In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music of a Midnight Clear
With reverent voices, in joyful mode
A sacred song of long ago
A velvet night while stars appear
Old carols sung on captured ear
Around a piano, where candles glow
Outside the air, with breath of snow
A fireside, where flames enchant
Old memories, from lips recant
'Neath mistletoe, two lovers kiss
A soul renewed, a spirit lifts
Some lift their glass to make a toast
While others sing of Heavenly Host
Beneath a tree, the children guess
Then off to bed, with kisses blessed
In harmony that the angels hear
Sweet music about a Midnight Clear
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
(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.
Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012
God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2013
Who is knocking on my door tonight?
Debt collectors! Those thugs that we'll ignore
Yuletide woes being sung by my spouse
While we've drawn the shades, and doused the lights!
Everyone knows a turkey and some mistletoe
Would help to make the season bright
But we'll be eating beans, 'cause our pocketbooks are lean
Oh! We're out of Tums!!......The house could blow tonight !!!
They say that Santa's on his way
But our petty cash won't jingle much today
So this mother hen is going to cry
Because her hungry chicks won't have an egg to fry!
And so, I'm offering this simple phrase....
To folks from one to ninety two
Although the recession....is behind our depression...
Merry Christmas, ....Boo Hoo !
(Lyrics written to the tune "The Christmas Song" )(written by Mel Torme)
For Tammy Ream's Contest: "Who Is Knocking On MY Door?"
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
On the First day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A starfish from the vast sea
On the Second day a Christmas my true love gave to me...
Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Five pearl rings,Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling, and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eight eerie eels, Seven seals swimming,Six silver dollars,Five pearl rings,Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Nine Norway lobsters, Eight eerie eels,Seven seals swimming,six silver dollars,five pearl rings, four whales waving,three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters,eight eerie eels, seven seals swimming, six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eleven teeny frog eggs, Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, Eight errie eels, Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawing and a starfish from the vast sea
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
An aquarium to keep them happy, Eleven teeny frog eggs, ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, eight eerie eels , seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea.
"remix 12 days xmas song"
Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011
Compassion’s finger strums another note,
He listens as the angels start to sing,
Recalling lines from what apostles wrote,
Indwells the spirit held by Heaven’s king.
Succinctly spoken leaving soul in tune,
The gifts we need are never under trees,
Mosaic mustard seeds lit by the moon,
Aspires our gaze and prayers on bending knees.
Submits himself to love and sounds of grace,
Mistrust no longer drowns and mutes his heart,
United song with Christ, him to erase
So many sins in mercy to impart.
In essence, life and hope beyond today.
Contrasts the world, as it dissolves away.
Contest: Your absolute best
Sponser: The Seeker
Contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponser: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2015
There are twenty four days
left to Christmas and already
small children dream of toys;
isn't there a better way
for them to forget the cold
and see some magic unfold?
Skinny Willy has built a snowman,
he's getting ready for a winter's tan;
his cheeks are turning red like strawberries,
but funny is his belly stuffed with jellybeans
and California sweet cherries...
he has shaken many trees!
He and Santa make a perfect pair,
munching on a delicious eclair;
oh, laugh skinny Willy: beware of naughty Billy...
he will knock down your snowman so quickly!
Skinny Willy has built a snowman
with a grim face and a funny chin;
all he wants is fast Christmas music and eat
mom's ginger cookies while swinging his long feet!
Written on 12/1/ 2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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 ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
With cheerful hearts we join in celebrations
in our simple, quiet upstate town
and Main Streets' decorations look so pretty
laced with the snowflakes that are falling down
We'll take a ride to look at all the houses
that delight us with their bright displays
and when we go downtown to do some shopping
we hum to carols that the speakers play
On Christmas Eve we gather with our neighbors
with our families and beloved friends
and happily as we are joined together
our hearts fill with the joy this season sends
As we are sharing goodies and our laughter
Christmas songs play on the radio*
These simple celebrations are a treasure
that I have been so blessed to come to know
*One tradition that I love in the small upstate
New York town I live in is that our local radio station
plays Christmas music from Christmas Eve through
Christmas Day and always seems to be a part of our
gatherings. They play music on Main Street throughout
the year but the Christmas tunes are always the loveliest!
