is the sugar.
Once worn to coat cookies
now just pinched and licked by fingers
Contest: A Quentin Christmas
We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.
Family gathering, Christmas Eve
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts,
found flowers from her funeral
crafted into hand-made jewelry,
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.
I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings,
and measured life-sustaining juice
through the metal funnel she used
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent,
like her body had been at 93.
I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven
chocolate rolls after school,
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun,
hot biscuits with apple jelly,
squeezed from the peelings after
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.
I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.
A Christmas dinner that can’t be beat
Here is the menu of what we’ll eat
Mashed potatoes whipped smooth and fluffy
Green bean casserole; nice and crunchy
Pickles and olives on a perfect relish tray
Cranberry delight that’s been chilling all day
Sweet potatoes such tasty treats
Hot rolls steaming both white and wheat
Homemade honey butter and strawberry jam
A gorgeous honey glazed Christmas ham
Turkey and noodles are piping hot
A fuzzy naval salad; I almost forgot
A slow roasted turkey golden brown
And broccoli rice casserole; pass it around
For dessert we’ve a variety of tasty treats
Tons of scrumptious goodies to eat
Chocolate chip cookies and brownies so sweet
Four kinds of pies including minced meat
It’s all there so fill up your plate
I’m getting mine, I can hardly wait
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
On his annual flight about the earth,
Santa continues to expand his girth!
'Tis due to cookies and milk,
And other treats of that ilk,
That he samples from Botswana to Perth!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
I do not know?
It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?
Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through
It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.
What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.
Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.
When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!
But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Such a wondrous thing,
in the winter or in the spring.
So, doggone sweet
and a yummy treat.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Pluck the sweetest from the tree,
one, two, three, laughing with glee.
A flaky crust and sweet center,
eaten with ice cream who cares if winter.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Sugar and cinnamon, sticky sweet,
pop it in the oven, almost complete.
I cannot wait to have a slice, maybe two,
as one would scarcely do.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie
I cannot believe I did not share.
It was tasty on my tongue,
and now there is no more there,
not even a crumb.
It’s Christmas Eve and through the house
There creeps a curious little mouse.
He climbs into the big arm chair
And finds the cookies waiting there.
He only takes the smallest bite.
Santa will find his treat tonight.
He gazes with wonder at the tree
And the bright wrapped gifts left there to be
A mystery tale to tell his spouse,
When he gets home, this curious mouse.
What an adventure it has been,
He has drunk of some spilled over gin,
That had been left upon the table.
His wife will think it is a fable
He has concocted to amuse her.
She is home-bound, we must excuse her.
He once came home all out of breath
To say he had been scared to death
By a huge rat with fluffy tail.
She noticed he was very pale.
“While I was nibbling off some cheese
To bring to you, my love, to please.
He almost had me in his paws.
I’m sure he wasn’t Santa Claus”.
But this night is so very quiet.
He spies some fruitcake, has to try it.
It reminds him of that sip of gin
And wonders if his head will spin.
He hears a noise, runs for his life,
Carrying fruitcake for his wife.
Christmas morning, spread before their eyes
For the baby mice, a grand surprise.
Their mama had fixed a Christmas meal
From food their dad managed to steal.
A bit of butter, a glob of jam
And a fairly good-sized piece of ham.
Bread crumbs saved from other forays.
They had enough to eat for days.
Those little mice would never waste it.
If they didn’t like it they’d still taste it.
This food their mamma set before them,
Their dad risked his life to get it for them.
There once was a flawed broad named Maude
who wished to spend Christmas abroad
she ate Christmas dinner
with penniless sinners
for that was all Maude could afford.
Well ole Maude brought them black tea from China
and chocolate cakes from a diner
they ate guinea pig
and many a fig
while Maude poured them wine from Carolina.
