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Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Magic

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


Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Cinqku | |

Sequence



 Foster
 family
 festivities 
 making each holiday
 special.
 
 Our gifts 
 shall vanish 
 but fostered love
 will bind us together 
 as one.



Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.09.2014
Dr. Mehta’s Contest 
Cinqku
1st


Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Light Poetry | |

Along for the Holiday's

This holiday season, for whatever reason, don't be secluded from family and friends.
Johnny was release early from prison right around two-weeks before Christmas and a
little reluctant too go home the thought of starting in the direction cross his mind again
and again. So finally he went, the smell of mom's turkey in the oven could be smell from
almost a block from her home. Johnny knocks on her door, one of his little neices goes to the
door and opens it, grandma someone at the front door he hears her mention as she's in the
kitchen preparing the festive meal and she almost faints when she herself see who's at the 
door. Call them listen as their heart, will be fill with joy, johnny remember the pastor tells
him as he was constaplating about going, so instead the pastor say to him "call them then".
The Spirit of Christmas has lead of him to go home, and it is the best give of all, as he hear
mom say, "Thank you God", because even though she prays that he'll be realease soon she
was not expecting to she him. Tear's form real thick in johnny eye's when he enter in the
house, in mom's eyes as well. "I got release early and as bad as I've been, that got me sent
to prison in the first place. I was scare to come home". Mom calls up his sister and their un-
cle, soon the house is crowded with folks. We all make mistakes in life my son his uncle
tells him as they talk man to man away from the chaos as the family started singing and
everyone is cheerfully happy!.. Mom finally gets him to herself, " the Sun will always shine,
and the moon and the star's will be in place, the whole year should be like Christmas for
all who share this day along", "for my Lord Saintified X-MAS, to bring one lost back home".
Thank you momma for your prayer's (its) the only thing that kept me strong. "They hug, his 
shoulder becomes moist with wetness and so does hers, their loniness is replace with Joyfull-
ness".       * Merry Christmas to all the Poetry-Soup Family*


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Mistake

Some years ago a child was born
Early on a Christmas morn
And in the sky a star did appear
Drawing people from far and near

Bethlehem the holy city the angels said
Some people were so afraid and filled with dread
But still they came to see him and by the star were led
To where the little baby Jesus lay his head

They brought him gifts in worship and crowned the new born king
They thought he was well worth it though not so Herod the king
He wanted Jesus dead for good and so he did decree
Kill all the little babies that should get rid of he

But luckily they missed him, the family had moved on
And when they went a searching, the baby he had gone
He lived to tell his story of his father’s kingdom to come
For this Jesus was crucified and on a cross was hung

He said forgive them father, they know not what they do
And then forgave us for our sins, can this man be true?
His family took him from the cross and laid his body down
Then wrapped his nail holed hands and feet, the laid him in the ground

So when I think of Christmas and of the infant birth
I often think of what we did through all the joy and mirth
So please enjoy your Christmas but try to spare a thought
And think of how we crucified the man who love had brought


Details | List | |

10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps
With
Tacos

Try
Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus

4142013


Details | I do not know? | |

THE LITTLE CHRISTINGLE GIRL

Oh sweet little Christingle girl
Your daddy is so very far away
“Bring my daddy safely home”
These are the words you pray

Oh sweet little Christingle girl
Daddy is away at the war
“Bring my daddy safely home
Bring him safely to our door”

Oh sweet little Christingle girl
How she misses daddy far away
How sad she is, he won’t be home
To be with them on Christmas day

At Sunday school she made a christingle 
She took an orange to represent the world.
And to symbolize the blood Christ shed
She took the red ribbon from her curls

Then she decorated four tooth picks 
With fruits and sweets and marshmallows
These she placed in the four corners
To represented all the earthly souls

Then finally in the centre of the orange
She stood a single candle of purest white
And when lit, the candle represented
The world filled with Christ’s loving light

The sweet little Christingle girl
Took it home with her that day
And stood it in the window
So daddy would find his way

And the sweet little Christingle girl
With her daddy so very far away
Knew that when he did come home
That would be their Christmas day


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


Details | Narrative | |

A 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 | Cinquain | |

Christmas

Christmas
Holly, jolly
Happy, merry, presents
Parties, enjoy with family
Hooray!


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 | |

That Christmas Feeling

A snowy Christmas is what we all prayed for
Probably because it never happened before
We didn’t need it to have Christmas cheer
But it sure would be nice to see the white stuff this year

You can’t force it; that Christmas feeling just comes to you 
Can’t tell you how, but even when it’s overdue..
Life’s trials sometimes get in the way
But if you’re open to it, that Christmas feeling will come to you and stay
…If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.

One Christmas a few years back, I was having a drink in an old country bar
Listening to a guy play Blue Christmas on guitar
An old bar tender poured me another beer, looked over and said
By the shape of your dungarees, it’s been one hell of a year.

Christmas had me thinking, Is this how it ought to be?
Usually it was a Spirit, most would say Holy, which helped me to see
Then I smiled, ‘cause a thought showed me, it might not have turned out okay
If in 3rd grade, Mrs. Harrington hadn’t sat me in your way

That Christmas feeling will come to you and stay …If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.

The bartender saw the new smile on my face
Said laughingly, That newlywed glow will soon leave without a trace
I didn’t have the heart to tell him, but this Christmas it’s been fifteen years
Since I fell in love with you forever, ‘cause it’s the heart that hears

As I drive up to our home, with it’s simple light show
A feeling came over me and it began to snow
I could hear the kids joyfully screaming inside
And I thanked God that he helped me hang on for the ride.

We all feel low at times; it’s just that way 
But it you’re open to it, that Christmas feeling will come to you and stay
…If you’re open, it will come to you and stay.

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Details | Tanka | |

A Christmas Wish

A fine fix we’re in A real grumpy old grandpa Children complaining A house full of pure chaos And none happy at this time What will we do now This year has come to an end So very quickly No one’s pleasantly moping Everyone’s in displeasure Just one Christmas wish For a household of happiness Joy for everyone A wish of delightful laughs Cozy warmth to each other Just this simple wish Is all I ask for this year Not a possible task For myself to do alone I need Santa’s help for sure After the blessing I will offer what you will A holiday toast Thank you for your services For granting my Christmas wish
Entrant into Michael J. Falotico's "A Christmas Wish In a Poem" contest 12/13/2012


Details | Acrostic | |

Christmas Wreath

19 December 2010

Christmas Wreath

C  ircle band of lights indicating halo
H  alo of hope to continue the whole year round
R  ound in shape flows youthful spirit to ingest
I  ngesting strong hold to never separate
S  eparation comes when leaves fall and lights taken
T  aken from ancestors to mundify
M  undify a sagging spirit in a genial abask
A  bask we get skylight kindling satisfaction 
S  atisfaction to be God’s creation in this world

W  orld as a whole is the people in raceme 
R  aceme with flowers on stalks that entwine
E  ntwine fresh wounds to heal  and feel amorous
A  morous display in every life’s threshold 
T  hreshold for welcoming visitors every hour
H  ours countdown soon will be Christmas and New Year to share to everyone


Merry Christmas to all.


Details | Narrative | |

The Saddest Christmas I Remember

Love is a season
And holidays mark the seasons, 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 void with color
The block was filled with a hundred black windows
And the blackness somehow seemed more appropriate  
There was no Christmas tree in our house this 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...
It was Perry Como, I think....somehow I remember how he sang "Ava Maria"...

My brother had come home from the Air Force earlier that week
He had helped 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, 
                                 getting ready for the sun to shine on Christmas morning...

I started to head for bed, but 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 little box that kept the sugar cube house
It was one 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 Ladies' Home Journal....surrounding it with little trees, and 
people skating on a mirror for a pond, things we had found at the 5 and 10 cent store
Carefully packed away last year, on Mom's last Christmas....

Throughout the night, I sat in the dimness of the house, laying out the sugary scene on the 
fireplace mantel....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.
He held me and we cried together.
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 Constance La France's contest "Your Saddest Christmas Ever"
Carrie Richards


Details | Rhyme | |

Do They Celebrate Christmas In Heaven

Do they celebrate Christmas in Heaven?
What a glorious sound it would be
If all of the angels were  singing,
Gathered round a big evergreen tree.

Will you have some  children to read to,
Like those  wonderful yuletide’s  of old?
Will you be chosen to tell them
The story  you once happily  told?

Another Christmas without you,
I’m missing you still, my dear son.
But if they have Christmas in Heaven,
Then perhaps you will not miss the fun.

I know that God must have noticed
How you like to spread Christmas joy.
And perhaps He will let you play Santa,
To a small angel  girl or boy.

I can see those small cherubs jostling
To be invited to sit on your knee,
While you tell them the old, beloved story,
Of how Christmas  first came to be.




 

 


Details | Kyrielle | |

HOLIDAY HOME - OUTSIDE MY HOME COUNTRY

20 November 2010
By: Noel N. Villarosa

It’s been four years, away from my sweet home during Christmas day
Where I should share the family tradition at twelve and to cheer
To fix my webcam and headphone, and come what may
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

My wife and son displaying a warmth in their smile, reaching hands
With sluggish movements and static sound, trying to project it clear
At the peak of use of internet, bandwidth traffic,  I tried to withstand
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

My wife with hand-held webcam tried to rotate to tour me inside
They have fixed old Christmas tree and angels as pendant for a bright nightwear
At the base, a glimpse of wrapped gifts with laces soon to be untied
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

I can hear voices of children doing their caroling
Barking dogs seem would like to join as their backup singer
My wife whispered to my son, ‘please give these coins as a sign for thanking’ 
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

The threshold of a doorway, visitors do come and bringing gifts
The elders incite parlor games with special gifts and cash to stir
Only happened after family went to a midnight mass for spiritual uplift
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.

A portrait of the Holy Family on the first Christmas eve
Within that stable, baby Jesus was lying in a manger
On Christmas eve, Jesus will visit every home and this is to believe
Welcome to my "Holiday Home" at this special time of year.


5TH place in "HOLIDAY HOME" contest 
Contest Date:  12/16/2010    
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.  


Details | Rhyme | |

A Son's First Christmas

There are more happy faces,
As we go to different places,
Don’t know what the fuss is about,
Guess, I’ll have to wait till I sprout.

So many colorful lights to see,
They’re all hanging on the tree,
Look at the special ornament,
From far away it was sent.

The icy weather is not around here,
One of the boxes has hockey gear,
In summer, we go across the border,
Soon, Santa will get my order.

Next year should be more fun,
Watch as I open gifts one-by-one,
Until then, I’ll have to wait,
Later, Dad will teach me to skate.


Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Time's Around the Bend

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


Details | Couplet | |

The Best Gifts

My youngest child taught me something today
That I had almost forgotten along the way

At this precious age the focus isn’t money
Or finding the promised land of milk and honey

As soon as we decorated our Christmas tree
She placed a gift beneath it saying, “For mommy from me”

It wasn’t a gift from a catalog or store
This special gift was so much more

She ran to her room, found her favorite toy, you see
Then placed it in a cracker box and gave it to me

No wrappings or ribbons just the heart of my child
With glowing eyes and a tender loving smile

That, my friends, is how Christmas should be 
Because the best gifts aren’t found beneath the tree



Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend



“…and a little child will lead them.”~ Isaiah 11:6



Details | Rhyme | |

A Homeless Man's Christmas Wish

Christmas day is coming soon
I can hear the little drummer boys beat 
As I sleep under a stack of newspapers
At my home here on the street
I have no shade from the summer heat
No shelter from a spring storm
When autumn and winter roll around
I have no blanket to keep me warm
I have no one to talk to 
No doctor to keep me well
My life is like the seventh circle
Of an everlasting hell
I have no feast on Thanksgiving
On my birthday, I have no cake
Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed
I pray and hope I won't wake
I think about the man I used to be
The one that died so long ago
Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature
Who I don't even know
Now that Christmas is here again
I pray to the good Lord above
For a gift that most don't appreciate 
Filled with lots of happiness and love
I'm not talking about material things
I can get by without any of that
All I want is a house and a family
Complete with a dog and  a cat
I wish every single Christmas season
That my dear, sweet Lord would send me
A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces
Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree
We would have a most amazing feast
A rack of lamb tied up with a bow
Then we would all get bundled up
And go caroling in the snow
Oh, how glorious that would be
To have a family and a few friends
To have people who love me
Even after this life ends
God please hear my prayers
And answer them if you can
Just grant one simple Christmas wish
To this old homeless man


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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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Christmas Is Magical

Christmas is a magical time
a time for love and joy
where even in wars there is piece
between the men and women deployed

Children laugh with parents
around a green tree 
everyone is together
as it should always be

snow falls on the ground
leaving everything in a blanket of white
icicles hanging from roof tops
it's such a glorius sight

Christmas is a magical time
for every boy and girl
it's a time for great happiness
and joy throughout the world


Anne Hessler


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Christmas Morning

Christmas is that time of year
When friends and family gather near
The children giggle with delight
Anticipating Santa’s flight

Wondering if their list has been read
As they snuggle down in their warm bed
Excited about what tomorrow will bring
Trying to listen for the bells to ring

Then before you know it we open our eyes
Run down the stairs to see the surprise
“Wake up mom and dad look what’s here”
We jump and laugh and give a cheer

Santa came, Santa came look what he left
A doll, a bike, a big treasure chest
Our stockings are full of goodies too
We must have been good the whole year through

I can’t believe the things we got
Santa must really love us a lot
So always help your mom and dad
And work on being good, not bad

Santa knows what we do
When we’re happy or feeling blue
Always make sure and try your best and
Santa will take care of the rest

So stoke the fire add some wood
And remember who’s watching
You better be good!

Merry Christmas!!!


Details | Imagism | |

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.)


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Mum's Christmas Dinner

She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them in a pan,
Mixes up her sage and onion and stuffs it in the bird,
Along with some pork sausage meat that’s been pre-prepared,
She takes apart the oven, to fit the turkey in,
Hangs it up with bits of string, there’s no room in the tin,
Wraps sausages in bacon, in case they catch a chill,
But makes sure they‘re all cooked thoroughly, so the family won’t get ill,
Cooks the bird for hours, while the table’s being laid,
With all the finest crockery (and some of lower grade),
Makes space around the table, brings in extra chairs,
Adorns the place with candles and other Christmas wares,
Lays out a Christmas cracker in everybody’s place,
Complete with rather tacky joke, no doubt of a straight face,
And brings out all the condiments, the pickles and the sauce,
The salt and pepper, the mustard and radish known as “horse”,
Next she makes the starter, the simplest course by far,
A cocktail made up of prawns and a sauce out of a jar.
The family then all piles in, and argues over seats,
The children are already full of chocolates and treats,
Grandmother is mumbling, “Kids should be seen not heard”,
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Mum’s wrestling with the bird,
She tries to carve up slices, but ends up with turkey chunks,
While Dad and Gramps have become a pair of Christmas drunks,
They start an argument about which wine goes with the meat,
And restless children run around, not staying in their seat,
Mother tries to keep her calm and bravely soldiers on,
But the roasties are all blackened and the sprouts are over done,
Mum enters the dining room looking very puffed,
She throws the turkey down and shouts ,“There you go! Get stuffed!”


18th November 2012


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Naughty or Nice

Santa! Oh, Santa! Please listen to me. It’s for Dragon! I’m begging you, please!
Dragon didn't mean to be naughty! He’s crying! He’s even down, on his knees!
Christmas is coming! He wants to be nice! Heaven knows what, he’ll do next!
It’s been quite a week! Beyond his control! And, of course, you know, the rest!

First, he swooped in to help an old Lady, as she tried to walk across a street.
But the wind from his wings; caught her and blew her away, and into a heap!
He volunteered: as a candy stripper, helping patients, at a hospital, without reward.
No smoking allowed, with the seriously ill, his Fire blew up, that one LITTLE ward.