Inspired by Carolyn Devonshires' Christmas in Your Town contest
Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009
To be in a young America ~
visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July
thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen
films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain
exciting new visions of creating new concepts
before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see
The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood
American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom
How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?
When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles
Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream
leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time
Cereal being a cheap snack for after school
school supplies costing twenty dollars
Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty
before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~
2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp
Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question
The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice
Never forgetting our Motor city
Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye
What happened to us ? Where did America Go ?
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
A combination of Prose and Free Verse:
The most thrilling and inspirational piece of music ever to reach my
ears is, without doubt, Handel's Messiah. I've never known anyone
who could experience a performance and remain unmoved by this
stirring composition. There is not a doubt in my mind that Handel
was inspired by God's Holy Spirit while writing the brilliant oratorio.
Since its first performance in 1742, Messiah has remained one of the
most popular works in music. From all accounts, Handel was surely
driven to push himself to the limit in its completion.
George Frideric Handel (1685-1759) was a German-born organist and
composer. He was born in Halle and began taking music lessons at the
age of seven. By the time he was 12, he was assistant organist at the
Halle cathedral. As a youth, he had a typical Lutheran education, and
began his work as a composer at the age of 18. Three years later, he
moved to Italy and worked there for several years, becoming one of
the most popular composers of Italian opera. He composed 46 Italian
operas, over 100 Italian solo cantatas, 32 oratorios, and many other
works. His anthem for the coronation of George II has been used for
all subsequent coronations. As an organist, he was considered without
At the age of 27, he moved to England, lived in London until his death,
and is buried in Westminster Abbey. He was 56 when he abandoned
opera and dedicated himself to composing oratorios. Messiah was the
first, and was presented in a theater in Dublin in 1742. Less than ten
years later, blindness forced him to give up composing but he remained
active. He conducted a Holy Week performance of Messiah the day before
he died. It was told of Handel, that he was so engrossed in his work during
the composition of Messiah, that he shut himself away in his study and
would not come out until it was completed. His housekeeper would bring
his food on a plate, knock on the door, and set the tray on the floor. When
she would return to retrieve the dishes, the food was invariably untouched.
He felt the excitement of true inspiration, and the urgency of recording it.
As he emerged, gaunt and unkempt, his eyes shone with an inner radiance,
and he declared that he had “. . .seen the great God himself.”
The power of this work has inspired millions since its first performance. The
text is a collection of quotations gathered from the Bible by Handel’s friend
Charles Jennens. It illustrates the foundations of Christianity in a series of
musical numbers that parallel the prophecy of Christ’s coming, his birth, life,
death, and resurrection. The main reason for the popularity of Messiah lies
in its glorious choruses, which display a variety of mood and technique.
“And the Glory of the Lord” is a happy dance-like chorus in triple time. In
“Surely He hath Borne our Grief's,” Handel portrayed grief with solemn
rhythms and thick harmony. The thrilling “Hallelujah Chorus” shows Handel
as a master of choral effects.
This poem was inspired by reading about George Frideric Handel's passionate
experience during the writing of Messiah.
What's That I Hear?
The bells are ringing,
The angels are singing,
do you hear?
They are telling the story
The Son is exalted, exalted.
Handel's Messiah is heard
in heaven, as always.
What a gift God gave us
through one man,
willing to listen.
listen with your heart,
what do you hear?
Reference: The Columbia Encyclopedia - Second Edition, 1950
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
Come caroling on Christmas Day, my love.
Hark merry sounds, one spirit sings as two.
Rise carols high above white turtle dove
In flight with cardinals of reddest hue.
Sing loud of peace and joy and jingle bells
Together as we glide o’er sparkling field.
More music blends with wind and wintry smells -
All spice, pine cones and tasty treats concealed.
Snow powders us in magic, soft and white.
My hands and heart are warmed by you so near.
