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Details | Quatrain | |

A Christmas Snow

It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.

I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.

Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.

Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.

My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.






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


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A Homeless Man's Christmas Wish

Christmas day is coming soon
I can hear the little drummer boys beat 
As I sleep under a stack of newspapers
At my home here on the street
I have no shade from the summer heat
No shelter from a spring storm
When autumn and winter roll around
I have no blanket to keep me warm
I have no one to talk to 
No doctor to keep me well
My life is like the seventh circle
Of an everlasting hell
I have no feast on Thanksgiving
On my birthday, I have no cake
Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed
I pray and hope I won't wake
I think about the man I used to be
The one that died so long ago
Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature
Who I don't even know
Now that Christmas is here again
I pray to the good Lord above
For a gift that most don't appreciate 
Filled with lots of happiness and love
I'm not talking about material things
I can get by without any of that
All I want is a house and a family
Complete with a dog and  a cat
I wish every single Christmas season
That my dear, sweet Lord would send me
A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces
Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree
We would have a most amazing feast
A rack of lamb tied up with a bow
Then we would all get bundled up
And go caroling in the snow
Oh, how glorious that would be
To have a family and a few friends
To have people who love me
Even after this life ends
God please hear my prayers
And answer them if you can
Just grant one simple Christmas wish
To this old homeless man


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The Red Symphony

A self-written poem begun in Christmas Time,
While it tasting the soup and looking for rhyme.
In the kitchen, neighbor with the quiet tomato paste,
The sorcerer's apprentice, a poet pretty well placed
Near Soups (ciorbe) with characteristic sour taste
With luminous face and much grace added the rest:
As he was sipping and tasting from raw and cooked.
His group had a passionate look at what was booked
For the dinner: These might be meat and vegetable soups.

They had to choose till the coming of the helping troops
For the pig`s sacrifice rite, old mixture of joy and grief
Under the hot and long debrief of the pleasant smell-thief 
Tripe soup (ciorba de burta) hard prepared from beef,
And calf foot soup (ciorba de vitel), with green-gold leaf 
Pickled soup (supa de moare) with pork and big rice;
But use the dice to decide between spice and allspice.

From the slaughtered pig the village` families prepare: 
Carnati - sausages  kept in special aromatic smoke 
Of wet fir and oak burned at small fire as enjoyed by folk;
Caltabos - sausages made with liver sprinkled with beers;
Toba and piftie - dishes using pig's feet, head and ears 
Suspended in aspic like a frozen symphony in red
After cups of plum brandy and before going the bed
Tochitura - pan-fried pork to bid it a farewell, twice
Served with mamaliga - palesta , and red wine with ice,
Or boiled wine with pepper and cinnamon against frost; 
So that the pork can swim and the verse were glossed;
Piftie - inferior parts of the bashful pig, mainly the tail, 
Feet and ears, kind of meal like taken from a fairytale
In which all are cooked and served in a form of gelatin
In this naturalist field, all the poets smile like Mr.Bean;
                                                                              
Jumari - small pieces of pig meat are fried and tumbled 
Through various spices if after all, you are a little troubled 
 And may falter some poetical from the famous songs
Like "So, good people drink…" couples of diphthongs
Since Saturday to Thursday and make colorful the gray.

This poem was written in the Night of Tuesday to Friday.
 
( And later we`d find that the housewife had covered with it  the pickles cucumbers jar.)


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My Memories Of Christmas

Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.

Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.

Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.

Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.

My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.

My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.





December 12th, 2013


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The Thunderous Wonderous Electric Toy Train

It was shiny and bright sitting under the tree.
There were other things there, but that's all I could see:
a Lionel toy train on a circular track!
The caboose was maroon and the engine was black.

And to top it all off on this fine Christmas day,
was an engineer's cap that I donned right away.
I had deadlines to make and my job couldn't shirk,
so I rolled up my sleeves, and went straight to my work.

Utilizing impressive construction techniques,
I made Tinker Toy tunnels through newspaper peaks.
With an engine, a caboose, and three railroad cars,
I would ride to the moon and haul back the stars!

It sputtered and sparkled and went round and around
with a clickety clackety sonorous sound,
and an oily ozony odoriferous tang:
the thunderous wonderous electric toy train!

