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Holiday Christmas Poems | Christmas Poems About Holiday

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Wise Men Still Seek Him Today

W-hen the fullness of time had come, Jesus was born behind an Inn in a cave-like stable.
I-n the Inn there was no room for the Son of God, no room for the Saviour of men.
S-tar was shining so bright above the stable for the shepherds to find their way to Him.
E-ven angels proclaimed His birth to those shepherds "Unto you is born this day."
 
M-anger is where Mary and Joseph first laid him.  It was filled with hay.
E-very animal there must have known that their Creator had come that day. 
N-o one knew the depth of love God had, to give His Son to dwell among men.
 
S-ame star guided three kings from the Orient, who studied the stars and heavens.
T-hese wise men from the East came saying "Where is He that is born King"
I-n their hands they brought him gifts of gold, frankincense and myrr.
L-ike these three wise men, wise men still seek him today! 
L-ove is the reason that God sent His only Begotton Son into the world to save us.
 
S-eeking for you and me, yes God was seeking for us because we had left Him.
E-veryone, yes, all we like sheep have gone astray. Everyone to his own way.
E-ach one has to make his on decision to follow Him or not to follow Him.
K-ing, born to be a King. King of the ages. King of the past. King of the future.

H-eaven, He came from Heaven to earth to show us the right way.
I-niquity, the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
M-elody, He gives us a sweet melody, we sing many songs of praise to Him.
 
T-ree, A Christmas tree, the love that Jesus had for us, to die on a tree.
O-nly one life and how soon it passes. Only in life can we accept His Love.
D-eliverance, He came from Heaven to preach deliverance to the captives.
A-cknowlege Him and accept Him. Behold now is the accepted time.
Y-ou, Yes, this Christmas Love was for You.  Will You accept this love?

For Brian Strands Christmas Love contest.


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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.


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My Piano Knows

My piano sits alone a lot of days,
       Waiting for someone to come along who plays.
Usually that someone is my son or me,
       But lately since he's in college, it's been me, you see.

My piano knows when I am angry,
       and lets me take out all my anger on the keys.
My piano knows when I am sad,
       and lets me play it until I am glad.

My piano knows when I am in grief,
       because of the songs I play, it's really beyond belief.
And of course my piano knows when I am happy,
       I play songs of contentment and joy and lots are snappy.

I can be feeling blue and play a harmonious melody or two,
       And in no time at all I will feel like new.

But my piano is loved best at Christmas time
       Playing all the Christmas Carols and Christmas Chimes.
Songs of Jesus love for us and how He came to earth.
       Songs of Angels singing and about His lowly birth.

Songs about three wisemen, my piano plays them all,
       "White Christmas" "Blue Christmas" and songs played at the mall.
I love to play my piano for people to enjoy,
       Elderly, mid-age, young folk, and every girl and boy.

But listen carefully dear hearts, take heed in what I say,
       My piano knows that most of all, God gets the praise always!


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I'm Dreaming of a New Body

Parody of the Xmas Song: White Christmas


I'm dreaming of a new body
with every chocolate I unwrap.
But I can't stop eating, I can't stop cheating. 
There's just too many Christmas snacks.
My nightmare is a pot belly -with every Christmas treat I take. 
But I can't stop feasting, my size increasing;
when I stand on the scales they'll break.
Yes, I'm dreaming of a trim waistline, 
so take that chex mix from my face.
May my buns be smaller and flat,
 and may all my body lose its fat!

(I no longer make my traditional chex mix and
many candies I used to cook for the  holidays!~)


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This Special Time of Year

We may not have a "White Christmas", yet joy remains the same I find delight in viewing candles reflected on frosted panes They remind me to be grateful for warmth and light so near Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year A scenic view of white smoke rising from the chimney tall Dainty snow flakes falling as kids roll them into balls They sail against blustery winds and I wonder how they dare! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Sweet music heralding peace, urges hearts to spread some joy! Displayed is a wooden Nativity Scene to greet you at the door A glittering tree with twinkling stars stands proudly at the rear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Fresh pine garlands dress stair rails with large red velvet bows The aroma of cinnamon and pine saturates, delighting one’s nose While a cozy wood fireplace glows, inviting, daydream stares Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year The baking’s almost done; and tons of sweets are ensured Though, there will not be any Christmas pudding this year, for sure Mama’s been gone home a while, yet the many memories linger here Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year Whatever may happen in life, Christmas joy lives in the heart A warm home and loving hearts have sufficed from the start Much food, drinks and good conversation; lots of fun to share! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year “Less formal” is my style preferred, so do relax if you please Sit on the floor, take off those shoes; dance or just be a tease When you feel stuffed and need a nap, if you snore, have no fear! Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year ~*~