Until the day retreats in full moon light,
Sing tenderly into my loving ear.
If New Year, like a thief, takes you away,
Could you return to me 'fore Christmas Day?
Written 12/9/15 for Andrea's Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
C heers to the children as they sing in choirs,
H ear their voices,their wish this Yuletide;
R efrains are tunes of their pure heart’s desires:
I n all nations, may love and peace reside.
S ee the stars of dreams in their loving eyes,
T heir three-colored candles shimmer their lights,
M ay the spirit of sharing strengthens ties
A nd no more hate nor war, their future’s night.
S ilver and golden bells hang on pine trees,
M agically ring in carols of kids;
U nwinding notes in tuneful melodies,
S ay, save their lives and give the joy they need.
I ncreasing the volume of this music-----
“C hildren have the wands of Christmas magic.”
All Rights Reserved
Dec. 20, 2015. 12.25pm
Contest: Something New: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2015
Where voices now rejoice in song
And echo through the night,
We join the festive "sing along"
Where voices now rejoice in song
With carols - - it's where we belong;
A fellowship by candlelight
Where voices now rejoice in song
And echo through the night.
Copyright © John Foster | Year Posted 2008
I'm locking up my house, because it's that time for thieves.
I need to Santa proof my place, because It's Christmas Eve.
If he does get in, I'm going to run and hide.
I left out some milk and cookies with rat pellets inside.
While he's eating the cookies and he's starting to sweat.
The reindeer will be caught in security nets.
"I'm sorry boys and girls, but Santa has to retire!"
I'm going to tie him to the tree and set poor Santa on fire.
Then I'm going to take the toys and keep them all to myself.
Even though I've been bad, no coals will be on my shelf.
Merry Christmas to me! This year is going to be grand!
I'll get whatever I want, if Christmas goes as I planned!
Wearing Santa Claus' suite I'll get in houses without keys.
In twenty seven minutes I'll rob twenty seven trees!
So all you little brats, don't you cry and sob.
With the recession and depression, I just needed a job.
A lot of things are going to change, but you all shouldn't be sad.
Now that I'm the new Santa, It doesn't matter who's bad.
I'll use the elves as my slaves and the toys will still come.
Instead of a Nintendo, you'll get a gallon of rum.
Toy guns are for babies, how about the real thing?
A candy neckless won't impress, I'll make sure that it's bling.
You said you wanted a pony? How about a deer that can fly?
No more lousy presents, no more socks, or bad ties.
Wait... Wait a minute... Was that all just a dream?
Why do I only have coal under the tree and in my stocking?
Santa please come back! I promse I'll be better next year!
I promise I'll be good and I'll spred more Christmas cheer!
Did Santa Claus come back? Did he come like I thought he should?
No Santa didn't, but next year I'll be good!
I'll only do what is right, aleast to his satisfaction.
So he comes back to my house, and my plan goes back into action!
Copyright © Travis Flasnick | Year Posted 2009
My son upon this Christmas Eve
I reminisce of midnight hours
Your fingers dancing over tenuous keys
And the emotions your talent empowers
I couldn't comprehend how you taught yourself to play
Or just how this symphony of one became
The songs you have inside of you like heaven on display
I revel in your poignant craft uniquely unprofaned
It's true that your propensity
Can lean toward darkened depth
A common vein for artists
To be moody and depressed
For your pain releases beauty
by your gift it's voice relates
You know your in the masters company
of Mozart, Bach, and Hemingway
So when your struggles weigh
As the sea laden oceans sand
Take your seat and breathe
Stretch out your feral hands
Creating an instrumental euphoria
For the lonely and the damned
Open the gate to moods your feigning
Though others will misunderstand
Christmas Eve and it's memories
This flashback came my way
Of your very first piano
The best investment I ever made
But one day when I'm aged and old
It will be you who cares for me
Play for me then on that Christmas Eve
With your love in every stroke
Copyright © Sarai Romani | Year Posted 2013
The Scrooge Christmas Musical
Hiding in bed is poor Scrooge
His antigravity boots too huge
To hold him down from bad spirits
Only there to teach him new lyrics
Created on 12/04/14 for - Andrea Dietrich - A Christmas Character Clerihew – Poetry Contest
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2014
Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?