And then Daddy and I had to go out for bread,
and to pick up the big Sunday paper he read.
We're just about home when there was flashing of red...
and the crossbars dipped down at the railroad ahead.

As the freight train slowed up, I could clearly divine
the big engineer's head with a cap just like mine!
We dismounted and yelled, and I signed him three yanks.
He gave me three toots - and I waved back my thanks.

With my engineer's cap and my blue overalls,
I was dressed in a style to give anyone pause!
I had grand places to go and marvels to see...
but Mommy had my breakfast all ready for me.

It sputtered and sparkled and went round and around
with a clickety clackety sonorous sound,
and an oily ozony odoriferous tang:
the thunderous wonderous electric toy train!


Details | Kyrielle | |

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That  some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare were the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Grandchildren, by the Grace of God
Who, I pray, shall all be well shod
Now, material gathered for the making
Of the future Christmas stockings

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We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockings. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. 










Details | Kyrielle | |

Christmas Me Dear Mandurah

Mandurah, cruises, jingle bells,
The lake house splendor in shooting stars dwell,
Tremendous Christmas without snow, implicitly the stunner glide,
Black phantom unveil the cloak of his clandestine pride,

Scintillation gigantic Casuarina Equisetifolia ornament tree,
Embellish the solitude's dew which endorsed by the clasp of glee,
Dear Christmas Eve, I am your bride,
Let me merry you by the simplicity of thee pride


Author's Note:
Mandurah : Situated on Western Australia's beautiful coastline about 72km 
                south of Perth

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5th place
SEASON OF LIGHTS, DELIGHTS & ENLIGHTENMENT: OUR GLOBAL COMMUNITY Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor	: Cyndi MacMillan


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A Christmas Tradition

So many traditions run deep in all of our families, And each holiday calls for a memorable and worthy gathering. At Christmas, one tradition fills our hearts with glee! When caught up in the season of joy; sadness, never harboring! We find that it matters not whether a leaf has fallen from our tree, And sailed on angels' wings to join the celebration above. We reminisce of yesteryears assured their spirits are free... Free from turmoil and chaos; free to taste purest love. High upon the Christmas tree, there, amongst sparkling colored balls; Tucked between precious old ornaments and brilliant, festive lights, Hang these amazing balls of glass; bearing the names of all. They're protected by the extra padded skirt made of satin- red and white Time will not dissolve memories or the love and affection which flows, When kindred spirits, on Christmas morn, gather to hear the sacred story. We’d recall the prudent sayings; simple stories that nurture, still, our souls, While in harmony, young ones and old, celebrate God’s majestic glory! ~*~
Note: For the Contest, "Traditions" 12/11 *Ist Place


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What is Christmas Really About

Quickly is coming Christmas day,
Perhaps you ponder with dismay
Amidst the shopping and the shouts,
What is Christmas really about?
 
Is it about reindeer and elves,
The gifts we wish for ourselves?
Is it about wrapping paper and bows,
Stockings stuffed with goodies clear to the toes?

Is it about family, friends, and feast,
The smell of bread baking rising with yeast?
About trees, lights, and cute decorations,
Parties, eggnog, and celebrations?

These commodities make the holiday bright,
But something else is required to make it right;
For Christmas is not about programs and costumes worn,
But about a miraculous baby that was born.

About Mary and Joseph, man and wife,
Who came to Bethlehem pregnant with life.
No room was left for them in the inn,
Shelter was found in a cattle pen.

The time of her delivery would not waiver,
In that stable she experienced labor.
Born into a place smelling of manure,
Christ arrived our salvation to assure.

Nearby shepherds tending flocks by night
Were startled by a glorious light.
Angels while seeking to calm their fear
Came proclaiming this event of cheer.

Told of a birth of a baby boy,
A king, a savior, who would bring joy.
His mission was one of peace,
From our sins to bring release.

Then with haste they went with glee,
Marveled at what they did see;
Found him in a manger yet filled with glory
Then left with excitement to tell his story.

So as we gather this December
May this jingle help us remember,
Christmas is not about dear old Santa Claus
But about the Christ who saves us from our flaws.



Details | Rondeau | |

OLE CHRISTMAS CARDS



Ole Christmas cards, gifts for the soul,
Manger scenes, elves at the North Pole,
Short prayers for joy, hope and peace,
Glitter long gone, worn at the crease,
But they are sweeter than carols.

