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Details | Free verse | |

Christmas, Minus One

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays a candle is continuously lit.
       It is in your memory to let you know I'll never forget.
Each year that passes gets harder than I like to admit.
       I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.
Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.
       I admit when you passed I wasn't mentally stable.
You would be proud of me because eventually I pulled myself together.
       I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn't be here forever.
You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel.
       This candle along with your memory helps me to heal.
It's kinda like you're right here with me.
       I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.
Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.
       Inside my heart resides your eternal flame.



*I love you momma Merry Christmas Queen.....
Billie Jean Alexander Lopez...May 1, 1937 - July 26, 2007


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…


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The Recession Killed Christmas

December is here: it's cold outside, but there is no Christmas spirit
A massive loss of jobs and homes is what it took to kill it.

The love and cheer of the season is something from years past
The rich have gotten richer, eliminating the middle class.

Streets are gray and gloomy with no shimmering, holiday decorations
There's no Salvation Army bells due to lack of monetary donations.

Black Friday was a flop though the stores won't report it
The Malls' attempts of seasonal cheer are feeble, lame and sorted.

Dollar Stores and Goodwill are where people are spending their money
If it wasn't such a tragic trend, it may be somewhat funny.

Job loss is the diet making mom and dad look thinner
Soup Kitchens are the rage providing Christmas dinner.

It's recession for the holidays, we need no Grinch to steal it
Poor spirit of Christmas, the economy done killed it.














Details | Narrative | |

An Inmates Dark Christmas

An Inmates Dark Christmas....
It was the first Christmas right after my momma passed away.
Any other Christmas I'd be making the best of the situation, but it was a very dark day!
It was a day I wanted to escape from, and nothing could distract my mind.
My body felt so numb, and the pain fed off of me being confined.

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I laid on my bunk in a funk in that cold dark cell.
I was emotionally drunk, and that Christmas day was pure hell!
I pictured my momma in my minds eye, we were hanging decorations on the Christmas tree.
It was at that moment I wanted to die, for I just knew I would succomb to insanity!

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
That day I even contemplated suicide, for the pain and loneliness was just too much.
A bonified emotional homicide, for my momma I would never see or touch!
That Christmas I was a man with an empty shell, and a troubled soul.
A day of pure hell, and alone in that cell became my dark little hole.

An Inmates Dark Christmas...
I thought that day would never end, but then Christmas was gone.
No family or friend, for I was still terribly alone!
Christmas is still the hardest day of the year, but I manage to get by.
And although I still shed a tear, at least I no longer wanna die!


By Jimmy Matthew Anderson for Constance La Frances contest "Your Saddest Christmas 
Ever"


Details | Couplet | |

The Ninth Of December

Daddy left Mommy, when I was two
She really didn't know what to do
Four little children under the age of six
Was a situation, she just could not fix

Christmas was coming, she didn't have a dime
The bills were piling up at the same time
She tried to focus on her belief,
Lost the battle and applied for relief

A county program, for the very poor
Barely kept the collectors from our door
So sad she was, by her lack of funds,
She couldn't buy presents, for her little ones

With grandma watching us, she left to go out
She never came home, we were forgot about
I was too young to remember Christmas that year,
It was years, before the whole story, I'd hear

Grandma tried hard to make it right,
She took care of us until Mom returned, one night
Branded in my memory, the day of her return
After nine long months, I would later learn

Mom never mentioned the time she was away
She loved us to the fullest every single day
Twenty-four years quickly flew by
When I think of the day it happened, I cry

God took my mother on the ninth of December
Unexpected, a loss I'll always remember
Going through her belongings, we came across.
A small newspaper article, that intensified the loss

How we found it I will  never know
This plea, with a picture, from so long ago
As I read the article, blurred by my tears
I was transported back, through the years

To a little girl on grandma's knee
Looking at a shabby, Christmas Tree
Crying for her mommy, who wasn't there
While grandma patted her silky hair