When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"
The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.
It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!" she displeasingly uttered to herself.
There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.
But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing,
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.
Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...
Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009
One afternoon Martha the mother of Jack, who was in her early eighties, told an amazing story about her son while having coffee in the parlor with her neighbors; it was a weekly gathering to discuss about the Holidays, or just gossiping about people they met at the supermarket or at the Pet store. She gently sat in her Queen Anne chair and leg-crossed, she started to speak. Her gaze went back to Jack's adolescent days when her home echoed with his exciting screams when he played with Snoopy knocking down every toy in his way. She didn't mind, as long as Jack was having fun. She opened her diary and stared everyone in the eyes demanding attention, then her story began while outside the first snowflakes fell on the road rekindling the Christmas spirit.
Jack, was such a smart cookie, perhaps a-would-be-genius. He taught himself how to play the piano by watching his mom. He sat right next to her learning simple melodies. His favorite was, " Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star".
On Christmas Day while her mum was baking cookies for all the neighborhood kids who would stop by to play with Jack, something wonderful happened. She rushed into the living room and Jack was at the grand piano playing a beautiful melody, she recognized it and was behind herself. " How did you learn how to play? She asked him. " Easy, mom...I have been watching you for days and I have learned all the notes! " " But you are only eight! " She exclaimed by covering her mouth with her hands as Jack giggled, " Mom. aren't you going to give me a hug?" " Of course, I am so proud of you, and I can't wait to tell your dad! " She picked him up and hugged him tenderly like the cutest puppy who needed a reward for his good behavior. " O little Mozart, play your music until I die! " Her joy was overwhelming as if he had fulfilled a prophecy of a prodigious child.
A week later another amazing event occurred. Jack wasn't in his room playing with his firefighter truck and police cars, but instead he was putting notes on the staff. with a black pencil, he filled out the music sheet completely. His song was entitled, " Sweet Mom ". Being a novice, he chose the easiest key, which was C major. But the chords were missing and he hoped that his mom, who was a music teacher, would have put them above the staff to finish the song. He was certain it would be a hit song. Martha realized that her son did what Mozart did: when he wrote his first melody, perhaps out of whim, not knowing that he would become one of the most famous composers of his time.
Entering the room, she panicked not seeing Jack playing. " Jack, Jack, where are you? "
Her voice vibrated inside the quite bedroom. " I am here mom, I have a present for you!" " Oh, dear son, you got me worried...I thought you had gone out to play in the backyard with Jim next door! " " No, mommy...I was writing a song for your birthday! "
" A song for me?" " Yes , mommy...a song for the sweetest mom in the entire world! "
She glanced at it, and burst into a joyful cry, " O my god, you are a composer...another little Mozart! " " Thank you, Mom...I wrote it because I heard that songs make lots of money today, not in Mozart's day! " He exclaimed with childish, unrestrained joy. "
Last evening I overheard you telling dad that you needed money to buy a new car, and this bright idea came to me." " Thank you Jack, I accept this wonderful present from your beautiful heart! " And saying so, she gave him the most tender hug ever,
filling up his frekled cheeks with her happy tears.
Written on 5/5/2016
Contest Judged on 5/7/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
When their very young dad went to jail,
they surely lived in a realistic Hell...
I would hear the youngest one cry over an article she read.
Who had taken her daddy away was too cruel;
nothing they said would make her understand,
why didn't the harsh judge break some rule?
The judge's sentence was based on actual fact,
no pleads from the children softened her hard heart as she read the sentence,
" He committed this crime to feed his family so ashamed of his act,
and even dragged his younger brother along to help him steal by cutting fences. "
Then she made an eye-opening statement, " I must abide by the Law,
I am a judge of justice and fairness...not much I can do in this case;
let him behave and his sentence will be reduced in ten years. "
Everyone in the courtroom started to sob...tears began to flow.