Yes you've guessed it, I see that you knew
in Peru they eat Guinea Pigs in stew
they wear colorful hats
and watch out for black bats
Maude's dinner will be in Cusco, Peru
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
12 eggs a cracking
11 prawns a peeling
10 potatoes baking
9 cookies crumbling
8 cheery cherries
7 sweeten oranges
6 cheesy caulies
5 gooooooooolden loaves
4 turkeys roasting
3 puds a steaming
2 happy hams
brings 1 Christmas feast for my family....
For P.ds 12 days of xmass contest
Please note we dont really have 4 turkeys lol :D
Cookies must not go to waste
Specially those of great taste
So right passed my lips
And straight to my hips
I WILL let them go to WAIST
I so love to munch and munch
They’re brittle now with a crunch
The flavors- still great
But don’t satiate
They’re great with my office lunch
My body keeps them in store
Why can’t I get through the door?
Should have thrown them out
Now I am more “stout”
Ok, perhaps just one more?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire,
It takes 10 to make a meal.
Grab one by the tail,
Drop him into the pan...
You can hear the little fella squeal.
A little teriyaki kills that gamey taste.
On a bed of brown rice, they're so good.
Cranberries on the side,
Open your mouth wide,
You'll want to eat more chipmunks...and you should.
Chipmunks are endangered,
but who really cares?
When they're gone, they're gone, I guess.
Even tho' there's not much meat,
They're so tasty and easy to eat
And they really don't make much of a mess.
So, just before Christmas, go trap a few,
Enough for you and all your friends.
Think how good your friends will feel
Eating such a good meal;
They'll be sad when Christmas dinner ends.
Merry Christmas, Alvin.
This plate of holiday baking you did bring by
was really kind
I unzipped the zip lock
to get inside
cookies and brownies
and bread of banana
but what was a surprise especially so
was to discover you know
of corner cut smaller pieces
and cookies of extra crunch
and the ends of the breads
sometimes quite dry
are okay too
happy holidays as well to you!
Oft' I have mused about what I would do should I win a ton of clams.
(Of course I'd take my wife's sage advice and avoid the usual scams!)
After taking care of my family, I'd take pleasure in giving the rest away,
To those of lesser means, bringing miracles to their lives on Christmas day!
I'd seek out the homeless vets to provide them with food, clothes and shoes,
And send those well-deserving heroes on a vacation to anywhere they choose.
I'd send World War Two heroes to visit their Memorial in DC before they die,
To reminisce with their buddies, recalling the good, the bad and just to cry.
I would see that Santa Claus provided a coat and shoes to all the little ones,
And dollies for the little girls and for little boys, toy pickup trucks and guns.
And for their Moms and Dads who due to economic times are facing stress,
Arrange heat and food for their home and for Mom a Macy's coat and dress!
I'd throw the biggest party yet for families of heroes who defend our nation,
And provide a college scholarship for each of their kids to further their education.
I'd seek out old folks homes and those in hospice to give them a hug and hope,
And make life as comfortable for them as possible to be better able to cope.
I would ensure that the soup kitchens had more than ample food to feed,
All of God's precious lambs on Christmas Day who are hurting and in need.
I would donate a sizeable check to my church and go there to kneel and pray,
To thank Him for the means to provide such miracles on this Christmas day!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for 2d place in Carolyn Devonshire's "Your Christmas Miracle" Contest - Dec 2011
I do not know?
It’s time for Christmas all over the world
There’s a change in most people’s hearts
A flame of generosity starts to emerge
Giving to all those children in need
A game of checkers, a doll or a bright fire engine
Will light up the eyes on Christmas morning
Of children who otherwise would have nothing
So worth it to imagine their smiles
A box of food arriving on the door step
Anonymously given to the parents
So they can provide a meal on that special day
A treasure to be found and never forgotten
If only there was no need to give at Christmas
Every child would have a glow about them
Enough food and toys to satisfy any hunger
No child in the world to ever go without
Its time for Christmas all over the world
If only the blessed would not forget
The children out there who have nothing
The gift from your heart will always be with them
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
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 "
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.
playing board games
christmas sugar cookie fun
lemon square custom
For twelve nights I waited,
imagining what was inside
those long, red stockings...
nothing big, like games or toys,
hoping Santa wouldn't be late.