Grief, it hit me, no time to hesitate
When I saw the significance of the date
December ninth, the paper, said it all
Memory upon memory, I would recall

Two events, so many years apart
Yet, I could feel the child with a broken heart
Holiday Spirit, sad to say, I had none
Decorating that year without the usual fun

Mommies little tree, on a table it sat
Her homemade ornaments, and a tree mat
Going through the motions, I have to admit
All I wanted to do, was quit

Events don't shape us, they make us learn
Even grief, has its turn
Memories of a Christmas, thirty years past
Impressions, they fade, but still last


By Karla Null~Godsgift~

Your "Saddest" Christmas Ever Contest

Sponsored by Constance LaFrance~A Rambling Poet~










Details | Haiku | |

My Christmas Wish

Wish I can now see
All those faces that left me
To hear them say hi


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

The Sugar Cube House

Love is a season.
And holidays mark the seasons, and years 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 dark house with color.
The block was filled with a hundred lighted windows.
But the blackness of our own, somehow, seemed more appropriate.  

There was no Christmas tree in our house that 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.
Perry Como, I think it was, for I think I remember he sang "Ava Maria", and Dad got teary eyed.
My brother had come home from the Air Force earlier that week,
trying to help 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, waiting for Christmas.
                                 
As I finally headed for bed, I 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 shoe box that had kept the sugar cube house, safe, dry, and out of harm's way.

A sugar cube house 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 Good Housekeeping magazine that year,
and had surrounded it with little trees, and a oval mirror pond, and items we had found at the 5 and 10 cent store.  She had carefully packed it all away last year.
After her last Christmas.

Late into the night, I sat in the dimness of the house, laying out the sugary scene on the fireplace mantel....just 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, and had fallen asleep beside me.

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 Deb's Contest: A Christmas Tale
(Inspired by "The Match Girl" By H.C. Anderson


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Things To Give Away

Tarny was a little bear 
A teddy bear he be 
Coat was as white as snow 
To this we all agree 
. 
Tarny was a Christmas gift 
Given to a lady fair 
Was sent by her Tarnished Knight 
How she wished that he was there 
. 
Tarny wore a little coat 
Where pinned upon his sleeve 
A note from her Tarnished Knight 
Said "will you read me please " 
. 
"Sorry I can't be with you 
On this Christmas day 
I know its very hard for you 
That I'm so far away" 
. 
"So I am sending Tarny 
For you to now embrace 
I will be there very soon 
Then I will take his place" 
. 
"Tarny has a special gift 
He'll make your dreams come true 
Just close your eyes and make a wish 
You will see what he can do" 
. 
Tears now flowed from her eyes 
Squeezing Tarny oh so tight 
Closed her eyes and made wish 
To dream of the Tarnished one tonight 
. 
That was some time ago 
In another Christmas past 
Once there was hopes and dreams 
Somehow they didn't last 
. 
Tarny now is put away 
Never sees the light of day 
Shares a space with odds and ends 
In box of " things to give away" 
. 
Fleece once of snow flake white 
Now has stains of crimson red 
Came from a broken heart 
Oh! how Tarny bled 
. 
So if you find a little bear 
Slightly stained in red 
May not be a teddy 
But this Tarnished Knight instead 


Details | Rhyme | |

Merry Christmas In Heaven

Merry Christmas in Heaven
From all of us here
You're not forgotten on Christmas
Nor throughout the whole year
Your smile, your laughter
Your holiday cheer
Fill the air in this place
If I sit quiet, it's clear
Words can't express the sadness we feel
Though you're in Heaven without one single tear
I'll see you again behind golden gates
For Jesus is coming, I know it is near
Merry Christmas in Heaven
I wish you were here


Details | I do not know? | |

Devoid

As christmas mounts decembers passing
we huddle in your absence.
Our eyes earthbound in aversion
of the stinging words etched upon the marble.
A solitary magpie skipping over the crystallised blades
highlights my purpose at your graveside.
Your first christmas misspent in the depths of the earths
are my thoughts as my eyes thaw the ground beneath.