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Christmas Delivery

As December winds swirled the snow in drifts outside
   Lisa covered Mama, held her hand as she cried
“It’s my last Christmas, I know it in my heart, dear
   Send my prayers to God; deliver them with my tears”

“Hush, Mama, you can’t die; Tommy needs you so
   And his tour of duty still has six months to go”
Mama fell asleep, Lisa bowed her head in prayer
   Adding her own tears, she asked that Tommy be there

“Please let my brother see Mama just one more time
   When her eyes open, may it be her son she finds”
Tears fell on the floor as Lisa kept vigil
   Beside her cancer-stricken mother so fragile

Awakening to see Tommy standing nearby
   In uniform he appeared; Lisa exhaled a sigh
“God sent you home, I knew He would, our pleas were heard”
   Tommy stroked his sister’s hair, saying not one word

‘Twas then Lisa saw Mama standing behind him
   Aglow in heaven’s light were her mother and twin
“How blessed we’ll be – together on this Christmas Day!”
   Lisa exclaimed, just before they faded away

Confused, she saw her ashen mom so still in bed
   ‘Neath the door a telegram, Tommy too was dead
And though there were tears in Lisa’s blue eyes so bright
   Her loved ones would spend Christmas together in God’s sight

A smile came as candles flaming in the window grew
Lisa realized one Christmas she’d be with them too



*Rhyming narrative for Paula Swanson’s “Tear” contest


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MIRACLE OF NOEL


While boughs and tinsels glide on trimmings along a fireplace by the hall, the lemon-drop scent of pine thrills : the air is cold; hearts are warm. December night catches a sliver of merriment from the grace of its jewelled cheer, as the blend of white and gold weaves the lane of a city shimmering with joy. The stage is set for a baby-in –a- manger, cuddled in thin wafers of hay, more tender than lambs’ flesh, more bright than Magi star bathing moist lilies from which they are grazed. ‘Tis a holyday of gratitude, when remnants of the past are erased to cleanse trespasses, in the name of mercy. For now, eve’s candles slowly baptize the miracle of enlightenment much richly praised. Canticle of eternity, karma seeds breathing out tidings held by acts of giving : hands clasping loved ones and strangers to embrace the core of oneness , as if one language whispers the same chime of peace bound by a hymn of reawakening. And all seasons can never duplicate the benevolence of this fragrant chapter oiled in tassels of gold , incense and myrrh, it is just so. For in the soul of a one-world cheer, this is the only brink of paradise gleaming as a child bestows Love , when Nativity heralds the reign of sacredness as heaven meets earth,
and earth meets first Noel’s heaven.
Christmas Epic Poem, Leonora Galinta by nette onclaud


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Christmas Reflections

"Christmas Reflections" One starry night while the Moon was bright a tiny Baby came and Angels sang and Glorias rang for Jesus was His Name, December cold story foretold a special Child was born soon all the Earth would know its worth upon this Christmas morn. White snow was falling Wise Men were calling to visit the newborn King, followed a Star in the distance far three gifts of love to bring. green trees were laced by icicles draped to the stable where He lay animals bowed in voices loud to welcome salvation's way. As carols chimed and midnight timed the family gathered near calm candlelight did hearts ignite feeling intense good cheer, a magic scene, sweet and serene, has lived throughout the ages for essence of real Christmas love is written in God's Pages. A holiday when all can pray and come together in love in atmosphere of decorative cheer and blessings from above, reflections shine at Christmastime embracing souls and hearts as merry-making and tender aching for God's love and brand new starts. Red candy canes grace window panes but treasures lie inside tinsel on trees and golden leaves the Light inside abides, this joyous Season sparks the Reason Earth now celebrates lives soon lift for the greatest gift all Earth anticipates. *For Nathan's Christmas Contest .