He raked all the leaves for old Mister Brown, for free; who was so very, pleased. 
He gave Dragon an at-a boy! And added a slap on his back, making him sneeze. 
Which startled a spark, from Dragons great mouth. It’s a pity… what they say…
Mr. Brown’s house won’t be finished rebuilding, till… next spring and a day.

Dragon helped with the neighborhood school playground… monitoring the swings.
Upon hearing the comment, “I want to go higher”, they found Space, was achieved.
Now, sad and so lost, Dragon checked out a place, Google Earth had blurred out…
Jets forced him down, it was a secret location, now wiki-leaks-men run, all about.

At an Old Folks Picnic, Dragon grabbed 2 oldsters, then sat on a 3rd, one windy day.
Stopping them from being blown away, the 3rd leaves intensive care, soon, they say.
Baby sitting, a baby that kept crying, Dragon grew so upset, smoke billowed forth.
The firemen decided, until his smoke is under control, ‘no babysitting’, henceforth!

Santa is great! This we all definitely know! To get all these problems under control... 
He said ‘don’t try so hard!’ As he found Dragon’s heart not only nice, but pure gold! 
Peace was ensured, as he sent Dragon home… for his family to enjoy, and to enfold!  
Now life will be better, for all! I’m sure!… Or so I do hope, to behold!

But… Pardon me, Santa… Did you just… say?… He’s officially nice, in your view?
Santa, perhaps a warning is due. His wish list, 2 miles long, is coming to you!
For all, it’d been quite a week, mission accomplished, as Santa gave a knowing wink!
‘Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas! Peace on Earth’, even with Dragon around, me-thinks.


Details | Villanelle | |

YULETIDE'S PARADE


With blinking eyes, and a new moon aglow
Family footsteps skip so glad and sleek
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.

Thrill of circus spins with rides to and fro
As Snowman pops with a giggly shriek
With blinking eyes, and a new moon aglow.

Ferries wheels churn tummies, we overflow
When orange bulbs parade their fine mystique,
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.

Hot dogs, candy canes wipe lips; trinkets in tow
While fair’s confetti kisses Mom’s pink cheek
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.

Dad wins a bike, grandest  prize of the show
As laughter rises with clowns’ hide-and-seek,
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow.

This joyride of nights caresses to grow
While we await fete’s magic week to week
With blinking eyes ,and a new moon aglow
Come giddy days of Yuletide, we all flow!



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Carol Eastman's Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale
by nette onclaud
11/28/2014



Details | I do not know? | |

The Greatest Gift

It's Christmas eve, 
and in the dark I ponder
Alone with my thoughts
Over the year they wander.

Of laughing and of little tears,
Of reluctant hugs for dad,
Joyful smiles and soft I love you
Many good times, and many sad.

The Christmas presents under tree
Awaiting little fingers
My smile broadens wider
As on happy faces it lingers.

Sometimes I feel the loneliness
Biting through my heart
When I look at little heads
Cuddled asleep, in the dark.

For next to me, an empty space
That mirrors deep inside
The loss I feel, the emptiness
Is sharper somehow tonight.

Then from the dark a little sound
Daddy, please, I need you now
And to his bedside I will sit
To stroke his hand and troubled brow.

On this night, this Christmas eve,
I sit here no longer adrift,
Hold his hand and know for sure
That I already have the greatest gift.


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LISA'S IVORY MUSIC BOX

Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?


When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"


The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.


It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!"  she displeasingly uttered to herself. 


There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.


But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, 
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.


Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...


Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.        


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

The Color of Santa

What race is Santa Clause?
Some say white, some say black.
But at the end of the day, one thing's for sure;
He's the same color as your dad.


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12 days of kiss-mas

On the 12th day of kiss-mass my true love sent to me
12 dirty undies
11 socks a stinking
10 shoes a humming
9 shirts for pressing
8 trousers 
7 days of take-out boxes
6 flagons of beer
5 D V D's
4 mischievous children
3 dozen wine bottles
2 ex partners
and an engagement ring under the tree


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. 










Details | Light Poetry | |

My 12 Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
        A puppy that wouldn’t stop peeing on my tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
 	Two Turtle Doves who dropped a load, as I looked up in the tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Three little kittens that my puppy, chased up daily into the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Four sets of ornaments to replace, those destroyed by kittens in the tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Five different promises that he would again, put up, The Silly Tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Six strands of lights to replace those chewed on, by my little puppy.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Seven hugs and kisses, so I’d PLEASE forget, about the Blooming Tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Eight Trolls a milking, chasing cows thru all my hedgerow shrubbery.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Nine Trolls a dancing, that all fell on, my once beautiful garden fencing.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Ten Trolls a leaping, as Caroling candles, burned down into their hands.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Eleven Trolls a smiling and ready to rebuild my burned down front porch.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
	Twelve Trolls a hammering and a nice big bottle of Tylenol… just for me…
Plus the happy thought, I’d survived a Christmas gift, planned with love… just for me.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and best wishes for twelve days of Christmas joy.


By CSEastman for: 12 Days of Christmas Contest


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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 | Light Poetry | |

Kitty Claus

On a cold, cold night with a touch of snow, a cat wished quietly and sadly for a home.
For a year he’d found nowhere with love to call home. Yes, he’d been, so very, very alone.
He lived under a deserted car now, where his family had lived long ago, for a while.
They were now gone to a new home, and he feared, he couldn’t carry on without them, my dear.
So before going to bed he wished on a star, which appeared ever so brightly above, from far. 
All he wanted from anyone was some food, and to sleep next to a warm, warm fire, too.
As he fell asleep he also wished for a hand to touch his fur, gently and kindly, again.
Then he awoke to a sound he’d heard once before, as Christmas bells had tolled, long ago… He was sure.
That night an old man in red had come from out of nowhere, to take his family a new home, so fair.
Scared by the sleigh and the reindeer he drove, the cat had run away, that I know to be true. 
But not any more would he run away, his legs would no longer take him very far, any way.
He grabbed all his courage and around he snuck, until hiding under a bush nicely tucked.
There before him was a jolly old man with his reindeer and sleigh lined up, yes, again.
The man was dressed in warm, warm clothes, and stopped to lay down a beautiful bowl.
The man then turned away to do business forthright, inside the neighboring house that night.
I swear on my heart that this is ever so true, as the cat crept closer giving curiosity it’s due.
Coming closer he could sense the most wonderful smell, calling him forward, as if under a spell.
The bowl was filled with warm, warm cream, which he licked up fast as if caught in a dream.
Moments later the man came from that house, with a smile and a wink for that dear old cat.
The man in red picked up the bowl with a quiet demand, urging him gently to stroll to his hand.
Now was the dilemma to run, or to stay, but it was the large shining star that decided it all that day.
As he stood before that great big man in red, the star beckoned brightly from behind the man’s head.
The cats’ fears left as the man stayed with a smile and a grin, and a Ho Ho Ho that day, my friend.
He realized here was the home he’d wanted for so long, and had dreamt in his head, where he could belong.
Some how, he knew he’d be safe in that beautiful sled, and warm in that coat the color of red.
He came forward to lick and nuzzle the man, as yes; he was picked up gently, in his hand.
The jolly old man put him snug in his coat, as a red nosed reindeer winked from the front, I must note.
Then the man climbed in and sent forward the sleigh, as the cat curled up to sleep, the rest of the way.

Miracles can happen each day, at the hand of others who are wise and kind, I say.
This jolly old man was right in this deed, and ever so wise to stop and kind to care, you see…
So I’ll let you in on a little secret I know… 
They lived happily ever after, at the North Pole.


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Christmas Merriment

Snowflakes falling, falling all night
My pine tree adorned, now illuminating under snow
I brush and brush off, unveiling Christmas twinkling lights
Giving the white ground a colorful glow
An appearance of a Hallmark card, I must say
My children gather around the tree in merriment 
Then one by one they form fluffy snowballs
Laughing mischievously they begin to throw them at me
Well you can guess what happens next
Yep, before I was done they are covered in white
Red face and cold we all go indoors for the night
In front of the fireplace tired, beginning to warm
We look at each other and started to grin
Deep belly-laughs replaces the grins
You can't have enough of a good thing


For Nathan's "Christmas Joy" contest


Details | Rhyme | |

'Twas The Day After Christmas

'Twas the day after Christmas and all was not well.
Even the resident mouse dare not stray far from its cell!
The family was snowbound due gale winds and snows.
Each tread lightly to avoid stepping on sensitive toes!

Though Christmas had been rather calm and serene,
The day after, presented a far different scene!
Creatures were stirring - Rusty the dog and Simba the cat.
Both were embroiled again in a long-simmering spat!

From the family room a screaming clamor arose,
Awakening Pa from his afternoon doze!
Seems that the kids could not readily agree,
On what to watch on their new high definitiion TV!

Pa groused about the usual socks and tie he received.
Ma got more potholders and was somewhat aggrieved.
The kids wanted to swap their gifts at the mall.
Pa muttered, "How am I to pay for it all?"

The expensive tree shed its needles - 'twas nearly bare.
Ma proclaimed that leftover turkey would be their fare.
At eventide they settled down for their long winters' naps,
Dreaming of a better outcome for next Christmas - perhaps!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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One Christmas Wish

Its still a happy time of year..
Although some gone cause a tear..
I remember Christmas as a child..
Now these Holidays are a bit mild..
The tree still has its array of lights..
And out my window the chill takes a bite..
If I could have one Christmas wish to send..
I would balloon up to heaven in a teardrop 
to be with all you again...


Merry Christmas Dad, Dianna and Al...Miss you


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Quatrain | |

A Christmas Tradition

So many traditions run deep in all of our families, And each holiday calls for a memorable and worthy gathering. At Christmas, one tradition fills our hearts with glee! When caught up in the season of joy; sadness, never harboring! We find that it matters not whether a leaf has fallen from our tree, And sailed on angels' wings to join the celebration above. We reminisce of yesteryears assured their spirits are free... Free from turmoil and chaos; free to taste purest love. High upon the Christmas tree, there, amongst sparkling colored balls; Tucked between precious old ornaments and brilliant, festive lights, Hang these amazing balls of glass; bearing the names of all. They're protected by the extra padded skirt made of satin- red and white Time will not dissolve memories or the love and affection which flows, When kindred spirits, on Christmas morn, gather to hear the sacred story. We’d recall the prudent sayings; simple stories that nurture, still, our souls, While in harmony, young ones and old, celebrate God’s majestic glory! ~*~
Note: For the Contest, "Traditions" 12/11 *Ist Place


Details | Rhyme | |

The Perfect Christmas Gift

The most perfect gift I ever received
Was very real and not perceived
It was given me so long ago
I feel honored it was bestowed

It did not come with a bow or wrap
It had no buttons, ties or snaps.
It had no box no tape nor tag
It did not come in a Santa bag.

It was not placed beneath our tree
Though it was received with glee
It was not hung in my Christmas stocking
It does keep coming without stopping

The gift you see was of family
The twelve of us including me
My parents teaching us of togetherness
That would bring lifelong happiness

That our true gifts were in each other
With all my sisters and my brothers.
For whatever material things we gather
They in the long run do not matter.

Your family is your perfect gift
The passage of time is much too swift
So look not underneath your tree
But in your heart and you will see!

David Brown
12/6/13








Details | Haiku | |

- Haiku X 42 - Home for Christmas -




     Christmas home with songs
     Gathered family rejoice 
     Happy stars smiling  




     17.12.2014
     A-L Andresen :)


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 | Sonnet | |

The Simmons' Personas "Of Mind's Darkness"

 “Ronald Gene Simmons” death’s synonymous,
   This methodic demon murdered the lot!
      The executioner, autonomous,
        Not a family member aware of plot!     
Grandchildren’s redemption, a rain barrel!
  Murdered daughter, mother of his daughter,
    Drowned in  holy times of Christmas carol,
      Autonomous plot, demonic slaughter. 
Personas demonic beseeches void,
  Murderous demons of the void darkness,
    Illusion’s personas of minds deployed,
      Lost deranged souls without love, are artless. 
This deranged soul, mind illusion’s manure,
  Dumped bodies in cesspit, then had a beer!!!

For: Tragedy is More Enjoyable Than Comedy
In Honor of; Dr Ram Mehta

Ronald Gene Simmons #131 
Ronald Gene Simmons killed 14 members of his extended family in Russellville, Ark., over a 
course of three days at Christmas 1987. Between the murders he drank beer and watched TV!
www.clarkprosecutor.org/html/death/US/simmons131.htm 
Summary: 
Ronald Gene Simmons was a retired Air Force Sergeant. Over the Christmas holidays in 1987, 
he methodically executed 14 members of his family: 6 daughters, 3 sons, 2 grandsons, 1 son-
in-law, 1 daughter-in-law and his wife. (One of his daughters was also his granddaughter)
Two days later, he went into town and killed two others. Waived all appeals.


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Christmas Magic

The chill in the air signals that winter is upon us now,
We begin to see decorations and familiar holly boughs,
Shops fill with treats, something for everyone we love,
Still keeping in mind, this is a celebration for God above.

Our tiny village has the manger scene in the center of town,
The Christmas lights twinkle and the yellow star shines down,
Silent Night and other Christmas carols are the familiar sound,
Children laughing, all the glad tidings and good cheer abound.

Christmas trees are cut and decorated both inside and out,
Santa Claus is surely coming, for that there is little doubt,
Gifts are wrapped and laid underneath the Christmas tree,
Gorgeous foils and velvet ribbons don the gifts for all to see.

In early December, the volunteer fire fighters have a parade,
Christmas is the only time when each street has a barricade,
Once Santa arrives on his red sleigh pulled by his reindeer,
The children run to sit on Santa’s lap, so sweet and quite sincere.

As every day passes the anticipation of Christmas begins to rise,
Stories are told of the birth Christ and the three men so wise,
There is an unspoken balance of religion, tradition and folklore,
Whether caroling or singing in church, it makes our spirits soar.

At one time Christmas meant family, all seated around the table to eat,
But as time passes, loved ones die, now there is many an empty seat.
So new traditions must be made as we evolve holding our ideals intact,
We cherish our time together celebrating Christmas, each year not exact

Its still Christmas magic, that feeling of kindness, giving and love,
Grown from our icons of Christmas, the traditions that fit us like a glove,
While the people may change, the program continues each and every year,
For the celebration of Christ’s birth, in each of our hearts, it remains dear.




Written July 26, 2012
For Gail Doyle's contest
Christmas in July, Christmas Magic






 




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Jingle Bells

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wish

Wish

Seven years I’ve been waiting for
A Christmas with you I wish for
Just like the other years that passed by
My wish for Christmas never gone by

A thought bothered my mind
How do you feel fine?
How do I feel fine?
If it breaks your soul it breaks mine.

Everything you have to sacrifice
A tear drops in your eyes
I wish I could make it dry
But I too can’t stop myself to cry

I hope he will grant my wish
If not now, maybe next year
I would still be waiting here
The same wish that I wished.


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WHY ARE WE HERE

Copyright © 2012 
12/17/2012 
(A Purpose So Clear) 

Like children we fear 
  In secret a somber tear 

Like learning to walk 
 Babies listen to talk 

And reach for a hand 
  To help them stand 

This too, we all must do 
  By HIS Hand made anew 


by: LP


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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather


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Bird Man : A Christmas story Part two

cont...

His creatures failed to listen to His guidelines to grow
and got lost in their own wills. The rest we know.
So the Maker of his creatures animal and Human, the Generator Himself  Creator of billions of stars and galaxies
black holes, planets, moons, suns, 
time, space and all material, of everything visible and invisible …
decided in Pure Love to send down His Son, His Mirror 
to become one of His Creatures. He, the Alpha and Omega,
The Beginning and the End, the second Person of the Blessed Trinity,
God Himself…. Came down to be one of His creatures… His little ones.
He came down and became one of us to lead us, to save us, show us the Way. Christ.