Details | I do not know? | |

Christmas without you

The first of many Christmas's will come without you here
I know it is the happiest time of the year
But not for our family will it be that way
For you wont be there that day

You wont be in your chair watching the kids play with thier toys
You wont be saying hay come here boys
Grandpa has a special gift just for you
An then say the same thing to the girls too

As you hug each one tight as you hand it to them
each one specialy picked as if they where rare gems
Everyone will be missing your smile
An I know it will be that way for quite a while


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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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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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 ......  "


Details | Free verse | |

CHRISTMAS HOPE


Christmas, my Christmas!
The tree is all set up
The lights are all bright
Yuletide bells ringing
Christmas music is singing
Colorful wreath adorns the doorway
A sprig of mistletoe atop the door frame
Christmas flowers are everywhere
A beautiful red velvety site!
The mountains are snow glad
Leaves of trees are Christmas humming
Gifts are all embellished with laces and ribbons
Food is still warm, untouched 
till the Christmas candles wear out

Now done with the hustle and bustle,
the waiting has begun 
                               again
And I cry,
           saying -
Christmas, my Christmas!
Where are you all these years?




Details | Verse | |

Virginity in the Christmas spirit

A precious little package, 
Marked with a V,
Was wrapped and sent to you
In the most dire of circumstances
That precious little package,
Which was marked with a V,
Was submitted into your possession,
A tad bit early.
That package can never be returned,
For there was a one-time policy.
A precious little package,
Was stamped with a V,
And also named my virginity.


Details | I do not know? | |

Christmas Eve

Christmas eve arrived tonight
Upon it’s holy trek
Forthcoming at this time of year
A time to pause and reflect
A room laced with garland
A tree’s lights glistening bright
Caroling to be sung
Upon this holy night
Moments filled with laughter
And sounds of glowing cheer
Love and merriment shared
Of each one held so dear
These are just memories
That fills my heart with gloom
There are no tree or presents
To fill this empty room


Details | Rhyme | |

Still Listening

Preface:  Written for my wife our 1st Christmas without Ryan.

Still Listening

Ryan heard me whisper,
Merry Christmas to his mother.
He hears Rob and Ronnie laughing,
at funny stories of their brother.
He hears the prayers, 
he hears the praise,
family and friends have given.
Ryan still hears everything,
while he waits for us in heaven.

The screams of fans in hockey rinks,
every time he scored a goal.
His fingers tap-tapping on the lid
of a brand new can of skoal.
The cymbals of his drumset,
Santa brought when he was seven.
Ryan can hear everything,
while he waits for us in heaven.

He heard our wails of anguish,
the warm night of August seven,
Ryan has heard everything,
patiently preparing for us in heaven.

So sit back, my love, 
and watch the boys unwrap,
as the Christmas tree's still glistening.
Close your eyes and whisper, 
"Merry Christmas, Ryan",
because I'm certain he's still listening.

c Copyright 2004


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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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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


Details | Narrative | |

My Saddest Christmas..12/27/'97 Pt. I

There were no premonitions, no feelings of sadness- no dreams
I picked up the phone in the kitchen; my brother-in-law’s voice greeted me
I could tell that he was stalling; thought my younger sibling had misbehaved, again
‘Alright, what’s she done now, and did you guys tell Mama?” I asked. ..(silence)
“Mama’s gone”. He said, almost inaudibly.  Not sure I’d heard correctly,
“What’d you say?”  I asked, feeling the rising fire…”Mama’s gone, Audrey”.
In shock I dropped the phone as I tried to stifle my wailing
Quite useless was my effort, as the family awoke from sleep
For hours I laid sprawled on the floor, no one could console me
The grief so overwhelmed me, left the deepest hole in my heart
When he called again, his voice breaking, he began to explain 
Mama spent days, making the Christmas pudding, a tradition in our family; 
Personally, she’d wrapped the ones to give as gifts - usually left for the children do
Mama’s house throughout the years was the meeting place
Where children, everyone congregated, practically every day
Christmas Day was joyful; friends too had dropped by to share the joy
She had danced with all her grandchildren; she was feeling very well
When I spoke with her early Christmas morning, she gave no sign of being ill

