Christmas Morn, That Midnight Was Born
That Christmas morn, sun was still hiding so low
yet Queenie had just put on a beautiful show.
For little puppies we kids had all quietly prayed
And mother dog had given, each beautifully made.
Six little furry bundles soon appeared in sight
all pretty except the runt, I later named Midnight.
Momma dog was so careful to tend to them all
even Midnight although he was so very small.
Five were quite healthy and look so very great
except for Midnight and he hardly ever ate.
Born so small,left paw deformed,looked so bad
one less left toe it most assuredly had.
Father said, Midnight simply would not survive
I took it upon myself to prove that a lie.
Three weeks I diligently set him in place to feed
taking care of his every want and great need.
He had started out looking like a disaster
now suddenly he had grown into a little master.
With that white shining spot just above his eye
dad said, he will do , son you are the reason why.
A year flew past like a quick, brief summer rain
all pups beautiful, nary a one was just plain.
Yet Midnight all agreed was now the great prize
I had done it, proved my Dad's prediction a lie!
He had a shiny coat that glowed, limps as he walks
his bark was so beautiful, I swear I heard him talk.
Neighbors swore nothing like him did they ever see
Dad said, "son gets the credit" then points at me.
All the dogs were soon trained to track and hunt
Midnight excelled, the very best of the bunch.
Fellow hunters bragged all about his great skill
one offered to buy him for a hundred dollar bill!
Dad would always smile, wink and just politely say
not for any amount, not now or on any other day.
That dog was reared and fed lovingly by my baby son
I'd not sell him for diamonds nor gold by the ton.
Midnight began a runt and little could I ever see
but my boy saw and proved my error lovingly to me.
That pup began a sickly runt, a diamond in the rough
my boy healed him, making a top winner sure enough!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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 ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel. Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.
The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.
As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.
“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face. Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl. And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.
I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me. I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth. They let me walk around the hospital a little. Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors. I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up. I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”
She just stood above me smiling. I then noticed she was holding my hand.
“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit. Some people just really don’t like hospitals. And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them. So, I like to become their visitor for them. I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t mind. Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.
She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep. I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey. You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”
The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.
Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies. All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.
After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home. On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth. When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”
I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”
The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant. Elizabeth was no longer with us.
Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.
Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him. I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.
When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe. I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”
He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
A CHRISTMAS TALE
Out in the cold, chained to a tree,
The old dog watched as the sad little girl approached.
Meeting, loving, the poor things cuddled close,
Sharing their animal heat on that cold Christmas night.
A passing stranger and his wife halted in their journey home,
Taken by the sight of the ugly old dog leaning trustfully,
As the small barefoot girl slowly, carefully freed it from its chain.
"You're my Christmas baby now," they heard her whisper.
The man said, "Surely the dog must be abandoned," and
The wife said, "That child has been thrown away, too."
Both asked in unison, "What can we do?" In unison they replied,
"Let's take them home and adopt them both."
Entry for contest #25 inspired by "The Little Match Girl" by H.C. Andersen
Copyright © Pat Holland | Year Posted 2014
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,
Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,
So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.
He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.
The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.
One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.
The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.
The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;
Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.
Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.
They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.
Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.
Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;
How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.
It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.
(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)
(Now you know the whole story)
For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand
For DejaVu Christmas contest by Debbie Guzzi
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
PAWS FOR CHRISTMAS
The tree stood straight,
It looked so nice.
Even had shiny things,
To look like ice.
A star on the top,
Was special to see.
Plus the lights and toys,
Filled our hearts with glee.
A package or two,
Were placed on the floor.
For family and guests,
To see and adore.
Then the puppy came close,
What did he see?
What is that shiny thing on his nose,
From the Christmas tree.
How did the ornament so bright,
Get down on the floor?
I bet this puppy could tell you,
As he ran for the door.
What are these teeth marks,
On the package we see?
A gift from our puppy,
Under the tree.
But we take it in stride,
And hug the old mutt.
For it's his Christmas too,
but "stay out of the nuts".
RAYMOND V. MORGAN
Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2014
She had been sealed with a kiss
As she stood under the mistletoe.
He had brought a smile to her face
She knew he loved her, it showed.
Mary stood at the window
Listening to the carolers sing a tune
Knew every word to each song
They would be through soon
Hot chocolate and cookies offered
For it was below zero that night
Snow began to fall very fast
Making the season feel just right
As they said goodbye
The carolers went on their way
Went back to the window to sit
Thinking about what went on that day
House was all lit up
With Christmas lights through the house
It was so quiet and felt content
She hadn't even seen or heard the mouse
Lacy, her dog and companion
Came to sit nearby
Treated her with loyalty
As time had gone by
© Melanie . All rights reserved, 9 hours ago
Copyright © Country Girl48 | Year Posted 2014
Your always near;
play on the air
in front of this
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.
Copyright © Sean Cannon | Year Posted 2013
There was Snoopy and Odie,
Beethoven and Benjie
All the dalmatians, who caused a great freenzy,
But do you recall........ The most Famous Pug Dog of all........?
Jackson the flat nosed Pug Dog,
Had a very flattened nose
and if you ever saw him,
you would see he's pigeon toed
All of the female Pug Dogs,
liked his little Pug Dog swag
they loved to follow Jackson,
for a little tail wag
Then one stormy Christmas Eve,
Janis Pug heard him say
It's to cold for you to leave,
I really think that you should stay
Now there's a brand new Ornament,
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Jackson the flat nosed Pug Dog
You'll- Go- Down- in - History.............................................
Copyright © Richard Pickett | Year Posted 2009
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the home
Not a creature was stirring, except puppies who roam
While waiting for Santa Paws to appear
The puppies were busy chewing a pig’s ear
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that they couldn’t reach them up there
We tucked the pups into little fleece beds
While visions of new toys danced in their heads
Mama and I headed upstairs to our beds
While thoughts of the chaos to come filled our heads
When from the living room, we heard such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter
Downstairs the puppies were amid the debris
That came from our beloved Christmas tree
A plate lay broken upon the floor
Santa’s cookies were no more
I told the puppies to be good
And hoped they really understood
They gave me a lick and scampered away
And knew that everything would be okay
Watching them play the thought came to me
That theirs is the spirit that Christmas should be
Copyright © Karen Ann Gagnon | Year Posted 2015
Parallel went the universe someplace along the line
When autumn French-kissed winter with tongues of leaf and ice;
The lamp-posts dripped drab amber with a dark and dreary shine,
A devil's brew of garnished sleet, elemental egg-fried rice.
Night caved long and colder as day fell short, sedate,
And I felt somewhat older, in my heart a dying spark;
Crying out for love rekindling to alleviate the fate
Of departing in pitch-blackness and returning in the dark.
Tedious treadmill grinding as the Christmas pines were sawn,
Down in the valley decorations sagged and popped and spat;
Sizzling bulbs of neon death, ramshackle and forlorn,
Greeting cards from no one close had piled up on the mat.
My eyes blurred red and jaundiced in a fiery bourbon haze,
Well-past midnight I still sit and hungrily imbibe;
Toasting all the ghosts I knew throughout my dog-tired days,
On glitzy wrapping clawed the wishes I wished to inscribe.
Never has the relevance of nothing meant so much,
The face of unrequited love recedes in mist and snow;
The angels on the Christmas tree bestow no healing touch,
Pull up the covers, settle down, there's nowhere left to go…
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005