There was a man who did not and would not believe,
who could blame him in a world set to deceive.
One wintry freezing blustery Sunday after his family went to church,
he was watching the birds outside his picture window.
They were freezing to death he could see,
no place to hide and warm themselves in the bare trees.
His bird feeders had toppled in the snow
and his little friends had no where to go.
He quickly went to his entrance door and opened it wide
spread seed and suet in a trail into his house.
“Come inside my little friends he cried!”
I won’t hurt you and you will be safe here with me.
but they didn’t believe him…. Who could blame them
he thought in a world set to deceive….

Then in his anguish for his little friends he thought,
if only I could just for a day become one of them
to fly out there, then they would believe me! 
then they would follow me into my house…where it’s warm.
and they would be saved! Poor little ones!

Then he understood…. 
The next Sunday He filled his birdfeeders
and went to the Christian church with his family.
to give thanks to the Almighty Love. 
It was CHRISTMAS day.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE !!!




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Coming Home

The full moon glistens on the fallen snow;
He still has a couple of miles left to go,
As he walks on home from the bus depot;
Of his visit there nobody yet knows.

His deployment in Iraq has come to an end;
The Purple Heart hangs on his chest;
Of his shortened tour he told no family or friends;
His left sleeve is pinned to his vest.

The Greyhound bus that dropped him off,
Passes him rolling down the road;
The shrapnel he carries in a chewing tobacco tin,
As he marches along in the dark and the cold.

The long driveway to the house he grew up in,
Has not been shoveled of the snow;
The lights are still on, as everyone within,
Prepares for a midnight mass to go.

They are startled by noises out on the porch,
And wonder at the knock on the door;
They all rush in to see who it is,
As he drops his duffel bag upon the floor.

A one-armed hug isn’t so bad,
On the Eve before a Christmas Day;
When received by a hero son
Who’s been missed ever since he went away.

They all went to church with tears in their eyes;
One family of thousands of more;
Overjoyed by a wonderful Christmas surprise -
A soldier coming home from the war.


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CHRISTMAS WITH MOTHER-IN-LAW

*It was thirty two Celsius in the shade
The grass had turned brown – every blade!
Children thankfully in the garden pool
The cat and dog finding a spot to cool

Mother-in-law making short shift of G & T’s
Her coiffed hair in a beehive tease
Sadly sagging together with her mood
Every five minutes: “Where is the food?”

“Mother, snow is on its way – I promise!”
The weather I can’t control – one would surmise
Skies clouded over and hailstones rained down
Her car was dented and now a permanent frown

We sat down to turkey and sage stuffing
In this heat, I did not fancy all the fluffing
Brandy Tarts replaced the Christmas pudding
Mother-in-law her tummy now a rubbing 

My food was obviously given the blame
The Crepe Suzette with brandy set aflame 
Her blonde hair set on fire – singed black
I don’t expect to see Mother-in-law soon back

*December is one of our hottest months. My mother-in-law hails from the UK and every Christmas we had to suffer her complaining about the weather...

16/12/12



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SEQUENCE

alone
in the dark
no family
or Christmas presents to
crowd

at home
together
with family
here for the holidays
heaven

Contest: Dr. Ram's "Holiday-Cinqku Form)
Date: 11-12-14
Poet: LyricMan


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The Christmas Ride

Dear Santa:

Our baby Troll Lilly started a discussion, last night, just to help… you know.
So Santa, I hope you don’t mind some advice from our dear family of Trolls.
Lilly had a question on a problem, about your ride, on your famous route.
She wanted to ask you, what happens when the reindeer get really pooped out?

Yes, she needs to know, what on earth you might do… so to her, you’d get thru?
I tried to assure her that you’d be all right, but she didn’t believe, that was true!
She began crying buckets of tears, so we told her just what we’d do to help you.
The Trolls also piped in, with great ideas to help, so she’d stop all the boo hoo’s.

They decided, their dragons would do, in case of a blizzard, and for extra warmth.
(But they’re too heavy to land on roofs; I cried for a week with mine, it’s the truth.)
Geese would be great in some areas, no doubt! But watch out where lakes are about.
Hunters may be present; Christmas goose is yummy when family gatherings sprout.

Most birds are strong and sturdy in flight, but watch out when full night comes.
They sleep in trees, so you’ll spend the rest of the night, hanging above the ground.
Bears are really sturdy, with great power in every move they ever decide to take.
But I doubt you could wake them in winter, without a truly massive earthquake.

Unicorns would be impressive, but my Trolls say that… they aren’t really real.
I say that they are, but you’d have to be on guard, people want their magic, to steal.
Planes would be impressive, but in a yard… they are really hard… to try to land.
Helicopters are so cool, but you’d be buried in the blowing snow, where you stand.

Dogs are good for mushing, but you might need a smaller sled to stand behind.
But, a few Trolls are perfect, with unswerving stamina, and strength well defined.
Another could help tote toys, sitting behind you and Lilly, who’d be great, by your side. 
These ideas cheered her up a lot, she was even laughing, and no more did she cry.

But if you use the reindeer, remember we could be, if needed, quickly by your side.
Have a Merry Christmas, and Santa; please give Lilly a Christmas wish ride.
And you can’t go wrong with reindeer, Lilly, and a few extra Trolls supplied.
				
Yours truly, From The Eastman’s and their Trolls


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Christmas Eve


Silver bells ring faintly through the wintry wooded land from shiny horse-drawn sleighs gliding across powdered snow. I cuddle up to a toasty fire with hot cocoa warming tired hands as the Christmas tree soothes me with an iridescent glow, and gaily decorated presents lie neatly adorned with bows. On Christmas Eve, the children dream of Santa and sugary treats. Reindeer food has been nibbled; cookies and milk are on the mantle. My thoughts drift to ornery relatives and hopeful cooking feats, until I see his profile beneath the mistletoe holding a candle. The Lord's blessings float through me like the Christmas music of Handel. July 22, 2012 For a Christmas In July!! Christmas Magic Contest (Gail Doyle)


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My Perfect Christmas Gift

On christmas eve I wait
sitting by the door
wishing he would come
but not hoping any more

In my heart I know he won't
so I don't know why I wait
I think that I should go to bed
it's getting awfully late

I wake up in the morning 
to a damp pillow near my head
then I hear a voice down stairs 
and I sit up in my bed

I run down the hall 
to the living room to see
the greatest gift that anyone
could ever give to me

my father's sitting on the couch
it's then I finally know
that god listend to my prayers
all that's missing is the bow.


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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


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The Magic of Christmas

The most magical of holidays
That comes, but once a year
Bringing joy and happiness
Warming the hearts with love
Like a warm cup of hot cocoa
To enjoy on a cold, winter day.

A time of peace on Earth
Goodwill toward men
Helping those in need
By giving from the heart
To show we care.

Where the impossible becomes possible
Anything can happen during the season
As there's a certain magic in the air
Drifting around like fallen snowflakes
That create a gorgeous winter wonderland.

Loved ones gather together
From friends and family
To recent acquaintances
Enjoying the holidays
Creating new memories to cherish.

Christmas brings out the best
Of the people in the world
For love and kindness
Are the greatest gifts
That come from the heart.


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Country Christmas

“Country Christmas Carol”      ---  dedicated to my family

 by  Miriam  McCue (creator of flamingo art, & poetry.so far.)

We love to sing Christmas songs,
My Grandson Bubba and I.
And when we sing Country Christmas.
We almost make the angels cry.

A Merry Country Christmas
To all those great Country Folk,
And even to the City Slickers,
Who also love to drink and smoke.

We’ll take a drink for Bubba, Aunt Mike and Cousin Jim, 
And hope that this Christmas,
They’ll say a prayer and sing a hymn.

Gather round the still, 
Country People all.
 And hold up Uncle Bill
So the old coot doesn’t fall. 

A Merry Country Christmas, 
One full of country joy.
Little Willie wanted a 12 gauge,
But all he got was a toy.


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Once A year

The family's gathered together and swarmed around the Christmas tree
and even Grandpa Elmer has shaken and rattled the gifts ,you see.

The ham has been glazed to perfection and Mama calls us to the table
but Uncle Fred is floating in eggnog;as for getting up he's just not able!

Grandma's disgusted the young-uns;she pinches the cheeks right off each kid.
Auntie Midge has much to say about the neighbors's secrets they've hid.

Cousin Joe shows up with his girlfriend,a stripper from the local club
and while the family finds their seats,Daddy stumbles home from the pub.

Across from the stuffing and mashed potatoes Mama shoots him a nasty stare.
If looks could kill he'd be dead as a doorknob but Daddy doesn't seem to care.

We bow our heads now to say grace;I look at all the faces dear.
I'm grateful for each wacky one and that Christmas just comes once a year!


written 12/13/12


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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.
   


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What If Christmas Never Came


What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Christmas Magic

Over the meadow and through the woods
my sweet li'l grandma's got the goods!
But Daddy says I'll have to wait
until that certain December date.

Maybe I'll spot Santa's sleigh
somewhere near the Milky Way
being led by Rudolph's nose
so bright and shiny that it glows.

These were my thoughts as a kid;
now the presents are all hid
or sitting underneath the tree
for all my family and friends to see.

Twinkling lights and wreaths all hung
while Christmas tunes are beautifully sung.
Hot mugs of cocoa are passed around
while distantly a church bell sounds.

I gaze at all the faces dear
of loved ones come from far and near
to spend this wondrous Christmas together
inside safe from the snowy weather.

Or perhaps we'll take a fun sled ride
as we bundle up and race outside.
No matter what we do it's true
Christmas is magical through and through.



written by Deb Wilson
November21st, 2013
for contest "Christmas Magic" sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle


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What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


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The Head Hunter Christmas

We have a Christmas tradition in our family as you’re about to see, We’ve always hung a shrunken head in the boughs of our Christmas tree. His eyes and mouth have been stitched shut which makes him pretty scary, This is why he’s called the grouch even though to us he is quite merry. What was it that brought him to this spot at the center of our shrub? He’s not the normal décor you would say but our traditions we’ll never snub. Before my mother had met my father she went for a day at Disneyland, She decided to purchase a souvenir that was being sold at a stand. Mom told her roommate that she would buy whichever one that she said, Her roommate smiled an impish grin and pointed to the shrunken head. Mom adorned her front door with the head so when my dad first came to call, He knew he’d found a girl with a sense of humor to match his after all. When they’d wed the Grouch had earned a place in their Christmas season, The love of laughter that they shared was represented by this reason. So by the time that I was born the Grouch had always been hanging there, To take him from the Christmas tree would make the branches look too bare. I know that a shrunken head from Disneyland is not for everybody’s taste, But in our family the Grouch’s head can never be replaced. So sing your songs of Christmas joy and hold fast to your traditions, And try to hold fast to your head on your next holiday expedition.


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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


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WESOLYCH SWIAT

Our family reunion is coming...My, Oh My,
Times in my youth, of family gathering, and customs traditional.
The theme this year is "Christmas in July",
Like Dickens' Ghost of Christmas Past I can recall.

I remember those days with quiet revelry,
The cold winter nights of going to Grandpa's house.
Those Polish customs, the foods, the "Opwatky",
Seeing all my cousins there, the joys it would arouse.

The piney aroma that permeated the air,
There was the tree with its festive lights so bright.
You could smell it even before you got there,
The ornaments and tinsel, garlands that reflected each colored light.

The stable on the floor has all the figures but one,
There were gifts for all beneath the tree.
He won't arrive until the Midnight Mass is done,
I'd always be looking for the one for me.

Then there was the laughter and the games galore,
Oh, for the traditional "Opwatky" before dinner.
How we made such noise in that great roomed parlor,
Whoever cracked the biggest piece was the winner.

Then to sit at a table piled high with food,
Yes, these are the times I want to recall.
Kielbasa, Pierogi, Kapusta, all tasted so good,
Not just for me, but for the families all.

But for the ones who never knew of our tradition,
For there is a humbling pride in writing this story.
It would certainly give them some admonition,
The kind that can only come from loving memory.

So, I will write down those things that I still retain,
To our "Christmas in July" reunion as it stands.
Well stored but dusty, in my memory engrained,
I'll write so I will not go with empty hands.

For our families have not shared a Christmas together,
My story will be my gift to them you see.
In so many years, this is just the time and the weather,
I'll write it, wrap it, and put one for each under the tree.

If their memories are even sparked just a bit,
My "Christmas in July" will have been well worth it.

Wesolych Swiat!   (Merry Christmas in Polish)
Written for "Christmas in July" Contest...please note that it is a better read as Couplets - acbd


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The Lonely Grinch's Carol

Decorated tree with lights and bells
Standing free from walls and shelves

Blissful youth keep warbling chants
Wrathful me grow scalding hands

My gnashing teeth and pounding heart
My crashing joy their humming part

A youngster sits on Santa’s lap
Her buoyant wish wreck my nap

Fathers and mothers at home with sons
Assembling round the tree with songs

Carols and hymns pleasant in ear
I hate to sing but love to hear

A lonely Grinch I break in tear
To see them sing and dance in cheer

Merry Christmas not hard to hear
I bow and say Happy New Year


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


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Happy Holidays Dear Faye 2K12

May your colors which unique shine thro' upon
Family as the brilliant Christmas lights do,
And yet after the white blanket has gone;
May this joyous Season's peace find you true.
May hearts warmth find you this grand Holiday.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year's dear Faye!


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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...


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Christmas Night

		Christmas Night

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
Narrative

By Pat Holland
528 Prescott Rd
Paris, KY 40361
Patricia_holland5@mymail.eku.edu


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Christmas Dinner

Since I was young I never cared.
If christmas dinner was ever shared. 
Just wanted them presents and maybe a beer.
I'm not a grinch, but I've waited all year.

We used to have game hens and such fancy things.
But now chilli and potato soup is all sister brings.
I'm not complaining, I usually have two.
And I'm usually quite full when I am through.

Now out to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
You know that's the least I can do, I guess? :)
When the whole thing is over, it's really quite nice.
I just kinda wish we could celebrate twice.

December 17th
For Francine's contest
Thanks for looking out for me. :) Fracine and Andrea


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Why Is Christ Taken Out Of Christmas


Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


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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!
 

 
 
 


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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.


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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.”


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Christmas in July!

The family is all gathered, Just like Christmas Day; All lined up in bikini’s, Soaking up the ray’s; The beach front sure is hot, In the middle of July; On the deck catchin’ catfish, So we can have a catfish fry; Playin’ beach volleyball, In Daisy Duke shorts; With friends and family, Of all different sorts; At night there’s a bonfire, We’re all makin’ S’mores; It’s so nice to spend, Our Christmas outdoors; It’s a gift to be here together, And that’s what Christmas brings; It doesn’t matter the time of year, From winter to summer to spring; And I sure love when Christmas, Comes around in July; All those warm and fuzzy feelings, When the temperature is high!


Details | Rhyme | |

The Very Best Of Christmas Days

Memories of my best Christmases The best Christmases of mine Was when my family and loved ones Could afford me some of their time To be surrounded by the ones I love Is all I could wish for To spend the holidays with them all I could ask for nothing more Wife, children, grandchildren To have them there with me To be wrapped up in the moment The best place I could be They grow, they lead such busy lives It can’t always be the way Ah, but those years they gifted me with time My favourite Christmas Days Time is a rare commodity these days It becomes such a precious thing As I grow older and it ebbs away It’s the best gift one can bring You don’t need to be mega rich One gift will do just fine Gift your loved ones with your presence Gift them with your time


Details | Free verse | |

Blessings Of The Lord

Day by day we perceive the blesssings of the Lord,
The snowy day that reminds us about the blessings of warmth and friendship,
Friendship that is distant and always remembered,
Miracles that are difficult to define,
A church and portals that you used to visit,
Structures beautiful, unique and powerful,
 Hymns sung and bible verses read,
Choirs where the bells ring and the songs are sung,
Ministers preaching the wisdom of God,
Relatives forever loved and protected by the Lord,
Blessed reunions and visits redefined,
Talents shared and appreciated,
The Lord's poet blessed by God's friendship,
Athletic strength as a senior guided by God,
Royalty sacred and divine, a blessing to mankind.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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My Last Poem For Christmas!