Cont'd
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Note:  By Audrey Carey
 Submitted To: “The Saddest Christmas, Ever” Contest
Sponsored by:  Constance La France, ~A Rambling Poet ~


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Hush of Christmas Past

white snow lay across the earth 
like a soft blanket 
families cuddle close 
before a welcoming fireplace 
trimming the tree 
laughing together
creating memories  
a time of hope and cheer 
young ones happy smiling faces 
looking at the bright tree 
waiting for Santa to bring presents 
maybe a treat 
hoping he knows they have been good
my dream would be to go back in time
when loving family surrounded me
memories are bittersweet
past Christmas images fill my mind 
bringing sadness and regret
So much heartache
please hush Christmas, let me forget


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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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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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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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CURRENTLY

1. Writing poetry in my boxers.

2. Trying to match the cracks on my iphone with the scars on my body.

3. Picking out a Disney movie to watch. Alice in Wonderland it is.

4. About to take a shower by candle light, and just listen to the movie and recollect the scenes I can remember.

5. Think.

6. Think a lot.

7. Make my Christmas list.

8. Pull out the Fortune Cookie paper I got recently.

9. Apply the message from the cookie to my Christmas list.

10. It reads, “Help love to keep living”


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The Following of the Pipes

On this cold winter night
A horror unfurls
As they leave their trenches
Under the Bagpipes skirl

It's Christmas Eve
In World War One
Over the top they leave
The killing has begun

Knee deep in mud
Barbed wire and bodies
The piper laments
Their bravery embodied

To march into battle
With their weapon of pipes
Whilst bullets and bombs
Leave the theatre in strife

Onward they march
Turning men into hero's
The battle of the Somme
Last centuries ground zero
 
What makes such a man
To enter a war
His weapon of music
That they follow him for

Amongst the men that fall
Others pick up their guns
When the piper falls
Their is no one

On this cold Christmas Day
The horrors have been unfurled
As one looks over the trenches
To a different world

But the very next day
In the distance you will hear
The sound of the Scottish Bagpipes
Leaving their enemy in fear



        In memory to all who fell at Christmas time, and especially to the pipers
who used music as their weapon, we will remember them, as all will be remembered




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-5.php




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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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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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Sequence


Christmas memories lost in frail mind. His family are strangers - eyes blank. Boyish thoughts of yore, Grandpa pretends, returns hugs with anxious smile – lonely.
for Dr. Ram's Cinqku Contest, 11/9/2014


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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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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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MEMORIES

Another Christmas approaching without you by my side 
Each passing one it gets better since the year you died
Not one passes without your memory coming in to play 
As one tear is shed as i awake Christmas day
I don't think there will be any ever quite the same 
Without your eyes for me to see or your voice calling my name
But as i awake Christmas day the memories will be there to greet me 
I will take all those cherished moments as i sit by the tree 
The boys will tare the paper open as they laugh and play
Your memory stays with us another Christmas day




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Christmas wish for momma

Don’t cry my very own little ones

I assure you I’ll be alright

For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus

For Upon you I shall shine a light

Maybe within the big bright sun

Or maybe the twinkling of a star

But may you find the comfort in light 

Of knowing from you I’m never far.

I’m on the glistening green grass

Within the bright morning dew

I’m in the warm breeze a blowing

Blowing my kisses right to you.

I’m in the soft gentle rain

That falls upon your face

I’m in those pure white blankets of snow

Holding you in my embrace.

I’m in the moon that shines so bright

On your darkest nights

I’m always in that great big blue sky

To show you your guiding light.

 So never feel you are all alone

Or you never have a friend 

Because I’ll always be right beside you

From now and all throughout the end.