For twelve nights I stood
on my small and trembling feet,
to see what was inside
them and then return to bed
without waking up my dog.
For twelve nights I rushed
into the living room wishing
it were Christmas Eve...
when Santa quietly walked in,
filling the stockings with candies.
Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Christmas Stockings Tribute "
Written by Andrew Crisci
once upon a christmas day
when the children had came out to play
there in the snow on the ground
a baby was there that they found
the baby was as white as the snow
and his cheeks had such a glow.
he was wrapped in a blanket of red
and the snow was his bed.
most children would have cried
from the cold.
but he was laughing
or so i was told.
his laughter was quite different.
it wasn't a ha-ha-ha.
but a ho-ho-ho.
the children picked him up to take him inside
to show their parents
their brand new find.
the parents shocked and dismayed
none knew- just what to say.
who would have the heart to put
this child abandoned in the snow.
his body temperature from what i see
is as perfect as can be.
now you know that the police
are forty miles away.
what can we do, what can we say.
we have no phone and very little gas
should we keep him, or should we pass?
there's not enough food to go around
and now another mouth that you found.
the baby lying in the bed
pointed up above his head
waved his finger all around
and food came tumbling to the ground.
he waved his finger one more time
and at their feet, christmas boxes galore
like you'd find in a department store.
all with labels with their names
clothing, shoes, and electronic games.
looking at the baby in total surprise
there came a gleam in his eyes.
the baby laughed his ho-ho-ho- again.
'this is for you my wonderful friends.'
you helped others when you couldn't help yourselves
and shared the little bread with others
and called them your sisters and brothers.
now it's time for you to receive
for all the kindness that you've achieved.
and quick as a lightning he was gone.
but he left the red blanket to carry them on.
now my children i must ask
who was the one that created this task?
faith and love will rule this world
teach it to your boy and girl.
Christmas south of the Mason/Dixon,
Still maintains all the usual fixins.
And a sleigh that can fly like the down of a thistle,
Is one that could certainly turn laps at Bristol.
And yes, we do have Christmas lights, just like on northern homes,
But our lights are mobile, not like yours, and are always free to roam.
Now snowmen are rare in Dixie, but Jack Frost does come to call,
And he nips at our noses, same as y’all.
While partridge, doves, and French hens, are three of the twelve famous days,
Here in Dixie, I know for sure, they would be fried in succulent ways.
And our Christmas dinners are just like yours, with plenty that is savory,
But here it is customary to cover it all, in a thick, white, sawmill gravy.
Now prior to The War Between The States, Christmas was much more divided,
But became the Christmas that we know now, when the fighting finally subsided.
And I believe Christmas is an individual thing, in the hearts of both the young and old,
And, truth be told, I rather Christmas in Dixie, than be shoveling snow in the cold.
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
The ham was crusted,done to a turn.
This meal was huge,I never learn!
I always cook too much for me.
From years of being a chef,you see.
But this is Christmas Eve tonight.
And I feel sorry for my plight.
When suddenly I had a thought.
I took the gifts that I had bought.
I found some shelter folks to feed.
But really,they fulfilled my need.
For cos' of them I'm not alone.
I bless them for their kindness shown.
for contest Your Christmas Miracle
sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
Like a Christmas merry-go-round
this little red and green leaf
swirled 'round and 'round
in a tiny puddle in the wind.
It reminded me of holiday cookies
sand being the sugar sprinkled
upon it so sparkly red and green
that I could almost taste it.
I had a red and green parrot once
he was my holiday gift all year
singing loud Christmas carols
of his own spectacular making.
He would have loved those cookies.
Sheila Kathryn Barrera
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