 This is my last poem for Christmas.
     I have so much I must do!
     I have family and friends to visit.
     I wish you all the best too.

     Come follow me in my travels;
     Let's start right here on the NET.
     There are people I need to encourage,
     Some new friends, I've recently met.

     Many are sad, ill or lonely,
     I'm hoping to bring them some cheer.
     Then I'm off to visit some old folk'
     Who've no family anywhere near.

     I'll sit and listen to stories
     Of times when they all had great fun.
     I'll laugh, then we'll sing songs and carols,
     About Christmas and Jesus, God's Son.

     I'm trusting the peace of this Christmas,
     Will be a great blessing to you.
     That each of you will gain inspiration,
     To carry you all the year through.
     HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!


Details | ABC | |

Christmas Time

A long gaze
out the window
you see the cold road
covered in bright
white winter snow
as the cold wind blows 
you hold close 
the hot mug of chocolate to unfroze 
your tingling fingers and toes
tiny balls of marshmallows floating on top
like fallen snow balls that drop
to fill the stockings up with presents
this time of year, is about spending time 
with family and friends, peers
as the nights drawing in
my son's was making his 
Christmas list
i see how happy he his 
and i feel like the kid
holding his dreams, as i kiss
him good night 
dressing up as Santa for the night
the feeling of Christmas morning, as a child
now as a farther i get to see my child’s smile
hands frozen from making our snowman
grab the hat and scarf take a picture that will last
for ever that's how i can relive this moment
in this poem
as we watch as Rudolf reindeer
flying over the night sky
the family round the table festive cheer 
as the night
closes drinking wine and beer 
laughing and joking
gone has another year,
breathing in the heated air
as I'm falling asleep in grandpa's chair......


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Christmas season

With Burle Ives singing Frosty the snowman in the background,
and the smell of pies and 
cinamon in the open, warm kitchen, thoughts of Christmas'
 past come to mind. When 
precious God fearing, grand parents were 
around to keep my thoughts on the right path and 
help to increase my faith in a loving heavenly father.
 A father that had the good of the 
family in mind; was the protector of the family and leader. 
Times were more simple and 
precious, hard work was the norm around the small vegetable farm. 
Decorations for Christmas 
were a must, a tree and lights, with many gifts under the tree. 
Kids playing with all the toys 
and each other, usually a board game would
take place after the Christmas eve meal with all 
the cousins, that we all readily enjoyed. 
As the kids got older, and were able to drive, we 
would take a ride to Christmas Lane and look
at the decorations and lights. Then go home to 
wait fot Santa to leave our presents, 
with the fire place's glowing red embers, Santa could 
see the perfect place to leave the gifts arranged for 
best enjoyment and visual build-up. 
Love abounds sitll in our home, with my own son watching for Santa's spies around 
Thanksgiving and wishing for every
toy known to mankind. The awe and wonder are still 
there, but I miss those gone on before, though I 
can imagine the celebration they are having 
up in Heaven, praising Jesus, and loving each other.

For my grand parents-Robert and Leola Kendrick and Marion and Marie Morgan


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A Christmas Celebration

A Christmas celebration,
With the family gathered near,
A ham in the oven,
The boys with a cup of cheer. 

Having such a good time,
The kids running all around,
Playing hide and seek,
Trying not to be found.

A festive celebration,
Laughter thru out the house,
Everyone across the nation,
Loving their special spouse.

Too soon the day is over,
But everyone tuckered out,
You look out your window,
As the kids all start to shout.

Snow has started falling,
Time to start again,
Guess we missed our calling,
We’ll be kids instead of men.

Snowball fights in the valley,
There’ll be skating in the pond,
Don’t sit around and dally,
When we’re making our special bond.

A big fire in the backyard,
Everyone gathers around,
Time to get warm and cozy,
We all seem to be spellbound.

Sleigh bell they are a ringing,
As the neighbors come in from the town,
Everyone starts singing,
No where could you find a frown.

Another Christmas is ending,
And what a day it has been,
Finished with all the baking,
Now waiting for the New Year to begin.


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It's Christmas again

Dear Family who never call,
 
Its Christmas again,
 
And needless to say I dislike you all,
 
But despite all my loathing.
 
For your stupid fat faces,

I’ve wrote you a poem,
 
All full of airs and graces,
 
Oh it’s Christmas, so, I'll blow my nose,
 
The poems all festive, so here it goes:
 
If you ask me it’s all a farce,
 
You can blow your Christmas out your arse,
 
All the greedy-robot-shoppers, drooling and grasping, makes me sad,
 
Wide-eyed-bloated-screaming-brats, all clawing and grasping mad,
 
Filling their shopping bags with the latest things they saw on the telly
 
Cramming their trollies with vast amounts of food for the belly,
 
Yes if you ask me It fills me with fear,
 
You can ram your Christmas in your wax filled ear,
 
All the mindless-nine-to-five-morons consume and consume and tell me I’m their brother,
 
All dressed up to the nines swarming our towns they kiss and hug and sing to each other,
 
Prancing, posturing and drinking to much booze with their haircuts and shoes
 
I’d like to take to the streets with a shotgun; I’ve got nothing to lose,
 
Yes if you ask me It makes me cry,
 
You can poke your Christmas in Santa’s eye!
 
All the pretty pretentious families gather around fake smiles and wrapped gifts,
 
They eat lots of cake with their glistening eyes,
 
But it isn’t long before their mood shifts,
 
Soon they’ll be drunk and at each other’s throats 

Saying “I luv you so much, I luv you” “No, no I really really love you” what a charade, what a joke.
 
Yes if you ask me, at Christmas I will point and laugh and shake my head,
 
It’s an empty hollow sham, based on a make believe religion, tatty, garish, cheap and all the true festivity is dead


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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.  


Details | Villanelle | |

Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone


Details | Kyrielle | |

A monastery grows from the songs

A monastery grows from the songs of its strange crew,
Monastery painted with blue of unique Voronezh blue 
And a new comer, blond icicle, bare footed, gnarled 
Deaf and mute -it is said -singing “Have mercy, God!”

Stalactite and stalagmite in their cells, monks and nuns
Some of them so innocent like the sober day that runs;
Hanged from the heaven of their great expectations held
From the glass dawn to noon singing:“Have mercy, God!”

The others in their rusty autumn or white winter,
All calling the Promised Land that started to glitter
In their heart and from this light the sky seems fired
And the forest`s echo repeated: “Have mercy, God!”

In the twilight mist two monks try to cut down 
The evergreen tree to bring it for kids in the town;
Children glide on sleigh and even tired go later to bed.
They learnt carols and angels sing “Have mercy, God!”


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The Four Winds of Christmas

 narrative 

Old Rinzburger was dead, 
only his wife has doubts. 
Death certificate had been signed.
by the banker, his best friend, 
He will soon take bids on his property.

An ancient once busy windmill 
dominates the old Rinzburger place
as a memory that comes and goes
in the mind of great-grandma.
Her dementia is getting worse.

Her only child and his wife, 
the last of the Rinzburgers,
have five grown daughters. 
Sixteen grands smile, recalling
Gram's special Christmas feasts.
	
Like the old family mill	
grandma is one of a kind;
she was driven by the wind
to serve her family and friends
especially during the holidays.

This Christmas may be their last 
Grandma has come as a guest.
Someone brought fried chicken,		
deep-fried from  KFC, with lots of
biscuits and gravy and sides.

The younger male cousins
brought sacks of White Castles,      
and mom picked up a couple of
salads from Kroger-deli
and Haagen-Dazs for dessert.

The winds of Christmas blow,
winds of the past, winds of the almost gone,
winds of the present, and future winds.
Will the Rinzburger fortune be lost;
will the family will drift apart?

Grandpa died last Christmas season
and the old windmill may succumb
but both memories will survive
being torn down, demolished.
Thoughtfully, a grandson asked:

"Why just tear it down? 
It would make a fantastic museum?
Folks could visit and learn so much
about their ancestors' way of life.
And another spoke up:

"We could remodel or modernize it.
Maybe build an addition with electric
power.  We could provide 
jobs for people at a new plant.
Still another grandchild said:

"My vote is to sell it, and donate the funds
to support medical research on
Alzheimer's.  Grandaddy 
would have done that for Gram."
Then Gram herself waved a fragile hand.

In one of her more lucid moments
she commended all their ideas
"The Rinzburger name may die
but your Grandpa's spirit lives strong."
He would be proud of all of you.


Two years down the road, Rinzburgers gather;
Gran left them on last Christmas Day.
Building and hiring for a new mill  - well-underway. 
The windmill stands in front - a museum.
AFA is slated to receive a generous yearly check
from the Rinzburger Winds of Christmas Fund.











Details | I do not know? | |

For Jeramiah Jay Cook

Late at night, my eyes are burning
as I try not to cry.
I hold my breath and wonder
why you had to die.

I try so hard to fight the tears
as I lay around and dream.
Memories of younger years...
I choke instead of scream.

You battled many problems
and overcame many things...
and you were only a child, 
No, an angel without wings.

You never had the most attention, 
but you never seemed to complain.
But suddenly everyone’s in tears, 
just whispering your name.

You won't get to live the life
you very much deserved.
No job, no kids, just shattered dreams
because you've left this earth.

You were only sixteen.
Its not right that you're gone. 
Your heart quit beating, 
but didn't quit loving.
Your spirit will live on.

My heavy heart is filled with regret.
I didn't say I love you, or goodbye.
And with memories I'll never forget, 
you taught me how to fly.

Sometimes I wish I could turn back time, 
if only for a day.
After all, God answers prayers, 
but this one is thrown away.

My vision is blurred with tears, 
I miss you so bad. 
But I close my eyes and see you clear
and don't feel quite as sad.

Pretty soon I'll be grown up
but you'll still be sixteen.
but like you said, 
God has a plan, 
and in the end I'll see.




*Note*
Jeramiah Jay Cook, my cousin, "buba" and friend passed away Christmas of 2004 at a party. 
Rumors fly about what it really was. Alcohol, pills.. it had only been 2 months since his own 
mothers death (mine had died in 96') and so he got his Christmas wish.. to spend it with his 
Mom. He has been having a really hard time with with substance abuse, but it was far from 
what I expected when my Aunt called Christmas morning.. Someone I had always looked up 
to, and grown up with.


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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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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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Christmas Eve

It's time to celebrate because it's Christmas Eve.
But Christmas isn't about the gifts that we receive.
It's about the love that we carry in our hearts.
The love that we have for each other is like a priceless work of art.
Even if you don't get good gifts, the love you share with your loved ones is the greatest gift of all.
Let them know how much they mean to you and this Christmas you'll have a ball.


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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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the nght before christmas

T' was the night before Christmas
At a house made of stone
There lived an old man By himself all alone
My sleigh stopped on the roof
With my presents to give
For the owner of this house
It's were this man do live
 But when I did go there
What a strange sight did I see
No fairy lights no baubles
 Not even a tree
  No pictures of family Hung on the wail
Just medals and such like Was all I could see
  An old soldier was sleeping Curled up on the floor
 No bed no mattress As he slept by the door
  Then I remembered the families
That I went to that night
Owed all of their freedom
 From young men who were Willing to fight
  Quite soon the whole world
When children would play
And parents soon celebrate a new Christmas day
  And I started to wonder How many young men
Far away from their home In a far distant land
 How many felt that they were alone
 That terrible thought Invoked me to cry
 And I fell on my two knees And started to pray
  For I have no family No children no wife
 But I do thank my lord For saving my life
This old man awakened And I heard his sweet voice
 Say a prayer for me Santa But this was my choice
 For I have fought for freedom
 And I cannot ask for more
My god is my whole life And my freedom is for  sure
 Then the soldier looked up at me
 it's Christmas tomorrow that's true
 On your way Santa you have so much to do
 I looked at my watch And I knew he was right
 "merry Christmas my friend And to you a good night "
Eros   


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Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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CHRISTMAS

CHRISTMAS

What is Christmas about anyway?
What does it all mean this happy holiday?
Some guy up North is laughing at us,
Ho Ho Ho!
Oh by jingle, bring out old Chris Kringle,
To light up every lawn on the block.
Put aside those Christmas blues,
Instead lets decorate,
 Keeping our spirits lite,
With decorations delights.
Don't you remember cold winter
Nights?
Hanging a hundred strains, of
Decorative multicolored lights.
After all your hard work,
One bulb, just flickers,
Then without warning,
It goes out completely.
Deck those halls, drag out the,
Holly, put up the mistletoe by golly.
Let us welcoming a new tradition,
Started by the baby boom generation.
Black Friday's shopping extravaganza,
 Which begins at the crack of dawn.
Brave souls camping out, huddled together,
Just to save a dollar.
Frozen gnomes, with coffee cups held tightly,
Standing in a everlasting line,
Patiently, waiting for the doors to finally open.
After arriving home, grateful it's all over.
Then realizing it's time, to do all the
 Joyous wrapping.
 So open the eggnog, pour me a glass,
I'll drink it down in celebrations repast.
Bring on the turkey with sides galore,
Shall we not feast until theirs no room for more.
But really to me it's all about a time long ago,
In a manger far away, beneath a shinning star,
Here a tiny baby was born,
And he smiled at mankind's world.
Family, loved ones gathered near,
Hearts in hand.
 Embracing each other with happiness,
Love and good cheer.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Tradition

			

This year we pooled our money to give to a needy cause.
So we’re not expecting much on Christmas Day from Santa Claus.

Of course the children all will find their hearts’ desires beneath the tree.
They are too young to know the thrill of giving to a charity.

So we’re breaking with tradition in limiting our spending spree
On lavish gifts for one another. What a big change that will be.

But there is one last tradition that we follow slavishly.
We celebrate all family birthdays to the very nth degree.

When we wake on birthday morning we know the whole day will be ours.
From the youngest to the eldest, this day brings us super powers

And so much love and true devotion that we’re treated like a queen
Or a king as gender dictates, but you all know what I mean.

From one year to over ninety, there’s a party every year.
We are showered with gifts and honor from the folks we hold most dear.

We will gather Christmas morning just the same as every year
As we watch the children open gifts, with happiness and cheer.

But we know we’ll be remembered when our birthday comes around
When everyone will gather with the best gift to be found.

Gifts and love and honor, enough cake to make us groan,
We look forward to our birthdays with a party of our own.

 
Written for Paula’s “Tradition” contest  won 9th place



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Widow's First Christmas

Turkey's done
dressin'  turned out  fine
gotta stop thinkin'
gonna loose my mind.

     Presents neath the tree
     that boy is one big smile.
     Ain't gonna start cryin
     hold on for awhile.

          God I miss you honey
          each and every day.
          Christimas time don't make no sense
          since you gone to stay.

               Sure miss you carvin'    
               that laughter filled with glee.
               Can't get no Christmas spirit
               when you ain't with me.

May the Lord bless you
keep you safe and sound
We just havin' Christmas
done here on the ground.
   
     Happy Birthday Jesus
     take care o' my ol' man
     and we'll be doin'  your party
     just the best we can.

          Merry Christmas darlin'
          where ever you may be ....
           "Whatcha got there boy?
            A present for me ......  "


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No Lord not again

I cannot believe what I see before my eyes,
speechless as I read...

too familiar is this scene,
repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time...