I’m everywhere you go

And in everything you do

I’m in your heart and in your soul

For my love will always follows you.

The little girl watched with boundless tears

As her angel slowly faded away

“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said

“I’ll see you on Christmas day.” 


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The Nihilist - Five: Dog-Tired Days

Parallel went the universe someplace along the line
When autumn French-kissed winter with tongues of leaf and ice;
The lamp-posts dripped drab amber with a dark and dreary shine,
A devil's brew of garnished sleet, elemental egg-fried rice.
Night caved long and colder as day fell short, sedate,
And I felt somewhat older, in my heart a dying spark;
Crying out for love rekindling to alleviate the fate
Of departing in pitch-blackness and returning in the dark.
Tedious treadmill grinding as the Christmas pines were sawn,
Down in the valley decorations sagged and popped and spat;
Sizzling bulbs of neon death, ramshackle and forlorn,
Greeting cards from no one close had piled up on the mat.
My eyes blurred red and jaundiced in a fiery bourbon haze,
Well-past midnight I still sit and hungrily imbibe;
Toasting all the ghosts I knew throughout my dog-tired days,
On glitzy wrapping clawed the wishes I wished to inscribe.
Never has the relevance of nothing meant so much,
The face of unrequited love recedes in mist and snow;
The angels on the Christmas tree bestow no healing touch,
Pull up the covers, settle down, there's nowhere left to go…


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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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Widow's First Christmas - Revised (Rhyme)

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

   Presents neath the tree
   and our boy is one big smile,
   ain't gonna start cryin'
   hold on for awhile.

      God I miss you honey
      each and every day,
      Christmas time don't make no sense
      since you've gone away.

          Sure miss you carvin'
          your laughter filled with glee,
          can't get the Christmas spirit
          when you're not here with me.

             May the Lord bless you,
            keep you safe and sound,
            while we're havin'  His day
            down here on the ground.

               Happy Birthday, Jesus
               take care of my ol' man.
               We'll be doing Your party
               just the best we can.
        
                  Merry Christmas my love,
                  that you shall always be.
                  "Well, my goodness ...
                   watcha got there son, a present for me?"


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FALSE PROPHET

Oh dear! It’s December --- time again to look into my crystal ball.
A ball of thoughts in front of me, that I don’t need at all,
For I can see the images, portrayed from other years,
Where different circles feel the touch, of agony and tears.

The focus and the build up, always comes across the same.
We’ve indoctrinated to our culture, that Russian roulette game,
Not with one bullet in the gun, but alcohol and cars or shame,
To spoil the festive season, when commemorating the Lords name.

From that party’s endless pouring, where limits have no end,
Who pays the price of conscience, when someone has to send,
The messenger to bring the tears that flow from they close by
Who live Christmas as another day, with the question echoed, why?

I hear on the dates, the ninth, thirteenth, fifteenth or twenty-first,
The closer to our Christmas day, the more it seems the worst,
A shattered family claims a body. Gifts are silently held dear,
And Christmas Day is over, before the twenty-fifth is here.
 
And there’s the shame of letting out, what has been a lustful thought,
Loosened by a carefree attitude, the Christmas orgy bought.
One misdemeanor iced with lust, brings on magnitudes so great,
Where children, yes the children, have their Christmas filled with hate.

Family’s who have lost touch, not through distance from afar,
Believe that Christmas is the time, to heal the feuding scar,
Curt are greetings for the foe, for so long kept apart,
And soon the flame of alcohol awakes a murderous heart.

Through close knit societies, away from your very own,
A fragile crack can open, the time of peace and love is blown,
This may not happen close to you, where the path is smooth and clear,
Christmas comes and goes in perfect time. This is your lucky year.

Come January just look back. Ponder what you’ve heard and read.
Piece together one by one, the living, left and dead.
I know like me you will be touched, with every role that we recall,
It’s the lead up to each Christmas. I am no prophet after all. 




