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Details | Free verse | |

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."


Details | Narrative | |

That Spark of Hope

A little girl lost her home this year, for her, Christmas wouldn't be there.
Her family was angry from all the troubles, they simply couldn't repair.
Don’t bother us about presents her parents said, they were depressed by their fate.
With bitterness they said, you’d be lucky to have dinner tonight, or even a plate.
Life was harsh, nowhere to go, anger and fear had put their souls, in a terrible place.
The little girl had found no hope or joy, lurking near their old car, of late.
The car was their home, gas money was scarce, and with few places they could park.
Yes, their troubles had slowly extinguished, that precious hopeful spark.
Without that spark, they’d never find their way, from this terrible place of cold and dark.
And life’s darkness grew deeper nightly, as hope vanished under a reality so stark.
Even the very fiber of her family, seemed to be shattering slowly, slowly, apart.
The child felt alone here in this dark car, as sadness tried to engulf her little girls heart.
The future seemed filled with hopelessness, as shame and dread, were leaving their mark.
Embarrassment to be seen and turned away, made it hard for them to reach out, to restart.
But life goes on, and we can’t fear to rebuild, or the future will be hard to impart.
The girl suddenly declared there’s more to life, and she wouldn't let it conquer her heart.
She decided triumphs will come, and all will get better, if she held to that hopeful spark.
Seeing the desolation and anger here, she couldn't stay around, she had to get away…
So she climbed out of the car, and she walked into town, not so very far to stray.
She went and looked at the store windows, where Christmas was being displayed.
The music and people filled her heart, lifting her spirits, deep inside, that day.
She noticed a store, way down at the end of the row, on the next block, where it lay.
No one was there, it seemed lonely, and the darkness was again, spreading it’s decay.
She ran there in time to see an old man closing up, with sadness on his face betrayed.
What use were his goods, if no one would shop, or come down along his way?
The super store down the block, was daily making him lose more and more in the fray.
He could no longer afford to hire people, and the season had very little time, to stay.
As they talked the girl saw that she couldn't let the darkness take another, so she prayed.
Then she told the old man, if he’d open the shop, she’d bring customers down his way.
She added, she’d find reasonable workers, if her family could live upstairs, she portrayed.
First bring the customers, he said, and the rest will be yours little friend, he conveyed.
She had him put his best toys, as a contest prize, and to add lots of lights on the display.
He set a contest, “Winners-the best collectors for families in need” on Christmas Eve.
He put out a bright contest sign, but still nobody came to his end of the block, to survey.
So she had him call the Salvation Army, for a kettle, Bell ringer, and Carolers, who came 
Lickety split, their way.
Then she had him call a dear old friend, and farmer, to bring a tractor full of bails of hay.
Another volunteered his horse and sleigh, both, to see the city lights thru New Years Day.
This was a great idea, since the older drivers, could use the help, for their bills to pay.
The girl ran all over spreading the excitement, and to come see the prizes, his way.
The families suddenly started heading toward his door, and to those wondrous rides.
At that moment her parents came, and she explained what her hope, had improvised.
Her father talked a contractor into building a disabled family a home, to help advertise.
He could get a tax break; come to this store for supplies, and hire unemployed workers, he devised, so wise.
In the end, each night grew brighter, because of a girls hope, and heart-warming delight.
And the old man began smiling for the first time, in a long, long, time, starting that night.
All was saved, a home was found, and another built, as a sad little girl taught grownups to smile along the way… 
You might say, A Spark of Hope lit a candle, then a raging fire, which was burning bright by Christmas day.

The moral to my story is:
Never give up on Hope; it’s your best friend, as life brings its troubles your way…
Know that with time, a good heart, good will, and friendly ways… 
You can find God’s gifts again, if you don’t let the dark take you away…


Details | Free verse | |

Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby


Details | Verse | |

My Christmas Dream

My Christmas Dream is for a
More peaceful and calm world 
For all of mankind as the clock  
Of the twenty-first century ticks
Away before us and all of us seek
To meet the many daily challenges 
And travails of life that impact us
And the planet we all live on since
The Earth is our very home for the
Entire human race, animals, insects,
And all of the varieties of sea creatures
And wondrous plant life that grows
And flourishes as part of God’s most
Divine Plan which is certainly worth
Our attention and desire to address
Our shortfalls and shortcomings in
Making sure that the Earth and all of 
Mankind are compatible and we can
Meet the destiny and final glory that 
God has planned for all of us—Amen  

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(December 11, 2014) (Verse poetic format)


Details | Ballad | |

New Year's Eve

Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light

I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.

