Christmas Eve and he worked late again.
As he trod through drifts of pristine snow,
he saw a bottle passed among homeless men.
Two months mortgage he did owe;
Fear of living on the street filled him with woe.
Shops had closed early;
except for Christmas lights his path was dark.
He had no gifts for his wife Shirley
and his children would wake to a tree so stark.
He shivered in the roaring winds of winter’s bark.
It was then he looked up and saw the light –
a huge star shaped like a cross.
The lower beam shone so bright
that he followed it until a church he came across
and the manger in front of it gave him pause.
Nestled up next to Jesus in the crib bed
was a golden retriever lying peacefully.
Tied round the dog was a velvet sack scarlet red
and he neared the manger ever so cautiously
hoping he’d found the perfect gift for his family.
He picked up the dog, but the untied sack grew,
filled with gifts with name tags for all his clan.
There was money in a card with his name on it too.
A fearful soul might have turned and ran,
but the card read, “Merry Christmas from the Savior of man.”
*Entry for Francine's English Quintain Contest,
written on November 30, 2011.
It’s fortunate to say
A mother named Mary became
And gave us a child with a name
And all on the earth
Were all to be treated the same
He stood as a stone
But was broken and torn
Just all the same
And some want to forget
And not to relive
Anymore of his pain
And not any of the blame
Who ask how is it before
You ever were born
You were already giving a name
They cannot believe
In anyway conceive
That any love you can give
Comes just from a name
Why stay in the dark?
You know just who you are
When in the beginning
The way was lit
For you all, by a star
Not to believe that love
And the promise of it
Comes just from a name
But still the message is true
That is for all of you
Treat everyone the same
To believe we should not
Will always be why
Many of our children, still cry
And to live and let live
Be happy to give
You won’t even try
It is fortunate to say
Mother named Mary became
And is here to remind us
As we all lose our aim
But to remember this day
A woman named Mary became
The one who gave us
The child with a name
written 10-17-13 revised 11/24/14
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
A Rose by Any Other Name
Wouldn’t you know it
The French people rule
Inventing a pill
That makes farting cool
A wee little pill
You take when you eat
So that gas from your cheeks
Smells ever so sweet
Violets or roses
Or chocolate perfume
Instead of foul odors
Permeate the whole room
They even have those
You can feed to your dog
If you’ve got the kind
That lets out a foul fog
And a special this week
If you buy at least three
They will send you a fourth
And the shipping is free
I don’t make these things up
Get some for your pets
Or for your dad and mom
May your holiday smells
Be something you’d like
That’s a holiday wish
From your old Uncle Mike
My name may not be special, and it may be very plain,
It may be John or Mary, it may be Mike or Jane.
But I know a name that’s sweeter than any name on earth,
And this is that great season we celebrate His birth.
One day a special angel named Gabriel came to say
Unto a virgin woman, “You’ll have a son some day,
And you will call Him Jesus, for He will come this way
To save all of His people from sin and sad dismay.”
That night there in a stable this precious child was born,
And now we celebrate it on every Christmas morn.
His name is far more precious than any name before
For unto you was born then the Savior, Christ, the Lord.
One day He died on Calvary His blood to shed for me,
To give mankind salvation abundant and so free.
I bowed in prayer to trust Him, forgive me from my sin,
He wrote my name in heaven, a new life did begin.
So now this Savior Jesus is the sweetest name I know,
He knows my name in heaven where some day I will go.
If YOU don’t know this Savior, He calls from heaven above,
“Trust My name for salvation, receive My gift of love.”
And when you do, He’ll give you eternal life so free,
And write YOUR name in heaven, forever there to be!
Written for our children's Christmas program at church, 2011
As the priest walked by she headed for the door
Or at least she would try as the people began to pour
Slowed to a tip toed pace she began looking around
And it was by God's Grace in what she had now found
For just off to her right among a crowd so tame
A tree came into sight with each decoration a name
There was Sarah and Joe, Paulina, Thomas and Claire
So many names among the glow she decided to pick a pair
She took the Sarah and Joe as Paulina, Thomas and Claire went too
Speak of love as a show well these people knew what to do
For as she looked back the cool breeze whipping through the door
Names that were once packed well she could see no more
It filled her heart to see so much love being shown
For that is also how it used to be before she had grown
Their pain and sadness she felt as she held back the tears
As all that bitterness began to melt from all those tough lean years
In giving she received what no one else could give
So long being deceived she finally started to live
For it is in helping others that a great gift was returned
As we are all sisters and brothers such a lesson to be learned
In this season many are in need
Send Your angels to comfort and lead
Robotics is taking over and jobs are lost
Employment downsizing is a mighty cost
Companies are moving south of the border
Families are frustrated with sleep disorder
Help those struggling for an anchor
Save their homes from the mean bankers
Preserve their cars for the family and work
Bless their finances and allow them some perks
Many are trying and the obstacles won’t go away
Open new doors for them as a sign to a new day
Look upon the management at their work sites
Teach bosses how to lead and manage in Your light
Transform the hearts of those who are discontented
Preserve those who are about to be railroaded
There is enough prosperity in Your world for all
There is no earthly reason why a family should fall
Touch the heart of those in power
Show that by each and every hour
That Your love and grace will preserve
Even the little people who deserve
The blessings of life in their hearts
Your love and mercy will never depart
In Your name we pray
Bless each heart today
In the precious name of Your Son
I know that the battle is won
This is Your season of grace
Keep them in Your embrace
it's just a Christmas stocking
green with fluff around the top
the difference is the love I feel
your pet name for me across the top
hung by the mantel with all of the rest
displayed for friends and family to see
adding me to your holiday list
our first together with many more to come
as we check the names off as we buy
shopping together for the gifts we need
this promises to be the best Christmas yet
your name is at the top of my list