I once was near when the unthinkable happened,
Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime.

I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over 
the media; what a circus, as stories began to break...

I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished
'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?"

trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again...
a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing.

Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will,
surrender to his Grace and Mercy, 

My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine....
we thought you were the last.

As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act .

One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright...
She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve.

Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?"
It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan.

But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough...

to fall to their knees and ask "God Please"
enter my life tonight.... 

Let an awakening occur...one united universal voice ring out.
No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests...

To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..


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A saddened christmas

Wake in the morning
running down the stairs to see
Heart sinks to the ground
father is not here today
my family is not complete


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Once Upon a Christmas 1954 Part 3

.           Oh – the glorious things we saw – shelves full of toys and household goods, glass 
counters with hundreds of bottles of perfume and cologne, shaving gear, tropical birds and 
fish and mountains and mountains of candy.  What to do – what to buy?

	We scurried from one counter to the next, overwhelmed with the endless things to 
choose from as we stammered and stuttered like a couple of idiots.  Finally, we decided on a 
bottle of ‘Lily of the Valley’ perfume and a pair of gloves for mom and ‘Old spice’ cologne and 
gloves for dad.

	We then separated to buy presents for each other agreeing to meet at the soda 
fountain afterwards where we decided it was only fitting we should have a banana split and a 
Coke to celebrate the occasion.  

	As we sat three with our lips covered in butterscotch and ice cream, the gravity of 
the situation began to sink in.  We had spent our entire savings and with that realization, we 
licked our lips and decided the bicycles would have to wait another year.

	Finally – it was Christmas Eve and we put the presents under the tree and hung 
our stockings at the foot of the bed.  In a few hours, those stockings would be filled with 
barley toys, ribbon candy and chocolates.  I could hardly wait!   As mom tucked us into bed, 
I looked out the window and saw it was snowing again.  It snowed all through the night as I 
lay in my cozy bed dreaming of that glorious bicycle again. 

                                                              ---

	Christmas morning we awoke to the sound of the radio; home for Christmas after 
a long stay at the pawn shop as ‘Joy to the World’ rang over her airwaves.

	We dashed to the living room where mom and dad stood beside two bicycles with 
gleaming chrome and multi-colored streamers; not the ones from the store window, but the 
most beautiful bicycles I have ever seen; a red one for me and a blue one for my brother.

	There I stood, my heart overflowing with joy and love as I remembered my 
mother’s blood stained hands and my father’s blue and red stained hands - these hands of 
love that changed two second-hand bicycles into the greatest gift I have ever known and 
taught me the true meaning of Christmas.


•	May the love from that Christmas of 1954 find you and fill your heart with joy.

                                                        Merry Christmas
                                                         To you and yours

	                                               Lainie


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Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.


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Dear Sarah and Samantha

Dear Sarah and Samantha, 


It’s been a while I know * since I happened by your house in the Christmas snow.

I used to drop off presents on wintry Christmas Eve, * scoff a sherry and mince pie then 
hurriedly we’d leave. * We wouldn’t want to get espied by chigglers such as you * and any 
way the night was long with lots of work to do. * How I miss those mince pies from you guys 
and gals, * and carrots for Old Rudolph and all his reindeer pals.

But children do get older and sometimes even doubt * Santa Claus’ existence. “There’s no 
such thing” they’ll shout; *  and in truth I do confess to you assistance I enlist * from miles 
and miles of mums and dads to purchase all your gifts. *

But all I wished to say to you now that you are grown * is I’d be glad to help you when 
you’ve chigglers of your own.

Feel free to write on their behalf, Sarah and Samantha. * I’m always here to give my help. 

Merry Christmas, 


Santa.


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romantic christmas

christmas is about sharing,giving, and happiness,
but it also about relationships,
and love!

I can\'t wait to spend Christmas with you,
dancing all night,
and when out side alone with ur hands wraped around mine,
we will kiss, the snow will start to fall, 
and you will look in my eyes and say \' i love you\' .    

Like i said,  Christmas is a time for caring, sharing and joy 
But Christmas is also a time for relationships and love, even if you spend it with 
just your friend!


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BRINGING A FAMILY TOGETHER

When their very young dad went to jail,
they surely lived in a realistic Hell...
I would hear the youngest one cry over an article she read.
Who had taken her daddy away was too cruel;
nothing they said would make her understand,
why didn't the harsh judge break some rule?


The judge's sentence was based on actual fact,
no pleads from the children softened her hard heart as she read the sentence,
" He committed this crime to feed his family so ashamed of his act,
and even dragged his younger brother along to help him steal by cutting fences. "
Then she made an eye-opening statement, " I must abide by the Law,
I am a judge of justice and fairness...not much I can do in this case;
let him behave and his sentence will be reduced in ten years. "
Everyone in the courtroom started to sob...tears began to flow.


I visited them often, and they seemed different people who couldn't admit
what he did was wrong, assuming he was innocent;
their smiles became cheerless, their words loveless:
a part of them was taken away, lost to hopelessness...
the younger daughter locked herself into her room, 
refused to talk to anyone and building that wall deepened her gloom.


Even this year they will not celebrate Christmas with the old thrill,
shopping for presents in crowded malls has lost that excited will,
not even the merriest Santa can make them smile with a jingle bell;
and he must think that they are strange kids who don't love the Holidays, 
perhaps reading them the Nativity Story will change their moody ways...
and to bring this family together will take patience and lots of prayers.


How would I ask Jesus, the new-born, who would love to see these kids at midnight?
They must show love to make this miracle happen on Christmas Eve; it has to start
with a heartfelt wish and deep faith, then the Heavens will suddenly open up...
as angels will descend to sing the hymn they sang before they desperately wept. 
 


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Christmas, and once again

It all began when I was four, a man of gifts was introduced into my knowledge
O' the joy that I felt, for if I but behaved a list of gifts this man would give me
And so I was on my best only to be disappointed for nothing ever did I see
My family gathered and all of my siblings ran into what the man who brought for them

Year after year I waited, waited with tears of the unknown 
My voice grew into my own personal recorder
I repeated time after time the same lines of regret and broken hope
Yet I held on to the belief that one day the man with a big beard would bring me a gift

All I wanted to was to sit around a tree in christmas time and hold my loved ones
Alone I have spent this holiday after all these years alone I spend it still
Was family not made for me? Was love not meant to wipe my tears
Why am I to my shadow? Am I to dwell until death takes me yet alone

Where is the spirit that touches the soul of christmas
Am I too alone that my christmas has gone away from me too
This eve again I shall weep in the memory that haunts my heart
Farewell world, let me sob that tomorrow christmas too shall be at my minds depth


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A Soldiers Letter Home

A Soldier’s Letter Home

I can’t believe it is that time of year
I haven’t yet gotten that old Christmas Cheer
What with you back at home and me over here
I love you and miss you my dear

And even though I’m near the place of His birth
I hear no “Merry Christmas”; see no Christmas mirth
And Lord knows from here I see no Peace on Earth
I love you and miss you my dear

But we’ve put up a tree – looks like Charlie Brown’s
And we’ve hung on its branches gold-colored spent rounds
And when the wind blows those tinkle bells sound
I love you and miss you my dear

I miss the kids more and more every day
And you know I would be there if there was any way
Tell them I miss them and ask them to pray
I love you and miss you my dear

Now give the kids kisses and say “Daddy loves you”
And I’ll hurry home once my tour here is through
So I can give kisses and hugs to you too
I love you and miss you my dear

Well the Captain is calling, the fighting’s begun
I’ve put on my helmet, my vest; grabbed my gun
Say a prayer for me dear but now I’ve got to run
I love you and miss you my dear


Mdailey


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On Christmas Eve

Silence occupied the room for so long
No signs of visitor to step on coming
Trying to entertain himself in craving
Of bygones and the future just like a throng

Shebang of party for a corporation
Another shanty is built for the hapless and poor
To prance inside malls to buy gifts and liquors
Some lull their little ones and enjoy the sound of the nearby occasion

Where some folks went house to house to do caroling
Street children do their own charm to get the pay of their talents
As the street they considered as their home from abandonment
A strain to other’s eyes but to God’s eyes they are for caring

Some are excited to receive new things from exchange gifts
While others, jazz up old belongings to make it look like new
A mother holding her baby in her arms was cooing softly, while lying askew
In the muteness of the night, both fallen asleep and had gone adrift

Into a socialite community a lavish buffet, at which guests help themselves
In the remote areas scarcity in food, at which family members do share equally
With their flickering gas lamp, spend the night hanging around the house lackadaisically
While others are enjoying the spectacle of the brightness of Christmas tree at twelve

The whole night of Christmas Eve was splendid to view
Alive and zest for a family with wealth
The whole night of Christmas Eve, that has dwelt
For the poor is a house frame suffused with cold dew

A portrait of the Holy Family on the first Christmas Eve
Within that stable, baby Jesus was lying in a manger
A message of love, joy and peace be extended to every stranger
On Christmas Eve, Jesus will visit every home and this is to believe


Posted in Voicesnet.com
23 December 2009


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New July Holiday

Warmth that flows within the seasons cheer,
To have peace on earth proclaimed again,
A giving time for all women and men,
To be able to see the children faces clear.

Smelling the pine that frames Christmas time,
Gloriously celebrating his birth so sincere,
Christmas in July comes but once a year.
Guiding happiness in this season’s prime.

Serving picnic cuisine with prayers enriched.
Family time together bringing love to all,
Dreaming of Christmas in July breaks a wall.
Bringing memories of an episode of Bewitched.


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Reflected Tears

The child is gone.
The tree is here.
The village windows lit.
Laughter’s left. Joy’s remiss.
Mistletoe brings no kiss.

A sad sight, alone at night,
not one to bring true cheer.

The child is gone.
The Christmas tree is here.
The village’s windows lit.
Beneath the tree the gifts are wrapped
mere tokens, reflect the tears.

The child within, the child without.
The scarcity is clear.
No amount of Christmas lights can quell
the loneliness I feel.


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Our Christmas Tree

Our Christmas tree


After we were married and Christmas would come near,
  We would go buy a tree and my wife would dress it with care. 
All through the holidays it stood straight and tall,
  After the holidays I would drag it out through the hall.
I would drag it through the hall and down the stairs,
  Balls and lights breaking all the way, but who cares.
My wife would ask, are you crazy,
  I would say no this way was easy and I was just lazy.
Year after year buying a new tree, new lights and balls,
   End of the season and there I go dragging the tree through the halls.
When we moved to our own home we had a tree for Christmas day,
  End of the season I opened the door and out went the tree the same old way.
My wife and daughters said I was crazy and no more,
  No more will a tree go out the door.
The next year there was a fake tree on Christmas day,
  After the season they told me to keep away.
The family would say how crazy and about the extra money,
  My only thought that it was funny.
So every Christmas stands a fake tree,
  No more trees out the door by me.  


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A Christmas Poem (For Lyn, et al)

...Have occasioned
I think to have been decor-
rating The Tree, it's 
 
piney quills & tines   
dressing in glassy festoons
weightless baubles of 
 
tins-led Christmas-candy
colors, like porcelain 
fragile-fine, hooked canes
 
& dangled barber-pole-paean
peppermint-stick Memories
of savored hangon 
 
trinkets & heirlooms
looming like a twinkling 
tapestry 'round 
 
wreaths of snowy popped-corn
dangling - "No, darlings, that's not 
for eating..."  Yes, I 
 
have occasioned the 
rows of bubbling light-tubes 
like glowing chains of 
 
warm caterpillars 
inching-on toward the Manger's 
Star of a chrysalis 
 
Christmas Joy to Light-
Up the World!  Oh Yes, I have 
occasioned The Tree 
 
Breathing in Ecstasy...
And the Wonder, of this from
a Guy whose Imprimatur 
 
might have been
"Tannenbaum!"
 
                         H.e.m.
                         12.8.MMvi.  
                         Noel. 


"And so, as Tiny Tim observed, G-D bless Us, Every One!" 
(" A Christmas Carol").  And...

A "...Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!" 
(Clement Clarke Moore, "Twas The Night Before Christmas").
 
Amen.

 


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Old Saint Nick

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 Her papa was a little out of sort as he strung the Christmas lights
 Her mama was slightly tore up as she hung the cardboard reindeer just right
 Grandma was real sick and it was starting to show
 Their old "hand-me-down" house was drafty and cold

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 For years they had all avoided this place
 Yet a tear stung her eye as forgiving smiles spread across their eager faces
 Christ was born upon this day for a reason
 Come as you are being the ultimate season

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 She cares not for eggnog and mistle toe
 All she asks is that the love may show
 For Christ lives on in our open hearts 
 Let this day mend where we have drifted apart

 In her dreams she is visited by old Saint Nick
 He is here to tell her the miraculous story of Christ
 The Star of David was the angel upon the tree of life

 She awakes from her dream and runs to sit beside the tree
 Her eyes gleam and this is all she can see
 Old Saint Nick has spread the story of Christ
 She smiles as as Christmas light shines on the tree of life


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Christmas

Very wonderful winter season, pretty lights and decorations everywhere you go.

A time to spend with the ones you love, to create great memories.

Giving presents to those you love, and receiving presents from those who love you.

Beautiful decorated Christmas cookies and desserts that look good to eat.

Lovely decorated pine trees with many nice ornaments and bright lights.

Remember the birth of our savior Jesus the reason of the Christmas season. 


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A Christmas Tale

A CHRISTMAS TALE


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Leggy Bird and a Vintage Wine

What i love
About Christmas time
Is a leggy bird
And a vintage wine

With succulent breasts
And a figure so tanned
When i wash my hands
She'll soon be manned

She's the type of bird
Who leaves me well fed
With a glass of wine
I'm ready for bed

But this little bird
Can sure last longer
For she double serves
And my hungry heart grows fonder

At my table she sits
In anticipation
As my hands delight
She has my admiration

This delicious bird on Christmas Day
Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say
And just before we sit down to eat
We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat



My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


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Memories Of Christmas

Memories of Christmas through the years,
Have brought lots of laughter and many tears.
Memories of those who have gone on home,
Sometimes leave us sad and alone.
The good times that were had by all,
Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, their happy faces I recall!
The gifts that were given, the fellowship we shared,
The love we all had, showed each other we cared.
The trees were so pretty, the food, oh so good,
Sometimes we would go caroling in the neighborhood.
We would exchange gifts by drawing names,
Some would get clothes, others might get games.
The homes would be decorated with ornaments and lights,
And we would all feast on the many delights!
There would be cakes, cookies, sandwiches, pies, and punch,
Some might eat a lot, others would just munch.
Before you knew it the night would be gone,
And the wait for next year would seem so very long!
But Christmas means more than just these things,
As we remember the birth of the Christ child and the salvation He brings!
He came into this world in a meek and lowly way,
Born of a virgin and in a manger lay.
The Shephards were frightened as the angels came to say,
The great news of His birth on this special day!
Born in Bethlehem, God's only son,
Savior from our sins, He is the only one!
So as I remember the Christmas's of old,
The greatest of all, was the one the prophets foretold!


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What If Christmas Disappeared


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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Christmas - A Time to reflect

It's a wonderful time for reflection, have we done what we wanted to do?
You know all the resolutions we made, did we make them all come true?
Did we spend more time with family? Did our kids take pride of place?
Did we love our partners a little more, did we put a smile on our face?
Did our friends know their true worth? Did we let them know we care?
Did we say to them without the words, you know I'm always there?
Yes, it's Christmas time again and with the champagne and the beer
Surrounded by the ones we love we can reflect upon the year
We can laugh and we can capture all the memories we want to store
And we can be thankful for family and friends that we have another year to make more
So during this Christmas break, we thank you for being there.
And we hope and wish in 2010 there will be more fun times to share.
Copyright. Written By Sarndra Schoenmaker 5/12/07


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Christmas Future


My little ones are now grown men
with wives and children of their own
my Christmas joy is grandchildren
these loving feelings are well known.