In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…


Details | ABC | |

A healthy Kenyan Ego Poem

A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...

Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!


Details | Free verse | |

All the feasts will sing


All the feasts will sing

Let us dance

Let us sing

Let us celebrate

The whole world will dance

The whole world will sing

The whole world will celebrate

Even the feasts will sing
Will dance
Will celebrate

Passover
Christmas
The Prophet's Birthday
Mother's Day
Labor Day
Valentine's Day

All the feasts will sing

All the feasts will dance

All the feasts will celebrate

All the feasts will say

Life is beautiful

Life is a short dream

Let us enjoy it.


Details | Sonnet | |

Christmas Carolers

         CHRISTMAS CAROLERS
Come list' my dear to Christmas, 'tis the sound
of children's voices ringing soft and dear,
it calls to mind some 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 winter Christmas eve,
and all I ever had, the gift of you,
is 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?

How could one think our children do not care,
 when there's so much of Christmas they now share? 
© ron wilson aa vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Pantoum | |

A Christmas Miracle to Fulfill This Wish



I have that wish in my heart many of you must have the same, a disease free healthy world forget all those cursed names. Many of you must have the same a dream of disease free world, forget all those cursed names let that joyful world unfurled. A dream of disease free world where people love to live, let that joyful world unfurled where everyone is ever active. Where people love to live children forget curse of pain, where everyone is ever active no disease to drive insane. Children forget curse of pain old age ceases to be a problem, no disease to drive insane everybody a winner in life's game. Old age ceases to be a problem a disease free healthy world, everybody a winner in life's game I have that wish in my heart. ============================ Placement: 3rd; (December 2011) Contest:Your Christmas Miracle Sponsor:Carolyn Devonshire By :kashinath karmakar


Details | Terzanelle | |

Christmas Wedding

She walks down snow covered path to the church
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift
She reaches for the door made of clear birch

Stomping her feet she gives her skirt a lift
Entering she takes a look around
Christmas approaches she'll receive her gift

The sanctuary quiet not a sound
She imagines all the happy faces
Entering and taking a look around

It would be warmer in other places
Yet it is magical at Christmas time
She imagines all the happy faces

It's kind of funny that both their names rhyme
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
It seems more magical at Christmas time

In less than a week her husband she'll kiss
His name is Chris, she's always been called Miss
Behind her she closes door made of birch
Down snow covered path away from the church

Written November 12th, 2013
For Shadow's Christmas wedding contest.


Details | Light Poetry | |

The First Christmas Present

A spider spun a silver web in a mound of golden straw, Then he hid himself inside the stack, away from the wind so raw. He yelled down to the sheep below Who were trying to huddle close, “It’s times like this that I wish there was a fire for a mutton roast. For winter had come upon the land and his barn was deathly cold, He wasn’t sure if he’d survive the night if the truth of it were told. He tried to dream a dream of hope to get him through the night, But he couldn’t bring himself to sleep because of a blinding light. A star was shinning down on them as if the sun in mid-day glory, The little spider had yet to learn of the coming Christmas story. Below was a ewe with her lamb both snuggled up together, Trying their best to keep warm in the cold of the winter weather. “I’d never trade places with you anyway,” the mother sheep bleated out, “Why are you so happy in your hate to lend voice to pain and doubt?” The light from heaven kept them awake and staring in wide wonder, When two weary travelers entered in and the straw became their plunder. The little spider became dislodged as a nest of straw was piled, And he could see that one of the travelers was very great with child. The three companions watched it all; they’d never seen a human being born, They were all surprised when at his birth There came the peal of an angelic horn. A herald’s call went out to all the land announcing the newborn king, And the spider and the ewe shared a laugh to think of such a thing. Because this baby was so very small and his parents were so poor, Yet there was something about this newborn child that neither could ignore. The spider looked down on the ewe and said in a voice too bold, “This baby needs to be swaddled now to keep him from the cold. Good ewe I can spin for him a cover if you’ll allow me to use your fleece.” So together they worked to swaddle the child on this night of Holy peace. The mother smiled at them all as she took the blanket for her boy, Then laid him in a manger poor and they were overcome with joy. The meaning of this wondrous event was what made them all feel glad, For they had brought the first gift to the Lord by sharing what they had. And the warmth, which they had provided the child, also kept the three of them warm, May the loving joy that they discovered keep you this Christmas morn. Merry Christmas!


