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 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
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
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