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Christmas Spirit

"Christmas Spirit" (Christmas Day in Italian Culture) as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in glazy show a silent atmosphere embraces a starlit sight while magnificent choir of Angels sing Hosanna O! Holy Night. Church bells chime in twilight mist to welcome Christmas day wishing holiday greetings while children glide on sleigh glorious festive mood captivates inspired light as heavenly Angelic voices praise Hosanna O! Holy Night. decorations adorn to honor the precious Infant King candlelight illuminates the Manger Scene as carolers sweetly sing the scent of fragrant pine cones creates an aura to ignite hymns of worship as heralding Angels proclaim Hosanna O! Holy Night. soon family gathers to partake of traditional Christmas meal "Feast of the Seven Fishes"prelude to tree trimming feel the fireplace mantle glows where stockings smile so bright and hark the herald Angel hosts greet Hosanna O! Holy Night. Joseph is the patriarch who shelters newborn babe a gift of God from Heaven sent to Earth to save a glorious time for celebration in precious moment of delight majestic music from Angels chanting Hosanna O! Holy Night. sheer warmth of having a personal relationship with the Lord a unique experience enlightening as He is adored sharing love with everyone, the human spirit takes flight melting their voices with holy Angels singing Hosanna O! Holy Night. *For Cyndi's Season of Lights, Delights & Enlightenment Contest. *Nov. 14, 2012.
in the Italian culture we begin our Christmas celebration ... Christmas Eve - Feast of Seven Fishes Dinner for good health & prosperity Tree trimming ceremony with music and singing toasting wine Midnight Mass at Basilica in Rome or at Church in N.J. Dessert Party after Mass with eggnog Christmas Day exchanging gifts and visiting children and seniors at hospitals Pasta dinner with salads and baked stuff shells with meatballs Desserts of creme puffs laced with rum, cannolis pastry filled with chocolate Wine tasting from orchards of Italy imported with olive tray Candlelight ceremony where all hold a lit candle making a wish for a Happy New Year.


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Christmas Castaways

Christmas Castaways

My good friend Jerry’s unemployment had run out
I feared print journalism’s future was in doubt

But while we commiserated on Christmas Eve
A disheartening report was broadcast on TV

Local law enforcement had been busy that day
People found living in the woods had been cast away

These homeless families had set up tents on state land
And police had ordered these squatters to disband

How heartless it seemed that these souls should be tossed out
Poor folks who had nothing and learned to do without

We shut off the TV, couldn’t take it anymore
And headed for a café with joyful décor

Just twenty degrees as we drove down the highway
Where a sight neath a bridge caused far more dismay

A couple and their small child huddled together
Trying hard to stay warm in cold winter weather

Sad images of Bethlehem flashed through my mind
With no room at the inn for the savior of mankind

I looked at my friend and he returned my glance
We both felt this family needed a second chance

“Pull over,” he murmured, “we can’t just leave them here
These folks deserve to share in our holiday cheer”

So money that could have bought steak dinners for two
We used to buy hamburgers for our five-member crew

Some cash left over for a room at Motel Six
Not a real solution – a temporary fix

We returned Christmas Day; our church would take them in
But they had checked out; it was half past eleven

For long I’ve wondered what happened to this family
And what this Christmas holds for those who are needy


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Its Christmas Time in Dodge City

(To the tune of Silver Bells) Wooden sidewalks, and the shop fronts, Dressed in wild western style In the jail there’s a feeling of Christmas Cattle mooing, cowboys shooting Riding mile after mile And down at the Long Branch you hear Silver spurs, silver spurs It’s Christmas time in Dodge City Jing-a-ling, saloon girls sing Soon it will be Christmas day. Mobs in street fights try to stay polite While they bleed red and scream As the towns folk rush home To take cover Hear the jaws crunch See the kids bunch It’s Matt Dillon’s big scene As he catches the rustlers you’ll hear Silver spurs, silver spurs It’s Christmas time in Dodge City Jing-a-ling, saloon girls sing Soon it will be Christmas day. Silver spurs, silver spurs Soon it will be Christmas day. Soon it will be Christmas day.
When we travel in the car we sing to the radio. The other night, Silver Bells came on and I sang Dodge City to make my wife laugh.