The year is twenty-forty three
I can’t believe how time has flown!
I’m grateful to be seventy
with family blessed, never alone. 

Christmas blew in with steady speed
another year has come and gone
Stockings are hung, carols I lead, 
Still get a thrill with waking dawn.

The Christmas magic has remained
passed down from generations old
heartfelt traditions never waned -
of cherished faith and stories told!

My husband now plays Santa Claus,
the role delights with children’s smiles. 
He’s softened nicely for the cause 
becoming sweetly versatile!

And after all the years we’ve shared
each Christmas holds dear memories
With age and wisdom, we’re aware 
of blessings found in family -
So grateful for God’s gifts, are we!   

For Kelly's Christmas Past, Present or Future Contest, 12/11/14 


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To My New Family

I am celebrating this Christmas
A new family ive come to know
They are a blessing from God above,
That found me here below.
I am humbled by their kindness
They accept me as i am
They never treat me unfairly
And bestow kind words when they can
They read the words ive written 
Pulled from my mental goop
So i wish you Merry Christmas
My family on Poetry Soup.


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The Dark Days of Christmas

2011 and Christmas isn't the same,
The silence and make belief joy
sends auspicious feelings far and nigh,
Revellers go through the emotions
just to avoid falling apart,
As news mongers spread doom and gloom,
Heralding the closing of schools,

The holidays have been reduced
to fear, angst and downsizing,
The dark days of Christmas has
everyone surmizing,

Spreading good wishes and cheer
may warm hearts everywhere,
The sentiments can bring hope,
to individuals who are unable
to cope,

Positive words and feelings 
last beyond Christmas Day,
They can give hope and faith
all throughout the year.


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fantasy

It annoys me
Thinking
Crying
I hate you
I don't like that gift
Take it back
You know what he wants
But you don't know I i want
You spend all your money on him
And spend only ten bucks on me
I gave up on Christmas
Because Santa wasn't real
We look up to him like a god
And that I don't accept
I don't believe in religion
Or in creations of Disney
I do not believe that Santa will show up
I don't believe god will show up
All these stories told by mankind
Are fake.
That's the end of Christmas
How about we live in real life
Instead of living in a fantasy


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We The Thankful 2K12

Have we someone to be thankful for?
Yes! It's we your children which are thankful,
For their Mother who's given much, yet more.
We hope these holidays find you peaceful
Upon Christmas Eve as Christmas Day nears;
We wish Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's!


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MERRY CHRISTMAS WISHES

There is hope in wishes;
Blessings in hoping,
true value in being a blessing,
secured with each prayer,
answers waiting for every tear.
merry humility shown with a smile,
holiday greetings for every child.
days of celebrating,
good news of untold sharing.
gift of each other's presence,
worthy presents to be presented to each other.
with a warm glow deep inside;
tears of joy every time you are happy,
new Christmas meaning no one can hide from.
merry jingle under the mistletoe,
for every tingle that you should know.
sentimental feeling when you hear,
rocking bells around the Christmas tree.
never ending carolings just for you,
gifts and stuffings opened just by you.
watching hearts melt as snow does, too.
Just for you............


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Lets Share The Gift of Christmas (Repost)

(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love)

The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree--
I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true,
In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above
I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, 
I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need

Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises
Saintly men and women, as even the angels do…
Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too --
While praying and joyfully praising GOD
As He allows us to freely do ~

The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you
May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~
Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day  
For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~
Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…


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Christmas Today

Another holiday season will come and go away
Another Christmas will find me far far away
Why do I never find the time, just once a year
To be with my family and share that Christmas cheer
Why can't my heart let me be near
All those who only love me so dear

Christmas today is cold and lonely
But I made it so for me only
Invitations I declined
Never having time
Just not in the mood
For holiday treats and food
Christmas today is quiet and snowy
I hid away where nobody would know me
What am I doing? Who have I become?
The mirror reflects Old Scrooge, selfish one

Christmas today is clean and lazy
No pleasantries to fake no emotions gone crazy
No hustle no bustle no disappointment or fuss
Christmas today is being spent with a cat named Russ
What am I doing? It's Christmas
It's not for me but for all of us
Into the car packed like Santa's sleigh
Nothing can keep me away
My family and my friends
Who love me just as I am
I am happy to spend
My wonderful crude crazy holidays
At home sweet home Christmas today



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Going, Going, Gone

It's Christmas Eve; we're all at home,
While you're in bed you're not alone,
And though we're here and not with you,
We've thought decisions ten times through.

The phone line rings, we get the news,
Oceans away you're close to lose.
7:56, our watches say,
You may not live another day.

So now we cry and soothe and pack,
And Christmas colours all turn black.
We know we cannot find a flight,
So now we're staying up all night.

I write this verse as others cry,
And though I can't, I say goodbye.
Take shallow breaths until the dawn,
Going, going, going,
Gone.


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Whiskey Christmas

It was Christmas Eve; I was a prisoner of my own divide.
Lost in mind, clad in drunken sadness, caged up inside.
Alone and forlorn my thoughts laden with whiskey lies,
Memories seem so distant, only a week since goodbyes.
Christmas tree glistening, blurry in my vision of tears,
Flashing lights bright, neighbors Christmas party cheers.
No presents or joy in this household upon this night.
Sorrows, misguided gulps of liquor, cloud my sight.
Heartbroken, gloomy devouring the demon filled drink.
No more, no less, my eyes roamed over as I did think.
Hopelessly lost in a whirlwind of memories of no more,
No more, love by a lover, no daughter to teach the score.
Left me in a house, no longer our home that we shared,
Only I and this half-empty bottle, feeling impaired.
She left me, taking my child a thousand miles away.
While here in this house of torture, me and myself stay.
Every corner a recollection blinks by crystalline light.
Splintered and speckled by the twinkling star so bright.
Atop the now barren tree which had shined with joys.
Years before cluttered with wrappers, boxes and toys 
I slam a big gulp down my throat, since this was my first.
Night of my debut to the evil of whiskey blinding thirst,
Never before had drunkenness been a quest or even a try,
This night she devoured my soul, not wanting ever to cry.
Intoxication was a desire, though not ever beyond joy.
My virgin body of drink has choked me unable to deploy.
Sour mash tears wash down my face, wiping my eyes.
I hear my built up agony; pour out in inhuman cries.

User Name  Cecil Hickman

Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ 
Contest Name Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever 


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CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS



CHRISTMAS STOCKINGS

Christmas stockings hung neatly in a row
The fire is casting a warm, cheery glow
The tree has now been trimmed to  perfection
I sit here relaxed in great reflection

The number of stockings has grown o'er the years
Children and grandchildren added with joyful tears
No longer do they just read Dad and Mom
There's Rachel, Christy, Ginger, and Jon

There's Dwayne and Rob, Jason and Carra
Stephen, Corinne, Liam and Lanna
And then there's Aiden, but he's not the last
'Cause Carra's tummy is expanding real fast

Stockings for the pets are included in it all
They've been part of the family since they were small
But the most important stocking that you will see
Is for Baby Jesus – it's hung on the tree

It's there to remind us of His fateful plight
Death on a cross – He died without fight
 His stocking is empty – as is His grave
Because it is we He died to save

So when you hang all your stockings, include Him
Then Christmas will be more joyful, and never grim
And we'll be ever mindful that Jesus is the reason
That we thankfully celebrate each Christmas season


	Curtis Moorman
	5 November 2011


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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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Grandma Got Run Over

Grandma Got Run Over
You all know the song but do you know the true story behind the song?

Grandma got run over by my Grandpa
But he blamed it all on Santa Claus
I asked why he would ever lie to Grandma
He just looked at me and then he said “because
Grandma won’t remember just what hit her
She’ll believe ‘bout anything we say
So rather than her doghouse for a life time
We’ll say it was eight reindeer and a sleigh
We’ll even write a little song about it
She’ll be proud to be a part of history
So when she wakes up you be sure to tell her
It was reindeer and don’t ever mention me”

So there you have the truth behind the story
About the time that Grandma got run down
She looks at me and Grandpa when she hears it
Grandpa smiles but he and I still hold our ground

Mdailey	


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a christmas remembered

A Christmas Remembered 

Day before Christmas it was cold and we walked down 
to the harbour to buy a tree and I remember the sea 
that slapped against the dock was apple green and foamy. 
Mother bought a tree, for next to nothing, since its top 
was broken and it looked like a rejected child that waited 
for a car to come pick it up and bring it to the orphanage 
 By putting the tree on top of the dinner table and a star 
and a bit of glitter it looked nice in a child’s eye. 

Mother was angry we didn’t know way, and went to bed.
We children sat on the floor and ate lukewarm rice pudding 
and there was nothing under the tree. Mother got up told 
us to dress and we walked to my uncle’s house. At first he 
didn’t want to let her in, but when he saw us children he 
opened the door.  We had plenty to eat although my aunt 
had a sour mien. But happy we walked home and thought 
we had had a splendid Christmas.  


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What would you like for Christmas

"What would you like for Christmas?" he'd asked
But I couldn't tell him "A good nights sleep,
A bit of help around the house,
Maybe putting your dirty washing in the bin."
That would imply resentment was running deep,
And I'm not resentful, I'm really not.

But with washing and cleaning and feeding the kids
Ferrying to nursery, swimming, dancing,
Shopping and cooking and a part-time job,
I am so exhausted, I just can't think.

And then there's Christmas itself;
The cards to buy and write and post,
The presents to wrap and hide from the kids,
The food to plan and cook
Incorporating of course everyone's dietary needs.
I love Christmas , I realy do. I'm just so tired.

So I reply, "Just some perfume would be nice,
What would you like love?".
"A good nights sleep would be great!" he replies.


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REMEMBERING

JUST REMEMBERING by Donna November 15, 2014
Taking a day just for me,
one that is hassle free,
watching movies on TV
Holiday themes all day long
remind me of times now gone...
Xmas morning-awake at dawn !
Jumping from my bed to see
what was left beneath the tree...
my childhood days-so carefree !
Later little ones came my way...
traditions kept from my day...
watching my own children play !
Then they grew and grandkids came...
tried to keep things the same...
at least, that was my aim !
The "grands" now too are grown...
some with babies of their own !
Tho I've aged, I'm not alone !


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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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The Perfect Gift

Nine months is not very long...although
it seems forever, since you've been gone.

I still remember that knock at the door, two
strangers, I recognized, by the uniforms they wore.

Disbelief in the words, I heard them say...killed in
action, on Christmas Day.

When you left me, for a land far away...I ask Jesus
to keep you safe.

I have been so alone, with just my memories of you,
but today your Christmas Present arrived, and he is
so cute.

He came into this world, giving me back my life,
someone I can hold , all through the night.

Merry Christmas, my sweet soldier...the words 
I never got to say, you gave me a gift so perfect,
in every way.

Even though you are not here, to hold your son,
I promise, he will always know his father, and the 
good you have done.

We will decorate our tree in Red- White- and Blue...
"This year, and always, in remembrance of you."

Merry Christmas from us both, your wife, and baby son,
we will all be together one day....when our work is done.


"Please, pray for our soldiers."




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Great Love

How can Jesus love me so
A love with no end
Deeply rooted and grounded
Never bending with the wind.

Greater love has never been
Than the love Jesus shows
Love forgiving you and me
And great meekness He bestows.

Love extended to each and all
Whether strong or very weak
Even great, or even small
His love, you can always seek.

Jesus love will never fail
It is patient and very kind
Enduring and long suffering
and abideth all the time.


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An Inverness Merry Christmas

Hey all you poets its Christmas time again
Thoughts of writes oozing from your pens
Do you know what form you'll write
Leading up to Christmas night
I look forward to reading them, time and time again


    Chorus:
    So here it is Merry Christmas
    All us poets having fun
    Writing forms of poetry
    As our thoughts flow and run


As we wait for Christmas eve to arrive
Kids at this time of year are so alive
As they look forward to Christmas morning
In their stocking, presents are adorning
Oh to see their faces on Christmas day


    Chorus:
    So here it is Merry Christmas
    All us poets having fun
    Writing forms of poetry
    As our thoughts flow and run


What will your family do
When they see your poetry books on the shelves
Delivered to the bookshops, by Santa's little elves
Ah ah


Will you be writing any poems for Christmas day
Words in rhyme as you watch your children play
Looking forward to Christmas dinner
Not many of us will be any thinner
Merry Christmas to you is all i say


    Chorus:
    So here it is Merry Christmas
    All us poets having fun
    Writing forms of poetry
    As our thoughts flow and run



My entry into Deborah Guzzi's " Holiday Songs in Poem Form " contest

Please sing to " Merry Christmas Everybody " by Slade

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OAUs0rcsA4




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-3.php


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Christmas Wish

Dear Santa,
I pray upon a start tonight. To help my family survive the fight. It has been a hard year for many with the economy down and no work in sight. This Christmas is going to be hard for sure. There’s neither a tree nor presents this year. I know Christmas isn’t about gifts. I know it is about family and friends. Try to tell that to a little boy. Who believes you will deliver some toys. I hope you get this prayer in time before Christmas has arrived.


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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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Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas

Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas? Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


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Christmas In The South

Christmas carol singing. Jingle bells ringing.
Here in the "South" that is our upbringing.....
       From gathered together in cold weather in front of a neighbors yard;
to parents stopping traffic so kids could sleigh ride down the ice covered boulevard.
       This is a jolly of a rhyme because it's Christmas time.
 
       Around the first week in December,
the excitement would build amongst each family member.
       We would rally together as a family;
Nothing more exciting to me than picking out the fatest Christmas tree.
       Every house from miles around would compete.
Who had the most colorful, prettiest Christmas tree on their street.
       Our neighborhood had decorations only for the elite.
Christmas decorating should be a pro sport, and families are the athletes!
 
       Christmas carol singing. Jingle-bells ringing.
Here in the "South" that is our upbringing.....
       On those dark cold days, and colder nights.
Families would still travel to see every house and their colorful lights.
       If it begin to snow, it did not bother us.
For with those flurries came a white Christmas!
 
 
Note: My friend encouraged me to enter this contest "Christmas in your town"...I actually had 
fun with it.  My favorite time of year...but the saddest time since I've been in here.....


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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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The Greatest Gift

Away in a manger no crib for his bed
Christmas is the greatest story I’ve read

A God for a father it was a virgin that gave birth
To the greatest blessing that ever walked this earth

People from all nations every race and creed
Reflect for a moment on what others may need 

Before I start on the presents or share in the glee
God I humbly thank you for sending your son unto me

I do wish you all a Merry Christmas and I ask you all to pray
Remember the shelters when the giving spirit comes your way

Even the most adamant nonbelievers whether they admit it not
Knows Christmas is the most blessed day that every year has got



I wrote this poem for Brian's Advent
Poetry contest. The Homeless shelters
are always in need of donations this
time of year, Please consider helping
them if you can. God Bless, MJ



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Fundraiser

Fundraiser 

Best Christmas idea fundraiser
Send donation request letters

A festival of trees to raffle
You’ll get more then a tree of raddles

Companies open to donating
Giving them free advertising

Can even decorate their own tree
A Lego Christmas top it can be

Some trees are chains with hanging tools
John Deere knows how to dress one too

Pots and pans ideal for cooking
Hair salons make one appealing

Banks decorate with gift cards
Some are filled with die cast cars

Musical trees make a great gift
Dolls clothes and bikes are a hit

Movie galore, popcorn and more
A chainsaw makes a gift with chores

A pirates tree with chest of games
To a beach tree the whole family gains
							
School supplies make a festive tree
One for animals with doggy treats

Check them all out theres so much to see
At my youtube channel made by me


By Doris Anne Beaulieu


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Christmas Eve

I was excited,Christmas was the next day.
But I guess that's something every kid would say.

