
Thrilling, enchanting, and fun.
Then, many other people came,
When the snowflakes they did see,
They stayed to pray with those poor that day.
Snowflakes taped where others could see.

Some people not nearly as faithful as these 
Came mocking the poor folks’ glee.
And that was the reason (as many know,
In this place of poverty)
That the snow wish to God was repeated 
Saying, “Snowflakes, send to us please.”

And the snowflakes they cut for the window with care
Were like snowflakes school children make
With glittery paper of white
And one of the mockers that came there to fight
Remembered the good Lord above
Then, joined in the joy shared that night
And helped make many snowflakes with love.

Thus, Christmas never comes that I don't think about
The snowflakes that appeared one by one.
For the wish that they made was like no other wish
Those poor who had faith to believe
And all that they asked for from Father above
Were snowflakes in Florida showing God's love.
And that's what He gave them Christmas Day.
In the snow that God gave children played.


This is based on a true story...  It took place at a State Welfare Office, not a Church.


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Midnight Mass

There was a warmth in the snow at Christmas time
Earlier we had finished our last class
Steve asked if we were serving during the holidays
I told him I’d see him at Midnight Mass

About a half-hour walk from my house to the church
On a bitter cold Christmas Eve night
Snow was falling kind of heavy
All the streets were white

We were laughing and sliding going down the hill
The road as slick as glass
Steve fell and broke his glasses
Better not be late for Midnight Mass

We put our cassocks on and got ready
Wait for the choir to sing
The lens was in Steve’s pocket
He couldn’t see a thing

Steve went to the altar 
Where his candle was to be put
When he went to set it down
He missed the altar by a foot

We finished up the service
About one thirty in the morn
And headed home to celebrate
The day that Christ was born

We were only kids then
How quickly the years do pass
I revive the memory each Christmas
While attending Midnight Mass.


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parted

i remember the day so clearly
just like it was yesterday
i couldn't believe what was happening
they'd come to take you away
i had no say in the matter
their actions were already planned
i'm told to pack some of your things
and just throw them in a bag
i asked what was the hurry
we were in the middle of tea
but they never gave a bloody damn
that's the way it had to be
i packed a few of your best toys
and folded you some clothes
the anger that i felt that day
was gradually begginning to show
they were ready to arrest me
they knew i might get mad
it took them a while to calm me down
things were starting to look bad
i didn't know what i was thinking
or what was going on
my mind was full of questions
asking what had i done wrong
they began to put you in the car
the heavens let out the rain
then i held you in my arms
that's when i began to feel the pain
i'll never forget your faces
as we waved our sad goodbyes
what the hell were you thinking
when the tears blurred your eyes
i wanted to say i was sorry
but then it was far too late
i'm begging you not to blame me
or me that you decide to hate
do you remember when i could visit
in a family centre somewhere
but all that we could think about
was how it was unfair
well i went to court many times
to try and get you back
my god that was a nightmare
confidence is what i lacked
when you came out of foster care
and moved in with my mum
things got a little better
but another nightmare had begun
i was given certain times
and wasn't allowed to stay
the evenings when i had to leave
i'd only hope and pray
that you did truly love me
i'd sit at home alone
i knew that you were near by
and i could just pick up the phone
but the pain it got too much for me
as it did for i'm sure
but on that christmas eve you came home
not wanting anything more
well that was the best christmas ever
i was feeling alot more strong
my flesh and blood united
to correct so many wrongs
although it felt so strange 
a new life for us had started
being a loving family again
never looking back on the day we were parted


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A Wish For Snow

I only have one Christmas Wish this year
As Old Man Winter's winds blow
I don't want any toys or games
My wish this year, is for snow
I know I've already sent my list, Santa
But I'd really like to change it
I just want snow  to fall to the earth
I'd be happy with just a tiny bit
I would love to wake up on Christmas morning
And put on layers of warm clothes
Then go outside and play for a while
And go back inside with frozen toes
Oh, how glorious it would be
To run to the window with excitement in my eyes
And see lots of little snowflakes 
Falling from the milky white skies
So,Santa,if you are reading this
On Christmas day, all I wish to see
Is a marvelous winter wonderland
Pouring down just for me


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Once Upon A Time World

Inspired by Christy Hardy. (For the title)

That world,
So sweet with wonder,
Candyland to all hearts,
Was it real, I wonder?
Or only certain parts?

The child at Christmas,
Saucer sized eyes
Of anticipation...
Mother baking Christmas cookies...
Tinsel on the sweet smelling tree,

Did this really happen?
Happen to you or me?
Or did Daddy come home,
Drunk and surly,
Drank up his Christmas bonus,

Christmas was now doomed,
To Mother was left the onus,
To save what she could
Of this most precious holiday,
And at this she was so good...

Children are pliable,
They are always learning
By what they see about them,
Mother's Love would always
Save the day,
She shouldered her burdens well,
Or so it seemed to us children,
Cause she would never tell,

But now I wonder how many nights
She cried soft tears,
As her drunken mate snored on
She fought our fight,
She earned our love,
But now, dear Mom, is gone.


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A Christmas Tree To Be Tamed

The day after christmas, the tree was up, and smiles still on.
Holiday spirit still wondering in the peacful home.
the little kids rest their heads, nicley tucked in their small wooden bed.
Yet they didnt know the candle was lit bright upstairs, on the tree while flames blew 
into pairs.
Fire arose, ashes shed.
they  woke up from their little sleepy beds.
smoke detectors on, the air is fog.
there's no way to get out, the exit is gone.
I close my eyes but still hear the screaming. 
Feel the heat of the christmas tree bleeding.
The cats cry is their way of saying, they want to get out they 
want to get out, they can hear the fire coming.
I glance at the reflection in the cats eyes.
With christmas spirit burning in flames.
The christmas tree that cant be tamed.
I can taste the fire. I can smell the burning.
As i see the fire, he is chasing. I am running.
When I try and follow the only light that's left to be seen.
I step out the door.
Leaving the childhood dream.


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CHRISTMAS FACES

Shining Christmas faces,
Christmas has arrived.
Christmas tinsel, Christmas lights
Shine in Christmas eyes.
                                               
Shining Christmas faces
Around the Christmas tree.
Christmas glow on rosy cheeks,
Christmas sight to see.
                                               
Shining Christmas faces,
Christmas present joys.
Christmas angel innocence--       
Christmas girls and boys.
                                               
Shining Christmas faces,
Waiting has been done.
Christmas package opening--
Christmas morning fun.
                                               
Shining Christmas faces,
Clear a Christmas path
Through the Christmas paper--
Christmas aftermath.


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YOU FOR CHRISTMAS

The snow is coming down outside
beautiful white covered streets,
twinkling as it falls reminders of how much I love you.
I can't see you anywhere, I begged you not to go
but you did  it anyway.
 
Holiday lights are going up everywhere
even I put my Christmas tree up,
topping the Angel on top my wish was
"Having you here for Christmas".
 
Children running playing in the snow
elders admiring the decorations 
those in love holding hands keeping warm in the December cold.
I'm walking by watching it all pass, still wishing I had you for Christmas.
 
Christmas Day families waking up together
love is all around them,
I'm waking up all alone
looking at your picture besides me I have to let a tear drop
my Christmas wish never came true.
I don't have you 
for Christmas.