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Oh, Make My Christmas Bright

Oh, make my Christmas bright with gaiety, with scents of cookies baking and the tree, a fir bejeweled and lovely in its trim of silver tinsel sparkling from each limb. Oh, make the Yuletide shine with harmony. Yes, make it ring with laughter and with glee as crowded round the organ, family sing “Jingle Bells” and “Deck the Halls” with vim! Oh, make my Christmas bright. And make it ever gleam that I might see those glistening faces smiling back at me around the fireplace as day grows dim and all recall the miracle of Him we’re reverencing. How fond my memory! Oh, make my Christmas bright.
For Nathan a's Christmas Joy Poem (new or old)Poetry contest


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The Christmas Paradox

Merry Christmas and all that stuff and don’t forget to write, Now if you would all be on your way I’d like a silent night. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed your stay, I have you must believe me, I just wish that it were over now because your leaving would relieve me. I’d like to say that the magic of this day would be with me until I die, But out of respect for the holiday I feel that it would be wrong to lie. I’ve spent the time following you around and picking up after your kids, Putting food back in the refrigerator and closing up all of the lids. I’ve even picked up your smelly socks after making Christmas dinner, While you’ve all gotten fat it seems that I’ve grown that much thinner. But when next year comes you’d better be here to visit with Santa Claus, Don’t tell me that you’ll spend Christmas time over at your in-laws. Because Christmas is a family time and we all should be together, And you can tell your in-laws that you’ll be theirs on Arbor Day forever.


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Jesus In A Box

With all the Christmas bustle, the holiday cheer,
Is sometimes forgotten this time of year
I hate the shopping the stores overflow,
People bickering where ever you go.

As I walked fuming from a store,
There in a wheelchair sat a child by the door
She looked about six, a box clutched in her little grasp,
Looking so like this gift was her last.

She smiled her secret smile and offered it to me,
I opened the box, it was… Empty?
I frowned not understanding the prize,
Patience showed in her big blue eyes.

She softly spoke her little voice a sigh,
"Don't you get it?" Her sweet lisped reply.
I shook my head, my puzzlement showed,
Minute by minute I felt like a great green toad.

"I gave you Jesus in this little box."
That nearly knocked off my socks.
"See, he is the gift and the reason,
For all to celebrate this season.

Though I may not walk he carries me,
with all his love he sets me free.
we must honor him from where it first begins
He died to take away our sins

So this gift I share, it's true,
Belongs to someone like you."
My surliness faded as I look on,
Her legs fragile, with wisdom so strong.

My eyes clouded, I wasn't prepared.
I felt humbled by a gift she shared,
Never been someone easy to cry,
But in that moment I wiped a teary eye.

I took the gift, caressing her brow.
And on that day I made a solemn vow.
To treat Christmas as a lesson retrieved,
Relishing in the special gift received.


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LUNCH BOX

LUNCH BOX

The sandwich was probably only two days old
School had let out for Christmas vacation on the 23rd
And now    on Christmas Eve    Sam had found it -        
     lunchbox and all -  in an alley behind Clarke’s Super
The kid had taken a couple of bites of the apple – now
     gone brown- but left the roast beef sandwich whole
“Too damn much mayo!” Sam frowned
“But boy am I hungry!”

Licorice    the cat – so named by the neighborhood kids –
     was hungry too    and let Sam know it with his most
     plaintiff cry
Sam was street-wise    an old cardboard box dweller who
     had tenanted many boxes   many alleys    in his time
Yet    this was no “Hello puss    whose puss are you?”
     animal summons for attention
The yowl had a bone-rattle desperation Sam hadn’t heard
     before

Licorice blended with the night
But stood out even against the gloom
She was pressed against an empty oil barrel    back arched
     on the tips of her paws    so almost skeletal
Sam couldn’t help but sigh
It was Christmas Eve    and despite the location – a forlorn
     back alley – a string of lights (from somewhere) were
     blinking
On
Off
On
Off
On
Off
On
The red-green-gold shown against Licorice’s satin fur
Charmed the (already charmed) night
Charmed Sam the Box Man
“Well I’ll be damned!” he gulped
Then threw half the sandwich to the starving kitty
“Merry Christmas old beggar.” Sam smiled

  



                      
 
 


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Mall Holiday Board Meeting


About thanksgiving a bunch of turkeys get together,
Have a meeting about sales for the holidays.
About fall they send out that letter.