But Christmas to me is much more.
As I sit and wait the day before.

I love the sweet aroma in the air.
As I watch as every body smile without a care.

If there's one thing I would say.
It's celebrate all day!


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Modern Family

            Modern Family
        (A Christmas Story)

Little parasites wake up early
To tie me up in knots
They take my shoes that do not fit them
And my wallet too
Finished off my mini-bar and crashed the car
Emptied my bank account
Wished me Merry Christmas
I wish them my open fist when I get loose
They used my favorite twine to tie me up this time
Left the dishes in the sink to do them selves 
The bums are having too much fun to do their chores 
I cannot go to work with naked feet
How could they steal my shoes those little creeps
The one good bit of news is this
The credit cards have all expired
Being poor has some advantages                                                 
My parasites have names
Hooligans, wife and kids
My own personal crime syndicate
I call them friends and family


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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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A Christmas Story

A grin, a smile, so happy to see.
To be with your loved ones, your family. 
All the things,
You think Christmas could be.

But not in this house,
For I am alone,
Just my cat and a mouse,
Make up my little home.

There are those more fortunate,
Than I,
But don't shed a tear,
Don't start to cry.

For this is the life,
I have made for myself.
I have some salt pork,
And some beans on the shelf.

On the really cold nights,
I must look a sight,
I have my space heater,
To make it feel right.

I'll grab my blanket,
And get cozy and warm,
Have to watch my budget,
Save for a storm.

My entertainment,
Is the cat and the mouse,
Scurrying here and there,
All over the house.

A knock at my door,
Is never heard,
Except for the banker,
He is such a nerd.

He wants his money,
I tell him next week,
But that's not good enough,
My land he does seek.

I'll be out by Christmas,
A miracle I need,
But I have a weakness,
To help less fortunate than me.

I have good neighbors,
In this little country town,
For me, help is not an option,
For they never come around.

But this is ok,
For a loner I am,
They don't know what they're missing,
When I get out the spam.

Such a meal it will make,
A special dinner for me,
Maybe for Christmas,
We'll just have to see.

There lives a widow woman,
Not far from my place,
But she wont accept help,
She thinks it's a disgrace.

So when she has,
A few cents to spare,
I'll go down and help her,
Without a care.

But this is not enough,
To save my little house,
I wonder what will happen,
To the cat and the mouse.

I can't take them with me,
I have no place to go,
It is so cold now,
It is starting to snow.

But fear not for me,
Or the cat and the mouse,
For they are best buddies,
And don't need a house.

I'll be alright,
I have it all figured out,
I'll go visit the banker,
And sleep in his HOUSE.

If you made it this far I wish to thank you for reading. This is not my life ..... well some of it 
is .... I do have a cat ..... he's such a mean putty cat ....lol. I wrote this because I was 
reminded of the less fortunate. Don't just think of them at Christmas time, but always. Ken


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Christmas Traditions

Christmas Traditions
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

It was the Day after Thanksgiving and every store in town.
Had planned to opened wide its doors before daylight could be found.
It was an outlandish sight to see people sleep overnight. 
Shoppers camping on sidewalks people waiting in the moonlight.

The Christmas shopping season was formally set in motion!
Hustling, bustling, getting, and grabbing: bikes, pipes, and lotion.
TVs, wreaths, computers, briefs, trees, ties, anything money buys. 
Some starry-eyed children sway singing with Santa beneath skies.

Meanwhile, Jesus Christ, the nativity, and live manger scenes
Attempt to teach people what the Christmas season really means.
A few carolers come singing along their neighborhood streets. 
And the folks that they sing too, with big smiles, surprise them with treats.

A God loving soul amid the clamorous celebrations,
Gathers his family, to make costumes and preparations.
Mary, Joseph, Jesus, shepherds, and the three Kings with gifts, myrrh.
Reverently, they reenact our blessed Savior's Holy birth.

This poem was written for Carolyn Devonshire's Christmas in Your Town contest.
Poetic form:  A narrative written in couplets.


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If There Was NO Christmas


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


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CHRISTMAS TIME

As the wind blows past His window
And the loving sun shines upon His pretty face,
He feels a funny kind of joy
And He knows today is going to be special.

He gets up every morning knowing what the day will bring
He tries to fill His life with happiness,
He lives for the joy He brings
He’s never without a smile.

He is not famous for his work or money He owns
The children of the world knows Him for the joy He brings,
He only comes once a year, He’s never late
He’s not real, but who cares.

He will come every year until the end of time
He will not let us forget
It’s a time for love and sharing 
A time for caring for all.

It’s Christmas Time
We must never forget
What Christmas stands for
We must never forget

The love
The sacrifice
The Father
The Son


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MERRY CHRISTmas POETS

May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
Prosperity
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
Pleasin’
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
Cheer.
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 
INSPIRATION.


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A Poor Family's Christmas

There were no presents wrapped there under the Christmas tree,
No ornaments there hanging, no lights at all to see.
No stockings on the chimney, no Christmas cards received;
It surely was an odd thing that could hardly be believed.
The boy was pretty ragged, the girl looked sickly, too,
And Mom and Dad were shivering with lips there turning blue.
There had been no work for Daddy, and the welfare check was late,
So Christmas for this family seemed such an awful fate.
They knelt there by the bedside and prayed to God above
And thanked Him for the Savior and for His precious love.
They realized His baby was poor when He was born,
And there was just a stable for Him to lay that morn.
So they thanked God in heaven they had a better place
And by faith He had saved them and kept them by His grace.
Then suddenly a motor was heard outside the door,
And Mom and Dad came walking across the barren floor.
They looked out of the window and saw a plain-dressed man,
And wondered how he found them and what must be his plan.
They saw him as he reached there upon the empty seat,
Pulled out some things to bring them, all wrapped so nice and neat.
Some wood for in the fireplace; he started it aglow,
And soon each one was warmer as to it they did go.
He brought a turkey dinner, new clothes for them to wear,
And they stood there in wonder how much someone could care.
“I don’t know why I came here,” he sheepishly explained,
“It seems I was directed to come to your domain.
I had prepared these items for someone in dire need;
It seems that God in heaven was there to guide and lead.
I just got up this morning and said a little prayer
That God would show the people I needed to help there.”
The family thanked the stranger and sent him on his way
With tears and praise to heaven for meeting him that day.
Yes, that is just what Christmas is really all about:
To give without a question and never any doubt.
You will receive a blessing for willing sacrifice,
And God above will bless you with an abundant life.


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snowed in

snowed in to your home cocoa in hand dreams of flurries dancing in your mind perfect time 
to put up decorations and a tree and listen to christmas music and watch the mocie a 
christmas celecrating many a oliday from christmas to kwanza and many more stressing 
people out with the presense of the voice in your head saying to get the perfect gift money 
and greed mean nothing at this time of year its family and friends that matter the most and 
thats all the counts in the eyes of the beholder family is all you need


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A CHRISTMAS WREATH

A holiday tradition hanging from the front door.
Christmas wreath for everyone to see and adore.

All the kids are in their PJ's and getting snug in bed.
While vision of Santa and his sleigh fill their heads.

Our family loves to carol and see all the sights.
We love to wrap gifts on Christmas eve night.

My family has been blessed through out this year.
So this Christmas comes and all my family is here.
                            Teresa Skyles


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MERRY CHRISTmas POETS

May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
Prosperity
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
Pleasin’
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
Cheer.
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 
INSPIRATION.


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this baby

this baby that is born on christmas day
why is he here
why did he live
this baby was born to take our sins
yet we feast and party christmas
we don't bless this child 
we don't care that he is born
we don't care that he died on the cross
we don't understand what he was for
this baby born on christmas day


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The Gift

Gifts that come in boxes all
Wrapped in pretty paper and bows.
Awaiting the dawn of Christmas morn
To be recieved with hearts aglow.

A Gift of that special word that comes from
The heart, telling of the Christmas story.
Mary, Joseph, Shepherds, and Kings afar,
Stars bright, it must be Christmas Eve night.

The Gift, lies in a manger of straw,
The glow that out shines the stable stall.
Angels sing their songs with heavenly bliss,
Jesus, Son of God born for us all.


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My twelve days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                           One Christmas tree.
On the second day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                   Two boxes of Christmas bulbs.
On the third day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                 Three strands of twinkeling lights.
On the fourth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                        Four rolls of garland. 
On the fifth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                           Five silver stars.
On the sixth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                         Six cups of eggnog.
On the seventh day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                     Seven slices of fruit cake.
On the eighth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                           Eight jolly santa's.
On the nineth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                        Nine pieces of mistelto.
On the tenth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                     Ten commandments of God.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                        Eleven Christmas songs.
On the twelvth day of Christmas my family gave to me.
                        Twelve family members.
                                    Teresa Skyles/Theoklapoet


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Once Upon A Christmas

I stand at the window and watch the snow fall 
It's been two hours since Billy left 
The wind has built, a blizzard set in 
And I can't put my mind at rest. 

The snow has drifted blocking the road he took 
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed 
And hay for the baby calves to bed. 
"I'll be all right," he said. 

There is no school it is Christmas vacation 
The radio predicted conditions to worsen. 
With his family save and warm 
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm. 

TV and presents keep the children entertained 
While I my hair do pull. 
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home 
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home? 
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?" 

It is hard for them to understand 
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave 
Wander to far and they could be lost 
And in turn perhaps lose their lives. 

Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came 
Finally Billy comes through the door 
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone 
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair. 

As he ate the children came 
Excited to have daddy home 
Satisfied he was safe and sound 
They went back to their TV and games. 

Chore time came and the blizzard ruled 
I offered to do my share 
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine. 
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed 
And I'll be right back inside. " 

I put on my coat took shovel in hand 
And worked at clearing the path. 
In an hour it would be covered again 
But I needed to have some fresh air. 

All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright 
The Nativity set caught my eye 
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say 
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."

                                                                Cile Beer


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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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A Christmas Tale

As snowflakes form into crystalline  beds
Santa dresses up in his suit so red
Reindeer restless to come out of their stall
Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all
All across the world it's so beautiful to see
People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee
Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place
God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face
The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see
Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be
Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away
A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay
As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v.
Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me"
Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box
With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks
As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card
So he stops and opens it right there in the yard
The thing about this card that made the odds so slim
This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him
It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through"
"So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you"
He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all
He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all
He talks it over with his wife and they give half away
To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day
As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss
I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us
Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity
Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee"



Totally fictional poem but the message is one that
needs be heard. In every town across our nation
hungry families will file into the many shelters
hoping to get them and their children a hot meal
and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could
afford to give a dollar would no one would be
turned away - Merry Christmas








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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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Delightful Christmas Doings

        Kaleidoscopes of color, lights sparkling in the night.
Children excited, stand in awe as they get their first sight.
       All dreaming of Santa and toys and maybe get their first bike.
Parents tired but still anxious to go through town on a hike.

        Back at Maw Maw's we open presents so fine.
So thankful that everyone's safe at this time.
       We pray for our soldiers protecting our line.
"Lord let them come home safe, we ask Thee Savior Divine."
 
       The midnight comes round, Santa's nigh on his way.
We must go to bed or have havoc to pay.
       For Santa won't come if we're still wide awake.
But mom's still in the kitchen with cookies to bake.
 
       The morning dawns brightly this fine Christmas day.
And we're up so early, we feel we must play.
       But first says my Maw Maw you know we must read.
About the real meaning of Christmas and Jesus who we need.


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A Chicago Christmas Snow

Every rooftop was covered in fluff.
Icicles dripping their cold all around,
That first white Christmas was a wonderful sight.
Winter remembers that cold Chicago night.

Christmas eve came with a blizzard of snow.
Colorful lights reflecting a glorious show.
Carolers all bundled, held candles, sang songs. 
Every family stayed warmly within.

Streetlights highlighted the way for a sled.
Smoke from each chimney rose; kids went to bed.
Mom and dad planned their children’s delight.
Long, long ago in white Chicago snow.

Presents were placed around the tree inside.
Parents looked on with a peaceful abide.
Footsteps of ashes walked out from the hearth. 
They paused for a moment…Jesus Christ’s birth.

Daybreak brought laughter and children wide-eyed.
New clothes and toys in the front room were spied.
They opened all swiftly; then, took their new sled.
And on that White Christmas, down hilltops life sped.

December 9, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: *A Christmas Snow* - 
Sponsor	Gail Angel Doyle


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Merry Christmas to Heaven

As we gather around at this time of the year
It makes us wish even more that you were here
We will never grow accustom to life without you
We know that you are peaceful now
Walking streets of gold
Holding hands with the angels
And never growing old
That doesn’t change the void we feel
Opening up the presents
And sitting down for a meal
With each light on the tree that twinkles
We feel that you are close
Wishing we had the time to say that we loved you the most
Now we will share each moment in memory of you
Merry Christmas to Heaven
Merry Christmas to You


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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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Those Times I Remember Back When

Those Times I Remember Back When

There’s something to be said of those days gone by
and those times I remember back when
the streets were filled with Holiday cheer
and God’s wish of peace to all men.

I remember the distant days of my youth
and the snow covered streets of my town,
of carolers singing their songs of the Truth
and of those who as they listened stood round.

The street light posts were decorated in season
and store fronts looked like Christmas time.
Yet, I never forgot that Jesus was the reason
for the true peace that many still find.

But every year and always without fail
we would go to that place by the waterfalls.
A nativity scene close by the train rails
was so breathtaking it drew one and all.

And another place just up outside of town
held such excitement for all us kids each year.
It was as if the North Pole we had found
and I could feel that Christmas was drawing near. 

Just a few pages from past memories
and our Christmas times shared with mom and dad.
Even singing carols in church on Christmas Eve;
one more reminder of the good times we had.

Douglas L. Ace (Lightwalker)


(written for Carolyn Devonshires' Christmas Contest


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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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Christmas

It is Christmas again,you can smell it in the air,
The fresh smell of pine and every one cares.
From the lights on the tree,to the presents beneath,
To the mistle toe hanging and the door with it's wreath.
The choir is singing down the street just a bit,
Will not be long till you see ole jolly st.nick.
The kids are writing letters to the man from the pole,
In hopes they wont find a small bag of coal.
The joy in giving should be done all year,
All the hate in the world to my eye brings a tear.
Do onto others as you wish to be done onto you,
Have a very merry Christmas from me to you.


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IT WARMS MY REMINISCENT HEART

It warms my reminiscent heart
When Christmas preparations start
When the bells of Christmas chime
I am taken back to happy times
With special friends and family
And all the Christmas memories
When Christmas preparations start
It warms my reminiscent heart


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CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

Of all the Christmas’s I can remember
My best Christmas’s were the ones
Where I would decorate the tree with dad
And make Christmas cookies with mum
Thread popcorn and make paper chains
Each day opening the advent calendar
Wrapping the gifts in excited secrecy
Writing cards and sending them near and far
They are just distant memories now
But they were still the very best ones
And we must make Christmas memories
Now we have our daughters and our sons


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My Greetings To You All

To all friends upon this site I write this poem for you.
Down through the years you have held me up and
has helped me to make it through.
You've laughed with me and cried with me
Even taught me how to write.
When my days were looking grim, you made them look so bright.

To write your names one by one I know I would leave one out.
So I send this message to all of my friends-I love you all without a doubt.
May your Christmas be very happy and cheerful as it can be.
And May the New Year bring joy and peace,
and our love draw closer indeed.

Merry Christmas to All and May You All Have a Prosperous New Year.


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GETTING INTO THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold! 



Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races, 
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?    



Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree, 
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."  