Details | Free verse | |

Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.


Details | Lyric | |

A Christmas Dream

Over the blasts of mortar shells,
He heard the sound of jingle bells;
And when he closed his tired eyes,
He got a Christmas Day surprise.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

From across the world, so far away,
In a foreign land on Christmas Day;
Sleeping with his fatigues still on,
His boy’s voice was a Christmas song.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”

Please remember our service heroes,
Scattered throughout the world,
As we celebrate with our families,
The good will they hope to build.

He woke up to a flash of light,
And screams resounding in the night;
He charged forward to help his peers;
With his son’s voice ringing in his ears.

Snow was fall’n and his boy was call’n:
“Daddy, can we go down now?
I think it’s clear, Santa’s been here
And Daddy got home some how.
We are a family, Daddy, Mom and me
On this Christmas Day;
I’m with you, my wish came true,
The one to Baby Jesus I did pray.”


Details | Free verse | |

dream christmas list

Dear Father Christmas I know you’ve been asked for toys, phones, clothes and bracelets
I’ve done my research 
And I can give you my Christmas list in 3 words
Pixie Lott naked
I’m only joking
But my wishes are for things you can’t open
Give us Tupac, Biggie, Eazy E, and Big Pun back
Or maybe you could show me where the hope is at
Maybe you could deliver a little happiness to my world
As you won’t need it could I have your list of naughty girls?
I wrote this joke poem because I had nothing else to write about
Also Santa I know this favour is enormous
But could you please slap the people who had their Christmas lights out
In the middle of august
I don’t think there’s anything that I missed
I was bored so I wrote my joke Christmas list 


Details | Quatrain | |

A Christmas Wish



It's day one of the rest of our lives Beginning as it usually does But this one seems a little bit different The world is all abuzz It's all abuzz with great excitement Something's about to take place Has this old world finally realized a truth We're destroying the human race Since the beginning of recorded time Wars have forever been fought Over land, religion and ideologies In a web of destruction we're caught A day of awakening is about to take place We have finally seen the light From this day on, wars will be abolished Peace is finally in sight Am I dreaming out loud? Can this be true? Pinch me to make sure I'm awake Let's hope this time it's more than a dream But reality for all our sakes! © Jack Ellison 2012


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ceizars dream


ceizars dream


why do you have to be so far away

it just going to be another cold winters day
with out you here by my side

presents to wrap
food to buy
drink to feel funny around the burning fire

face alight,smile's and laugh's for one and all

pictures taken  

moment's that will last forever

champagne bottle ready to pop
Glass's on the stand still

for a Christmas thought ,for diamonds for the Lady's love for all the beautiful
clouds above

for winters glint, for all to see

for this is Christmas for me


the night walker   30Th November 2010

  





Details | Light Poetry | |

THE DREAM OF SANTA CLAUS

THE DREAM OF SANTA CLAUS 

 
Santa sat in his sleigh,
feeling quite depressed – 
He needed cheering up
a bit – before his 
mammoth quest.
He wasn’t feeling the
Christmas spirit – and
he didn’t feel too good,
But he looked at his 
reindeers – they were
tired and full of mud.

Santa sat in his sleigh,
and calmly fell asleep.
Then in his dreams he
did so drift – his mind,
really did leap.    
He looked in his side
mirror – and saw a 
‘skinny’ Santa – 
Who was that? He 
mumbled, as he sipped
his tasty Fanta?

Suddenly, his sleigh took
off – poor Santa held
on tight – 
Whizzing through the 
night-time sky – oh, it 
did excite!
Packed with presents for
all the children – he 
soared through the sky,
Santa was a changed man – 
but he didn’t know why!

He saw the City of
London Town, and 
the Bloody Tower –
He even saw the 
Parliament – and 
all that crooked 
shower!
To heck with them,
Santa said – MP’s,
they are opposed,
And Rudolph doesn’t
like MPs – they laugh
at his red nose!

Santa carried on - on   
his journey of interest – 
Then he saw 10 
Downing Street – the
PM, he would infest!
He said to Rudolph:
“no presents for 
them – they are just
too corrupt -    
They are part of the EU 
elite – my fist, they will
support!

On they flew – so very
high – and they saw a
magical sight;
“A magic carpet was
flying towards them – 
but they didn’t have a 
light.” 
As the carpet got closer – 
it was then they saw a 
sign – 
It was those Meerkats,
Aleksandr and Sergie – 
they were both drinking
wine!