Well those business folks got to cuss and discuss,
And figure how to gear it,
To make us customers
Feel that holiday spirit!

Here’s the minutes of the meeting,
We’ll skip the high fives greeting.

    “All through  the mall we’ll have ho- ho- ing  Santys
From the computer games to the racks of panties.
Adult book stores will send out Yule tide flyers,
To attract all the spirit filled porno buyers.

Don’t forget to put some plastic wreaths
Round those expensive briefs,

And the music; what about the music?!
Let’s start the secular Christmas songs, 
In time for the black Friday throngs.

Make sure the songs don’t mention God or Jesus,
We don’t want to offend and have people leave us,
Remember Christmas is all about the money,
So let’s spread the ads on thick like honey! 

Hide all the advertised sales on goods for this time of year..
And put the top dollar toys and items by the cashier..

So if you  business people got more ideas, let’s push them through!
What’s that? Oh yeah…ah…merry Christmas to you too.
MEETING ADJOURNED !”

    “(hey Bill, ..about that bikini clad Santa dancing on the new hutch,
I think maybe her pine needle bra is a bit much…..?
What you think?….)”


Inspired by Carolyn D.  (too long for the contest, but had fun with it!)


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Jingle Bells

Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy

Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled

Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part


"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest


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Christmas Again

Here it is Christmas again, My,how time gets away. It seems like last Christmas, Was just yesterday. All that rushing here and there, Trying to get ahead, Trying to plan the menu, So everyone can be fed. The tree needs decorating, The mistletoe hung in place, There's visions of being far away, But that would be a disgrace. So, I set about the difficult task, Of shopping here and there, With aim of finding the perfect gift, Though my budget's in despair. There's cards to mail, To my list of friends, In hopes they won't be late. Gifts now wrapped,under the tree, Ends torn, cause kids can't wait. I wonder, as I sigh, if the Lord Shakes his head when we celebrate, This most glorious gift in all the world, We seem to under-estimate. It appears when Christmas comes to mind, Santa now holds the rein, We've pushed aside the true meaning, Of why Jesus really came. Peace, love, and good will to all, Is worth more than we can say, For they are worth more than all the gifts, That are opened on Christmas Day. Yes, Christmas again will soon be over, In only a few more days, There's comfort in knowing, We've one whole year, Before it again comes our way. Though rushed and tired we're overcome, By the hustle of the season, Lest, we forget why we celebrate, Jesus is the reason.


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Naughty Kitties In A Silver Tree

Came home just the other day
Caught my kitties well at play

Cats like to climb up trees it's true
They have the Christmas spirit too!

But not my lovely Christmas tree!
They looked as innocent as can be

With ornaments hanging off his nose
One came out smelling like a rose

For his little sister was worse than that
She was a silver garland-wrapped cat!

Oh they had such fun 'til I came home
Their saucer eyes so brightly shone

I couldn't stay mad for very long
Soon was singing a different song

Found the camera and flashed some shots
Cleaning up all the messy spots

Re-hung the ornaments on the tree
Again it was lovely as could be!


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A Christmas Miracle

Christmas Eve and he worked late again.
As he trod through drifts of pristine snow,
he saw a bottle passed among homeless men.
Two months mortgage he did owe;
Fear of living on the street filled him with woe.

Shops had closed early;
except for Christmas lights his path was dark.
He had no gifts for his wife Shirley
and his children would wake to a tree so stark.
He shivered in the roaring winds of winter’s bark.

It was then he looked up and saw the light –
a huge star shaped like a cross.
The lower beam shone so bright
that he followed it until a church he came across
and the manger in front of it gave him pause.

Nestled up next to Jesus in the crib bed
was a golden retriever lying peacefully.
Tied round the dog was a velvet sack scarlet red
and he neared the manger ever so cautiously
hoping he’d found the perfect gift for his family.

He picked up the dog, but the untied sack grew,
filled with gifts with name tags for all his clan.
There was money in a card with his name on it too.
A fearful soul might have turned and ran,
but the card read, “Merry Christmas from the Savior of man.”