Getting into the Christmas spirit, 
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance; 
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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CHRISTMAS WISH

I’m not looking forward to Christmas
Not since we lost Mum this year
I’m not looking forward to a Christmas
Devoid of any Christmas cheer

Dads doing his best to lift our spirits
All though inside he’s really hurting too
He wants to make it a special time
And do the things like Mum used to do

So we decked the house with garlands
And trimmed the Christmas tree
We hung the Christmas cards on strings
So that everyone could see

Then with all the decorations up
My Dad went round us one by one
To ask us what gift we wanted
And he promised his best would be done

My sister Jules wants new clothes
Kenny wants music of any kind
The twins they want an X-Box
And the baby really doesn’t mind

Then Dad asked me “what do you want son?
What gift would stop you feeling glum”?
I said “I don’t want a present Dad
All I wish for Christmas is my Mum”


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The Spirit of Christmas

Why do some want Christmas to be everyday?
Do they not see the beauty of that one perfect day?
Do they not realize how life would become
If everyday was just another bright Christmas morn?

Or perhaps these people are wiser than most.
Do they see something the rest of us don’t?
Could there be some secret hidden within
The good-will towards others and peace among men?

I’m certain many of you would have to agree
That there’s something to Christmas besides just the tree
The stockings, the manger, the candy, the wine,
The smiles, the presents are all very fine . . .

But just what is Christmas aside from these things?
Aside from the holiday December brings
Christmas proves there is goodness in all
So why after Christmas does the magic not call?

Perhaps what makes each Christmas have reason
Has nothing to do with the Holiday season
Maybe the source of each Christmas past
Is the people behind it; why can’t their cheer last?

The week after Christmas, the smiles will fade
The turkey, the egg-nog, the Christmas parade
The holidays are over and work will resume
Bringing in people dripping with gloom.

But I challange you to keep Christmas living
All year around don’t cease in your giving
Good tidings and blessing will come unto you
If you keep the spirit, maybe others will too.   

A new world could surface out of this cheer
As more people dry their last little tear 
We cannot make everyday perfect
But if we try our efforts will be worth it.

This year the spirit doesn’t have to die
On the wings of good people, it can forever fly
With millions of people stuck in full drive
The Christmas spirit truly needs to survive.


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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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grandmother

Grandmother

Remember my grand mother
Use to sit in the gallery
And what ever she wanted 
Use to call my brothers or me

She was born deformed
But she never let it get her way
She would be walking with her stick
Going to make her garden everyday

She had the biggest garden
In the whole of ste Madeleine
With tomato, corn, peas, peppers,
Its how many of her days was spend

She would always be doing something
She just could not sit down 
If she’s not with the chickens
 She’s sewing and singing old Hindi songs

Many times we sit around her 
She would tell us many stories
Of fairy tales and legends
Full of so many mysteries

And when there is a wedding
They would come for her on Saturday nights
She would sing with the drums and danthal
She was always the star in the spot lights

With small branches and nylon rope
She would make a Christmas tree
And when she was finish with it
Was the best you could ever see?

She liked to buy the blow up animals
And for Christmas put all in the gallery
Our gallery use to be so decorated
Can still see it in my mind so clearly


 I wish I had talk to her more
There was so much I would have like to know
About her mother and father, brothers and sisters
But you only think about after the time past and go
Remember she use to say
Her big brother use carry her when she small
And while the others children use to be playing
He would not leave her alone at all

And how her mother was very beautiful
And her father use to protect her like gold
So many great history and memories
Is now silence never to be told?

If you have a grandmother 
Just look how she’s finding things to do
To bring joy and happiness everyday
To show the love she has for you

When we are young we just don’t see it
Of all the history unfolding before our eyes
And we never really realize it
Until many years after our grandparents dies
 
A young girl will go thru the stages of life
Then become a woman with a family to
Then one day hear the words grandma
And when you look, they will be talking to you

Go to your grandmother reach out a hand
Tell her how she is precious and dear
Tell her you love her so she will understand
Because one day you could, wake and she will not be there


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A Christmas Thought

Look around you right now, do you know what you see,
You see what most people in the world, only see in their dreams,

Look at the tree, no big deal just a Christmas tree,
Well for some, this is a fantasy, they've never seen,

Look around, do you see the people you're with,
Cherish them, because some people don't know what family is,

Did you enjoy the meal, and give proper thanks,
Somewhere, there's someone, who hasn't eaten for days,

I'm not trying, to make anyone feel bad,
I'm just trying, to make you all realize what you have,

I hope you know, how lucky you truly are,
To spend Christmas with family, not passed out, at some bar,

Did you know there are 86400 seconds in a day,
Have you taken a couple, to tell god "thanks",

I'm very thankful to have my family here with me tonight,
Thank you, for bringing so much joy, to my life


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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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the fireplace glowed

I am lonely as the hills
On a cold Christmas eve
Can even feel the chills
Almost want to leave

I remember Christmas as child
And how the fireplace glowed
Sometimes the weather was mild
Then we would wish it had snowed

I can still smell the baking
My mother used to make
Think I will start making
What my mother used to bake

I start to make some cookies
And baking up some pies
I was not taught by rookies
Can make a good dough rise

I start setting up my tree
And putting on the lights
I really want to see
How it will look tonight

I will always know
Family will be here
And I will always show
My love is always near

To have a happy holiday
Keep your family close
And always try to find a way
To show they are your loves

To you all I say Merry Christmas
Will you have a very good night
Just get into the spirit of Christmas
It will be a very good sight


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Christmas Time Is Here

I think back to many a year
when Christmas time was very dear
our tree aglow with lights and fruit
having spent many hours in rubber boots
trudging the woods for that special tree
snow had fallen clear up to our knees
we'd trim and cut then make a stand
our Christmas tree just  looked so grand
we dried some fruit that  hung with care
even strung popcorn which was very rare
the lighted candles stood so tall
praying each night that they wouldn't fall
our Christmas time so very merry
none of that rush with cash and carry
we had things made like socks an shirts
never worried if the shirt didn't work
stockings were filled with fruit and nuts
we never expected or had very much
oh i think back to toughs wonderful days
wishing many could  have seen our ways.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year


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A Mothers Cherished Christmas Gift

My dear children
Another Christmas has come,
I hope you understand,
Fancy things I cannot give to thee
For our trials are many and riches we lack
My heart is sad and my tears are silent,
I cannot give to thee thy hearts desire.
When you, my children were but tots,
A simple box brought smiles and joy
As you grew a few years more,
Simple treasures you would adore.
Now my dear children you have grown,
As well as our trials and despairs
Now I find it harder
To give to thee what thy heart desires.
I pray that you understand
That I only have one gift for thee,
A cherished Christmas gift,
Filled with love and joy,
Comfort and peace,
Goodness and kindness,
For these things are guaranteed
Paid for and free.
You see, Jesus our Savior gave these gifts to me
Now I give these gifts to thee,
And if accepted and cherished,
Will give thee what thy heart desires.
Merry Christmas my dear children
I love you!


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Still your not here

 It’s Valentines Day full of cards and kisses
Wish you were here covers all of my wishes
     
Easter is here and were celebrating our lord
Each day that passes I miss you even more
    
 It’s been seven years today since we said, “I do”
It seems longer than that since I last held you
    
 We all gather together for the birth of our land
It’s the Fourth of July and your not here as we planned
    
 It’s your birthday today marking 34 years
When I think of you celebrating alone, it brings me to tears
     
Now it’s thanksgiving and the families all here
The rooms filled with spirit and still your not here
    
Out of habit I set a place at the tables head
The kids leave it and “Soon Mom” is all that was said
   
 Santa is coming and kids are full of cheer
I try to keep smiling even though you are not here
     
Pictures with Santa and the lighting of the tree
Smiles on Christmas morning I wish you could see
     
We gather to wish good tidings to all
I sit and wait by the phone thinking maybe you’d call
     
You have missed a great deal in the year you’ve been gone
Jason had a great time at his junior prom
    
 Katie turned seven and Chrissie turned two
For all their birthday wishes- they just wished for you
     
At night we all get tucked into bed
We snuggle up close and then bow our heads
    
 Dear Lord please keep special watch over our Dad
If anything happens to him we’ll be so sad
    
 He’s over helping the other country grow
Doing his job as you already know
    
 He’s helping other little boys and girls
Opening their eyes to a whole new world
     
We are so proud of him and hold our heads high
But each night we hear mommy lay there and cry
     
We all miss him more than you know
Yet during the day we don’t let it show
     
We have to be strong and keep the faith
That soon he’ll be home with us and be safe
     
We are proud to hang that flag up high
We are all so full of American pride
    
 We pray for all the soldiers’ safe return home
We pray that there are no more families left alone
     
Dear God for this Christmas please hear us pray
Bring our soldiers home where they belong, where they’ll stay


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Merry Christmas

 

The tree is made of mostly plastic and metal,
   With blinking lights above its plastic pedestal.
With ornaments of wood, plastic and glass,
   Decorate its branches amass.
A star that twinkles like the one in the sky above,
   Placed gently atop my tree with love.
With presents lying neath its outward branches,
   And children’s imagination as to what are the chances.
They weigh the boxes and gently shake them too,
   Hoping upon hope to just get a clue.
As wrapping paper gets slightly torn, accidental for sure,
   The children look so innocent and pure.
A gift is a gift no matter the price,
   If given from the heart it has to be nice.
With family and friends we gather around,
   This decorated tree where our love will be found.
Before presents are passed out we say a little prayer,
   And thank our Lord and Savior for the love that He shares.
Happy Birthday baby Jesus I heard someone say,
   You are the reason we celebrate Christmas Day.
May peace and joy and love fill your lives on this Holy day,
   And continue to guide you and show you the way!
Merry CHRISTmas to all, it came from a manger filled with hay,
   And gave His life’s blood so we all could receive the Kingdom one day.
Merry Christmas….


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Lets Share The Gift Of Christmas

(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love)

The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree--
I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true,
In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above
I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, 
I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need

Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises
Saintly men and women, as even the angels do…
Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too --
While praying and joyfully praising GOD
As He allows us to freely do ~

The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you
May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~
Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day  
For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~
Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…


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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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Daddy's Favorite Treat

Chocolate Covered Cherries are a favorite treat
He loves to nibble and munch on them until his stomach is complete
Even though they have lots of sugar and are not healthy at all
Daddy can’t eat only one; they are just too good to stall
Even when he cannot stall and wants to eat every one
He will always be nice enough to give his family some
Chocolate Covered Cherries are a favorite treat
If Daddy didn’t get them, Christmas wouldn’t be complete
The joy of Christmas is making people feel very merry
With simple things like giving Daddy a Chocolate Covered Cherry


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I hate Christmas

(This is a fictional poem)

Most people love Christmas but I don't.
People tell me that I should learn to love Christmas again but I won't.
Something tragic happened on Christmas day.
My life was ruined when my family was violently taken away.
Three robbers broke in my house and killed my wife and daughter.
A gun was aimed at my head while I watched them get slaughtered.
They stole our valuables and then shot me with one of their guns.
They left right after shooting me and I called 911.
I was rushed to the hospital and I'm still alive.
But my heart is broken because my family didn't survive.
My life was destroyed and I live in hell because of this nightmare.
They finally caught those men and I hope they get the chair.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you have a family, you're better off than me.


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kids with out christmas

i sit here another year wanting for my kids to have a merry christmas and theres 
nothing i wouldent give to see them smile and having fun opening up there gifts 
but on a day that should be happy here we go again nothing under the tree and it 
breaks my heart to think that my kids will do without again and are future is relly 
bleak it seems today that this wourld revolves around a buck and i would give my 
heart and soul if i could make them see all the people that do without while they 
achieve there greed i tell my boys to pray and be thankful for what we have  we 
will back on our someday as i told them this story ther eyes filled up with tears 
they said its ok daddy we will try to have christmas next year


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CHRISTMAS

Husbands with ladders hang lights on their home,
As all who have no one feel sad and alone.
The churches are full of the faithful that sing,
For the birth of our Lord, is a spiritual thing.

The sound of Christmas sweetly fills the air,
While frantic shoppers hustle from here to there.
The windows of storefronts at this time of year, 
Reflect all their wonders as Christmas draws near.

Little ones stand looking with their nose pressed to glass, 
As model trains on display come speeding past.
The path to Santa is lined with girls and boys,
With a list in their heart of their favorite toys.

The stores shelves are crammed with dolls that crawl or walk,
Games, cars, trucks, planes and stuffed toys that sing or talk.
The miracle of Christmas comes once a year,
When all that we love seems more precious and dear.


 


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Merry Christmas Daddy

                                Christmas time is here. How do I make
                                         it through without you here. 
                                This is the first Christmas I have had to
                                  spend without you. It's going to be so 
                                hard without you and not only do I have
                                   to spend Christmas without you,
                                    I do not get to spend it with my
                                              little one either.
                                You and my little one are the only
                                ones I had who would never turn
                                            your backs on me.
                               But now I have to spend Christmas
                             without you two, thanks to Mom, who
                           turned her back on me. You are the only
                               one I had to count on matter what.
                            Daddy, how will I go on without you?
                             I pray everyday that you could come
                               back and see me for just one day
                          (Christmas Day), so I could let you
                           know  what you meant and still mean
                            to me. I know you will be by my side
                                on Christmas, but I only wish I
                               could see you so much.  I still
                         bought you some wolves for Christmas
                            to set beside your ashes. So, please
                         let me know in some way you're here
                          beside me on Christmas. Don't forget
                                   we love and miss you so...


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Tinsel

Decorating the tree; a family ritual
Electric lights, ball of color.tinsel applied
With surgical percision...
A family chore of joy...
Generally perfofmed on a Sunday nigth,
Accompanied with "the Wizard Of Oz"

And on Christmas eve,
Laurel and Hardy and "The March Of the Wooden Soldiers",
Followed in the evening,
With Alistair Simmes
'the Christmas Charol";
The most beloved of the Christmas movies

Home made cookies
Excitment in the air

Anticipation,

Family time at it's best.  Eggnog,
soda, pretzels, coookies...
Life was better than good.

Life was magical.

And the nuclear familiy
had it's strongest bonds
with thr "stong force"

Metaphysical wonders to be sure,
Memorieries forever to endure,
Love of life and family for-ever-more.









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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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THE MYSTORY MAN


                          MYSTERY MAN
A stranger comes in the night; making sure to stay out of sight.
 He stops at everyone's place being sure you don't see His face;
       Is what He's doing alright? 

Should we all take alarm; or does he mean us no harm;
Who is this stranger that comes and where in the world is He from;
   And what has He got in His arms? 

Perhaps we should let lose the pet, a bite on His pants he will set.
 He seems to be breaking the rules, the ones that were taught us in schools;
    And that ride He is ridding stranger yet. 

No my friends have no fear, for with Him come gifts and good cheer. 
While we're all asleep in our beds, he gets all dressed up in red;
    And then He calls to His deer. 

His deer have been waiting all day; to pull this man and His sleigh;
One of the deer’s noses is bright, so He'll be their beacon tonight, 
    So for sure they don't lose their way.

From out of His shirt comes a list, as He reads He pulls on His beard with a twist... 
He stands there and reads real slow and if you've been bad He will know;
   You have to be good He insists. 

In a huge bag go presents and toys; for all the good girls and boys;     
Then he calls to His reindeer to pull His sleigh that's ever so full; 
      And His face is gleaming with joy. 

Yes my friends it is Him; who’s heart that all children win;
While the bells on His sleigh they do ring, it's the spirit of Christmas he brings; 
    For Christmas is here once again. 

He does have a reason and cause; and there is no need to take pause... 
By now you've guessed who He is and what is the name of His biz, 
    For we know Him as the Santa Claus. 

He is a hero to all no matter how big or how small, 
So this year let's sing Christmas songs; it helps Him as He moves along;
     As he calls “Merry Christmas to all”.