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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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Addressed To Heavens Gates

I send you a christmas poem written in words of rhyme
Sending it rush delivery hoping it reaches you in time
The stamp is are wedding photo addressed to heavens gates
Sent to my darling husband from your life time mate
I have the tree up now and how beautiful it is to see
Just like days gone by when their was Christmas with you and me
Ornaments i have made i have put here and there
A pretty bowl for candies for family and friends to share
Outside the lights are blue differant from last years white
They really still look beautiful just their not so bright
 Santa and Mrs clause sit beside the fireplace
Still putting a smile on every child's face
The boys are older now so for santa they don't believe 
Still they get excited when they see the gifts under the tree
I like to watch Christmas shows curled under a blanket i sit 
Or listen to Christmas songs with a candle lit
So darling i will close for now really not much more to say 
Just remember i am thinking of you now and Christmas day




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Chrissy's Home (Part II)

                      "You're not afraid- are you, Stacey?"  She giggled. "Don't you think you 
ought to slow down?" I mustered.  "We'll be alright," she said with a grin and kept 
on trucking, but when we parked, I almost responded as the Pope does when he 
deplanes.  However, that would have been too cynical; yet, when the Christmas 
holidays rolled around, I left the driving to Greyhound.
                     While at home, my Christmas was very merry, and New Year's Day 
was happy, until I received "the" call.  It was Chrissy's roommate, 
Belinda. "Stacey." She paused.  "Chrissy died yesterday." "What-?!"  I exclaimed 
softly, uncertain of what I had just heard. "The weather was bad on her way to 
church, and her truck hydroplaned into oncoming traffic," she responded.  "But 
they say she died instantly."  Then we silenced. 
                     As I clutched the Christmas card Chrissy had made for me, my heart 
bled with grief.  Although I felt a great sense of loss, I never blamed God or 
Chrissy's driving for the fatality. Neither did my eyes shed a tear, not because I 
repressed my emotions, but for the reason I shared at the BSU memorial service 
held in her honor. "This is not a time to mourn, but a time of joy to celebrate 
Chrissy's homecoming, as she would have wanted us to.  And we know where 
she is, where her heart has always been, home with Jesus." Yet alive here, 
Chrissy is in my heart and commemorated  in books throughout this country 
through the following poem I wrote with her in mind


When Special Moments Come Again
 
Moments come and go,
But special moments come again,
When the thoughts of you with me
Seem they never have an end;
As a touch brings back sensation
And a song triggers emotion,
A smell brings back the memories,
As a taste triggers the notion
That we'll always be together;
What we shared will never end,
And I know that you're right here
When special moments come again.


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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 past

I sit still in a house of tranquillity,
Thinking of times long past.
Remembrances of a child,
Of childish delights and pleasures.
Of times spent with my grandparents,
Of Feelings of love and wellbeing.
Of family and Christmas spent together.

No longer do I hear the sound of their laughter,
Nor feel the comfort of their presence .
They have abandoned this world,
And have left a hole in my heart 
A void that can never be filled.

Childish joy’s no longer fill my soul,
Life has stripped away the illusions of youth,
Laying bare the true futility of life
To be and then to be no more.
The endless cycle of life and death.

Ah! Then the miracle of Christmas arrives
Renewing, filling my soul once more.,
And the visions of childhood stream back,
They race through my mind 
A torrent of Images, feelings, love.
Of family and joyful times spent together,
I am again a child.
And dwell in the love of those now gone.


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barrett

laughter came so easy
upon that christmas day
simple prayers answered
as you'd come to find your way

i'd held you as a child
and taught you the word ' no'
to read between the lines 
when there's nowhere else to go

from running in the park
to just sitting on the stoop
it seemed that time raced on 
til it caught you in a loop

did you find the answer
in the music that you wrote
a drum beat for a melody
in a time that's now remote

can the world we're in now
ever know what has been lost
sun has set on christmas day
without you, at such a cost