*Entry for Francine's English Quintain Contest, 
written on November 30, 2011.


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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*


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JUST AIN'T WHAT IT USED TO BE

Christmas time all smiles and cheer…. Is what it supposed to be this time of year…. I know some would say "It is" and will happily agree, But I’m sure some feels like me…. That Christmas just isn’t what it used to be…. All I seem to hear is what you get me!!! It’s like the spirit just left!! Taking all its glorious wonders to see… Leaving us with nothing but some presents and a tree…. Now where’s the joy in that u tell me???


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The Real Santa Claus

It was Christmas Eve and growing late;
This was the last of his paid Santa dates.
Still dressed in his red Santa gear,
He stepped inside to have a beer.

One pint soon turned into two,
Then half a dozen before the hour was through.
Nobody was waiting at home for him,
So he chased the beer with three shots of gin.

He stumbled outside the neighborhood bar;
His one bedroom apartment was not too far.
He started walking on unstable feet,
When a father and a young daughter he happened to meet.

“I wonder, Santa, if you can help us out;
My little Sarah is starting to have some doubt.
She told me tonight in her hospital bed,
That she thinks Christmas and Santa both are dead.”

“I snuck her out of her hospital room;
We were really lucky to find you so soon.
Could you please give her just one good reason
To still believe in the holiday season?”

He took a deep breadth of the cold winter air;
Even drunk he could feel the father’s despair.
He simply put his finger to the side of his nose
And let out three hardy, “Ho, ho, ho’s”.

“If you’re the real Santa,” she challenged him,
“Then what is my Christmas wish?”
“If he’s the real Santa,” she said to her Dad,
“He could give me my Christmas gift.”

Charlie looked at the father for a clue
He shrugged, not knowing what to say,
Somehow in an instant Charlie knew
And he answered Sarah in this way:

“You didn’t wish for toys or other things,
The way other kids do when they come to my place.
You just want your father to look at you
Without a sad look upon his face.”

She turned to her father and said through tears,
“I’m sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to make you sad.
But you really did find me Santa Claus,
This is the best Christmas I ever had.”

Charlie turned to the father and softly said,
“Now, I think it’s time you take her back.
Either way, things are going to be okay,
You need to accept that as a matter of fact.”

Charlie was left standing all alone,
As snowflakes started to fall.
In his loudest voice he shouted out,
“Merry Christmas and Good-night to all.”


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Christmas Eve In A Country Church

Sleigh bells jingle as o'er the crystal snow they glide,
To the little country church this Christmas Eventide.
Folks anticipate the fellowship that awaits them there,
As they celebrate His birth with carols, love and prayer!

Steeds were eased to hitching posts with a gentle "Whoa"!
Faithful and patient horses snort and paw the drifting snow.
Folks greet others with a special glow upon their faces,
With a "Merry Christmas to you" and unabashed embraces!

The old pastor had arrived about half-past five o'clock,
To stoke the potbellied stove to warm his faithful flock.
The organist who'd served nigh on fifty years in that capacity,
Was at her post pedaling the organ with strident tenancity!

The pastor with a short Christmas homily had his say,
Followed by the Sunday School's annual Nativity play.
A warming glow flooded the church with candlelight,
As the service closed with the singing of "Silent Night".

Though on this Holy Eve ,from cathedrals oratories occurred,
And ancient cantatas sung by thunderous choirs were heard,
The souls of this faithful, God-fearing congregation,
Were just as blessed by their simple Christmas celebration!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Joy Of Christmas Love

Just as snow begins to drift and fall
Outside still my lover comes to call
Yes the fire is toasty warm,and bright
On my rug we curl up nice and tight
For awhile we kiss and murmur sweet
Casually he gets me on my feet
Hanging in the door there's mistletoe
Reaches for me as our feelings grow
In his arms he twirls me and I sway
Soon we realize Santa's on his way!
Tree lights twinkle bright across the room
Merry Christmas on our lips does bloom
At long last I unfold from his arms
Softly pull away from all his charms
Let us give each other just one gift
On to pretty packages we drift
Very soon it will be Christmas Day
Ending the night,we listen for that sleigh!