Santa decided to follow
them – he said it was so
simple – 
But Sergie’s fur was 
all lit up – you could see
his furry pimple!
Aleksandr, he sat at the
back – his claws, waving 
in the air,
Clutching his new 
computermabob – which 
Santa thought was rare.

“Sergie? Santa shouted,
“I love you, and Baby 
Oleg – 
But it is Christmas Eve – 
and Aleksandr, has to 
beg?”
“It’s so simple, shouted
Sergie, in his husky 
voice,
Aleksandr is making me
work hard – I haven’t any
choice!”

As Santa waved goodbye
to those intrepid Meerkats,
Now he’d have to hurry – 
and fly as fast as bats.
For this is Christmas Eve,
he had a busy schedule,
But chatting away to the
Meerkats – he felt such a
fool!

Then, Mrs Santa Claus, 
shouted; “Santa, do wake
up,” and she tugged his
furry white beard,
You have to deliver 
presents – your flight has
just been cleared!”
“What a dream that was – 
and here we go again,
Just hang on to your sleigh-
belts – it’s going to blinking
rain!

Finally, they got home – so 
tired, and very hungry – 
Mrs Santa asked her hubby;
“What is that on your beard?
And were you in a hurry?”
Santa said; “I’d met the 
Queen – and it felt just like 
a dream” –
Then Santa saw a medal – it
was so shiny-bright,
For he had just been made;
“A Lord Santa of a KNIGHT!!!!”

BY
DARRYL ASHTON


Details | Free verse | |

A Sweet Little Visit

Lately for Christmas I unplug my little Christmas tree 
and then I enjoy hitting the hay while trying to conserve 
my heating bill by not cranking the temperature up all the way.
I even try to leave it off if I may.
I pile the covers way up high and have a last thought before 
Santa's elves take me away to that North Pole location 
behind my closed eyes.
In my peaceful and joyful bliss MR and MRS Claus invite me in.
There's a warm fire to greet my line of vision and nice soft sofas 
to sit down and relax in, in order to enjoy more fully 
the sweet little visit.
MRS Claus a gracious host is she as she offers me my choice of hot 
chocolate or a nice cup of hot tea, of course I choose the sweeter 
of the two, along with nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, just 
baked fresh out of the antiquated yet fully functional oven.
The conversation is bright and lively as Santa walks in wearing 
his red pajamas underneath a very rich looking robe... red with 
a white satin sash.
Holding a lit pipe he takes a puff to warm his cold nose.
There was a large, real Christmas tree over in the corner of the 
living room, decorated with strands of real gold and longer strands 
of silver tinsel strewn randomly through out the large branches.
After our more than pleasant visit was over I turn to leave the Claus' 
very large home and saw the elves leading the reindeer to their very 
large stables to retire for the night.
Then my dreams started to turn to other things, but not before 
I heard Santa say to all a Merry Christmas and to all a good night!




by S.E. Clark


Details | Light Poetry | |

NOT A DREAM ITS A WHITE WHITE CHRISTMAS

it like real ice cream
this is not a dream
wake up and see
so heavenly
this stuff so bright
tho it fell light
now blows like dust
ITS NOT A DREAM ITS A
WHITE CHRISTMAS


Details | Free verse | |

Santa means a lot to me

Here is something you must hear
It’s about the man in red very dear
Hauling a bag filled with love
It got to be Santa with a big hug

It’s the 25th of midnight and as I sleep
I hear my window go creep creep
So as I wake and try to peep
I see my window move with the breeze

So I bound back to the bed not so pleased
Closing my eyes in deep sleep
Dreaming of the gifts wrapped in red
I would love to see under my bed

And as I wake with the sun shinning on me
I see a box wrapped near the Christmas tree
So eagerly I take the next step to see,
I hear a voice saying
“Sunny boy it’s your gift and it must be he”

So I quietly turn back and try to peep
To my surprised it was my Dad in red
Saying Merry Christmas to me

So you see Santa means a lot to me
Coz it’s my Dad and it got to be he

- Sherwin Fernades


Details | Free verse | |

Dream God's Miracle

He is a dream that I love,
Without comprehending what real love becomes,
A miracle from God, that brings happiness,
The love of the mountains and streams,
The reindeer very precious and dear,
Christmas a beautiful memory that we all cherish,
You know that you could never possess the dream,
The dream belongs to God, reverent and holy,
A church that extends the normal boundaries,
His song is a beautiful blessing to mankind,
I listen to his song, like a drink of fresh alpine water,
I begin to love him with the majesty of the mountains,
The beauty of Christmas and the love of God.


Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz



Details | Free verse | |

Winter's Chill

The leaves start falling, off the trees,
When fall, it comes a knocking'
`And everybody was running about,
When the trees all started rocking .
They shook and shimmered, all day long'
The cold wind froze their roots ,
Their branches started falling off'
And the " Sun's rays' they withstood .
Winter came along much later ,
Children playing, here and there
Good old winter was just starting ,
But the young ones, didn't seem to care .
O'h the joy of growing children,
How they love, the falling snow,
But the headaches, that they cause us'
It has just begun to show .
I am thankful, that the winter'
Only comes but once a year ,
So I think that I've been blessed ,
And I thank ' The Lord" I'm here .


Details | Dramatic Verse | |

A Christmas Wish

As the late afternoon storm hit along the coast
    I was nice and warm  snuggled under my blanket
Watching out the window 
   As the snow was coming down 
Faster than I had expected.

I can see….
    The individual shapes of the snowflakes
As they swirled and trickled down
    To cover the green grassy hillside.

I can see….
    The snow-covered rhododendron bushes,
And I was hoping to see a red cardinal    
    Perched on the top crust
Displaying all of its beauty.						

The next morning when I woke up,
    I couldn’t image what I saw—
I can see ….
    The tracks made by deer
Indelibly marked patterns within the snow
    As if there was a family conference 
On the brick patio.

Couldn’t imagine why there were so many deer, 
    Unless they knew something that I didn’t know:
A special purpose hidden beneath the surface
    Must have been pre-orchestrated from a higher source. 

A bright new sunny day followed…. 
    It was not until late morning 
Six feet apart  
    I saw a doe staring at me!
Through the window 
   That separated the both of us 
I was mesmerized how 
   Our eyes met for the first time
As if she really knew me
   My kind heart and soul.

She did her little song and dance,
    Scampered down the hillside,
And then off she went into the woods.
    Nature is bountiful 
Only through the eye s of the beholder.
    Was this a special  moment 
Predicting glorious moments ahead?
    For only I will know
In the days to come. 


Details | Narrative | |

Christmas Dream

This Christmas night ignites a feeling: 

A feeling of innocence & wonder,

Of magic--of fantasy.


As I gaze upon the Christmas tree

I find that child hidden deep inside.

As I look outside the frosted window,

I peer at the snow covered sky:

Trying to find the wonder I once knew;

Watching as each snowflake drifts down from heaven.


As I lie down to go to sleep

I fantasize of the place I once knew.

A place full of toys & candy:

Of blinking lights & laughter.


My eyes were filled with disbelief,

As Christmas morning came

So went my Christmas dream.


Details | Narrative | |

WHAT IF CHRISTMAS ( WAS WITHOUT SANTA THIS YEAR?)

They are so thrilled to see him come around;
riding his sleigh in the deep snow...
laughing and making that jovial sound!
Santa, don't rush downhill, take it slow;
the roads are slippery and the deer are running wild,
don't to crash into them to be there on time!


What if Christmas was without Santa this year,
and his coming was put on hold?
Would the children listen to their mama, so dear, 
when she tells them to go to sleep...
because if they stayed awake for too long:
Santa Clause wouldn't slide down the chimney!


Sleep and you will surely find those gifts on your bed,
but don't expect what you wish for...if you've been bad!
Sleep and dream that he'll tip-toe to your bedroom,
wouldn't you like to peak and make believe you're asleep?
And will Santa not see you wiggle under the sheets and and stoop?
Sleep with joy and dream of what tomorrow could be! 


What if Christmas was without Santa this year,  
all the lights were shut down
in every snowy city and town;
what if no stars twinkled on each adorned Christmas' tree, 
and the church bells stopped ringing?
Wouldn't the sad angels, looking over Jesus, stop singing?  
Come Santa and make everybody happy;
it's not the gifts that matter, but your goodness and laughter! 


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Light Poetry | |

Santa Sleeps

In the summer, Santa sleeps.
His reindeer keep on grazing...
In the summer, Santa dreams
of children who will have his toys.

Black child, white child
on the lee,
and so far off from Christmas Day,
dream on, too - of him.

Dream of sleighs on wintry morns,
and Santa carrying your toys.
Enjoy your summer, girl and boy,
but regret its fleeting...