I visited them often, and they seemed different people who couldn't admit
what he did was wrong, assuming he was innocent;
their smiles became cheerless, their words loveless:
a part of them was taken away, lost to hopelessness...
the younger daughter locked herself into her room,
refused to talk to anyone and building that wall deepened her gloom.
Even this year they will not celebrate Christmas with the old thrill,
shopping for presents in crowded malls has lost that excited will,
not even the merriest Santa can make them smile with a jingle bell;
and he must think that they are strange kids who don't love the Holidays,
perhaps reading them the Nativity Story will change their moody ways...
and to bring this family together will take patience and lots of prayers.
How would I ask Jesus, the new-born, who would love to see these kids at midnight?
They must show love to make this miracle happen on Christmas Eve; it has to start
with a heartfelt wish and deep faith, then the Heavens will suddenly open up...
as angels will descend to sing the hymn they sang before they desperately wept.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
I want to tell you a story,
about one Christmas morning.
The snow was falling,
and the wind was roaring.
Holly and Christmas ferns decorated the door.
Gifts piled high around the tree on the floor.
Home baked goods from the kitchen filled the air.
The children opened their gifts with great care.
Time stood still for a moment when,
I reached for the box to open.
The box was white like snow.
Delicately tied in a big red bow.
Inside the box was a gift for me.
A tiny silver bell laid silently.
I picked it up and it begin to ring.
The music of Christmas, so charming.
My little girl said, "I hope you like your present too."
"Every time you ring the bell, a note of love from me to you."
A silent tear fell from my eye.
What a beautiful gift, and such a surprise.
I placed the bell on the mantle with care.
Even today it still sits there.
This happened many years ago.
The Christmas box with the big red bow.
A tiny silver bell plays a precious tune.
A note of Christmas joy from me to you.
Copyright © shannon farlouis | Year Posted 2010
Crisp winter, dust of snow, shivering fun
Hint of celebration flow around town
Reaching the sheer beauty of the season
Impatient chimneys burning slowly down
Santa baby will climb down to a waltz
Taming him with tantalizing taffy
Mistletoe kisses with buzz somersaults
Above ragamuffins warm and cozy
Sleeping dreaming of presents they’ll open
Magic of the night affairs in the stars
Under fuzzy quilt while wind rings the chimes
Sounds of soft footsteps coming down wood stairs
Impatient to see Santa’s good tidings
Children’s eyes light up with joy. Exciting!
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015
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
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
Homecoming through furrows of snow
Absent is the dreariness of past days
Popping balloons to celebrate this event
Portents of laughter diminish long miles
Inclement is winter with its biting cold
Nobody seems annoyed on this snowy day
Exuberant spirits tune to a Christian Station
Simply stupefied by the wonderment around
Slumberous and white is the tamed landscape
Entered in John Hamilton's contest
" Happiness- Acrostic "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 18/ 2015
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
Here’s a little story bout Cajun santa
He lives in the swamp in Louisiana
You can be naughty or you can be nice
Cajun Santa will never think twice
He’s not like the santa from the cold North Pole
You will never get a stocking with a lump of coal
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells ha yee ha yeee and of they go
Makin homemade toys with Mrs. Clause
Wearin nuttin but a smile and his Christmas draws.
No fancy red suit for Cajun clause
He will bring dem toys in his over alls
He will load dem toys on his ol pero
No flyin reindeer just a white tail doe
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells out ha yee ha yeee and of they go
Now Cajun santa doesn’t have any elves
So you can save da milk and cookies all for yourselves
But you can make him happy before he’s got ta go
Just serve em up a bowl of hot Gumbo
He wont get in a hurry and he.s kinda slow
Member he’s a bringin dem toys with a white tail doe
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells out ha yee ha yeee and of they go
If Cajun santa wants to be seen
You can find him on bourbon in New Orleans
Throwin mardi gras beads from his ol pero
Bein pulled by a gator or his white tail doe
Now its summer time for Santa and if he gets his Christmas wish
At least once a day he will eat Crawfish
Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He screams into the night go Saints go
Copyright © mack toler | Year Posted 2015
Corners brightened by Christmas' lights dispel ugly grins
Halls of the big house are adorned with true artistic craft
Revere for His birth is heard in those sumptuous hymns
Inside walls display beautiful ornaments of red velvet
Spiritual songs declare the glory descending on Earth
Tempo and beat swiftly increase, then decrease at times
Myriads of shoppers roam streets with foaming breath
Above the cold sky echoes with carols of perfect rhymes
Surrendering the observers feel a faith they had never had
Minimizing his discomfort, the sad haggard whistles a choon
Urgent is the need of the orphan, a gift makes him very glad
Surging from the dark ocean, stars reveals the splendid moon
Imminent is the attraction it draws from cold faces in a rush
Consuming their delight with brisk smiles while noises hush.
Entered in Andrea Dietrich's contest,
" Something New: A Christmas Sonnet- Acrostic
My pick: Christmas Music
Written on 12/20/2015
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
’Twas about eight o’clock,
And I dreaded the knock,
The Carollers of pure light,
With such Christian might.
They were to be an example,
To my atheistically driven amble,
To encourage me to sing along,
In next years Christmas song.
My age and so my friends,
My calibre was not my ends,
So I didn’t come out my room,
Until nine o’clock did loom.
They grinned and laughed,
Evangelically so dashed,
But I kept my self dignity,
For no more ambiguity.
I never sang the next year,
With them, crooked in fear,
Awkwardly standing open,
Maybe to fall over stricken.
There was a disabled person,
At church, same condition,
But he was never normal,
As I was when informal.
Hymns never relaxed me,
Just petrified a lover to be,
So to demand on me disability,
Would’ve been inhumanity.
They talked to me at church,
About why I’d left in the lurch,
Families who wished a song,
Would in spirit come along.
So I just got over them,
Allegations and their stem,
Which set them up above,
The things that I do so love.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
I am listening to some wonderful music this season.
The Trans-Siberian Orchestra is the reason.
The sounds they produce are a sensation.
Combining modern sounds with classic is a fascination.
Such glorious Christmas music is what they play.
They have me in the spirit for the holiday.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
Carols are singed by melodious choirs
Holiday wreaths decorate your front door
Remembrances are a thread of sweet memoirs
Icicles form in the freezing outdoor
Stockings hang in the pine trees with small toys
Tinsel garland decoration sparkles
Mistletoe is waited for girls and boys
Advent is the season that out sparkles
Stars twinkle as a shining guiding light
Mince pie is served in the festive table
Uplifting atmosphere with candlelight
Sharing photos are cherishable
Incarnation of our holy Savior
Create miracles in our behavior
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015
I've missed you honey.
The kids are not home.
I can't wait until you're home.
So that we can get busy.
So that you can rock around,
The Christmas tree with me.
I've got mistletoe all over me.
Come on honey let's play,
All over the house! My holly berries,
Are filled with juice so,
Come on ,you fun loving man,
We can play all night and all day.
You can gift wrap me and open,
Me up, of your loving I can't get
Enough! We don't have to be,
Quiet as a mouse. There is no,
One here. The neighbors will,
Know our names again. Oh well,
We heard theirs yesterday!
I want us to deck the halls,
With screams and shouts,
And moans and groans,
Until the cows come home.
It's lovely weather for a,
Sleigh ride on top of you.
Baby it's cold outside,
The mistletoe is hung
On me. Hey jingle me
All the way all night
And all day. The carol
Of the bells will ring
For each round of
Us rocking around
The Christmas tree.
Untinsel me. Take off
My garland. Turn off
The lights. Unwrap my,
Skirt. Your candy cane,
Will licked and not bitten,
And and the Christmas tree,
Stand I'll be sitting.
My ornaments you may
Move to the side,
And on the cane I'll slide.
I will soon sing,
Or rest you merry man
After you sing, let it snow,
Let it snow, let it snow.
You'll then shout a laugh,
Ho, ho, ho, Merry
Christmas to you and,
To you a good night.
You rocked with me,
Around the Christmas tree
With all of your might.
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010