Slowly, I reread each in whole, 
Recalling smiles, wonderland strolls,
Tears come, yet I’ll never release
Ole Christmas cards.

Throughout the season, church bells toll,
Wishes are sent, sentiments scrolled,
Loved ones pass, their numbers decrease
so I kiss their names and each piece
of yore, for my angels cajole 
Ole Christmas cards.


Details | I do not know? | |

More than weather, can be frightful or Unseasonal Christmas

Used to be the weather was frightful
People covered themselves from head to toe
Now, despite the fact it’s Christmas season
I see more sand, than I see snow
The temperatures keep on elevating
To the moon, they just seem to rise
Oh, where is the Christmas of yesterday
The rosy cheeks, windows fogged with ice

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Frosty, it seems we’re not gonna see him
Heat miser, now, has gotten his day
Can’t ole Jack Frost do something about this
And chase the warm weather away
No need to chop wood set for burning
The heated air replaces that in the hearth
I hope it gets cold and very soon, too
Because Christmas puts warmth in everyone’s heart

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town

Oh, when Christmas day finally gets here
Right now, I’ll tell ya, all I wanna see
Are people with scarves and gloves on their hands
And snow bringing life to all barren trees
I want the temps to chill me right to the bone
That’s when I’ll know it’s Christmas time
Who wants to look up and see a sleigh
With a fat man in a speedo, flying around

It’s just too warm now for Christmas
Too hot to shop, too hot to run around
Santa’s working at the pole in a speedo
That’s nothing, we wanna see come to town


Details | Couplet | |

Santa Laughs in July

A Christmas kiss for that Miss Surely her lips he could not miss Heartwarming and enticing That beau was truly in-loving A kiss since so long due Filled with artful cue A Christmas kiss in July The magic in this month did fly A time when laughter was on those lips Except for her and him who strayed from those trips Surrounded by doom and gloom A kiss which made each other bloom Love, wonderful state of bliss Lacking in it caused them to be amiss Repaired by a Christmas kiss in July Santa could only laugh from the sky


Details | Villanelle | |

Alone

The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone


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Ten Years Old That Christmas Day

I went to sleep on Christmas Eve and woke up in the past
With cotton footed jammies on, that I was ten when I wore last
I saw a man who looks like me, who I realized was my Dad
Sitting in front of the fireplace, holding my Mom and looking glad

The Christmas tree was standing tall; bubbling candles string of lights
Seven piles of presents scattered there, awaiting the kids asleep at night
Johnny and Jimmy in the next door room; brother, Tommy in the bunk below
Cathy and Patsy at the end of the hall, baby Jenny rocked in a cradle slow

Snow was covering the mountain top where we had been sledding all that week
No school to keep us busy, the cold adding a redness to our cheek
I could sense my cloak of innocence; I could taste my excitement for the coming day
I still clung onto the Santa myth – the year before it slipped away

Johnny was so small for his age, but played sports with the best of them
Jimmy already had his art hanging up all around the family den
Cathy still slept with her baby dolls; Tommy stood smaller than me
Patsy wore her tom-boy smile; we all took care of little baby Jenny

A tear came to my eye just then, realizing soon I would be back in the present time
And this scene from forty-five years ago is just a memory lost inside of my mind
Then I realized that tomorrow morning will paint a memory for our youngest son
And a smile lit up my face again as I said, “Goodbye” to everyone

Johnny is now a Grandfather and respected Doctor in his trade
Jimmy left us far too young but a difference he really made
Cathy is taking care of Mom who, in turn, takes care of her
Tommy takes care of everyone and is full of life and character

Patsy still wears her tom-boy smile – the best athlete of the bunch
Jenny is the pride of all of us – I kind of had that as a hunch
And Dad is now a few years gone, though I still talk to him every day
Feeling the love I saw in his eyes when I was ten years old that Christmas Day


Details | Dodoitsu | |

OUR YULE IMAGINATION

A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.


Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.


Ah! No longer we could spread 
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!  


And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!




Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written  by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Christmas Poem (For Lyn, et al)

...Have occasioned
I think to have been decor-
rating The Tree, it's 
 
piney quills & tines   
dressing in glassy festoons
weightless baubles of 
 
tins-led Christmas-candy
colors, like porcelain 
fragile-fine, hooked canes
 
& dangled barber-pole-paean
peppermint-stick Memories
of savored hangon 
 
trinkets & heirlooms
looming like a twinkling 
tapestry 'round 
 
wreaths of snowy popped-corn
dangling - "No, darlings, that's not 
for eating..."  Yes, I 
 
have occasioned the 
rows of bubbling light-tubes 
like glowing chains of 
 
warm caterpillars 
inching-on toward the Manger's 
Star of a chrysalis 
 
Christmas Joy to Light-
Up the World!  Oh Yes, I have 
occasioned The Tree 
 
Breathing in Ecstasy...
And the Wonder, of this from
a Guy whose Imprimatur 
 
might have been
"Tannenbaum!"
 
                         H.e.m.
                         12.8.MMvi.  
                         Noel. 


"And so, as Tiny Tim observed, G-D bless Us, Every One!" 
(" A Christmas Carol").  And...

A "...Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!" 
(Clement Clarke Moore, "Twas The Night Before Christmas").
 
Amen.

 


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Christmas Then and Now

Christmas – Then and Now

Back then in the Midwest
On a cool, crisp Christmas morn
We’d all celebrate the day
That Jesus Christ was born
Sure we all love dear old Santa
And the toys that he brings
But that day really still belonged
To the mighty King of Kings
We’d dress up in our finest
Then it’s off to church for us
To honor our Lord Jesus
For it’s in God we trust

But something’s happened since then
The feeling’s not the same
They’ve taken Christ from Christmas
They don’t want to hear his name
They say that all us Christians
Should just back off a bit
And convert to “Season’s Greetings”
And let Christ be done with it
Why can’t they just acknowledge
I mean, it stands to reason
If it wasn’t for us Christians
There’d be no Christmas Season

Mdailey	


Details | Couplet | |

Holidays are Here

The holidays are here, they feel so warm
Even if outside the snow is causing so much harm

My Christmas tree is glowing
With little lights and decorations, so lively and flowing

There, I sit and enjoy the glowing essence
Of the festive season which makes me reminiscence

With eagerness and zeal, I anticipate,
The golden surprises Santa shall leave for me and my cellmate

Yes, the jail is my home,
Not a house but one with love and care, yes, my home

Here, I spend with my brothers of deed
This Christmas holidays, even if the aroma is one of bitterweed


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Christmas As I Understand It

Well, The National Loonies League is on the prowl again this year,
Merrily chipping away at the Christmas traditions we hold dear.
Seems to me they could find something more productive to pursue,
And let others celebrate Christmastide as they choose to do!

I recall Christmas Tree Lightings on the village square.
Good heavens!   Even a Nativity Scene was on display there!
Happy faces were all aglow as they joined in joyous carol.
Today, horrified loonies claim such things subject us to peril!

I recall when the term "Merry Christmas" didn't cause offense.
Nowadays, they claim this cheery greeting makes little sense!
Even Santa's "Ho, Ho, Ho" is deemed politically incorrect today.
Alas, even religions squabble over the proper symbols to display!

Are we going to stand by while they mount their bold assault?
Or speak up and bring such trumpery to a screeching halt!
Christmas Day is set apart to herald a King's Holy Birth,
A time for reflection, sharing, fellowship, love and mirth!

Loonies are free to observe whatever it is they commemorate.
It's none of their business how others choose to celebrate!
They may celebrate the winter solstice are whatever is their proclivity,
But as for me and my house - we'll celebrate the Nativity!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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REMEMBERING

JUST REMEMBERING by Donna November 15, 2014
Taking a day just for me,
one that is hassle free,
watching movies on TV
Holiday themes all day long
remind me of times now gone...
Xmas morning-awake at dawn !
Jumping from my bed to see
what was left beneath the tree...
my childhood days-so carefree !
Later little ones came my way...
traditions kept from my day...
watching my own children play !
Then they grew and grandkids came...
tried to keep things the same...
at least, that was my aim !
The "grands" now too are grown...
some with babies of their own !
Tho I've aged, I'm not alone !


Details | Lyric | |

CHRISTMAS ON CHAMPS ELYSEES Monsieur L'Vampyre

........CHRISTMAS ON CHAMPS ELYSEES
This night of mass, I still recall
the thing we had--dare I suggest,
if it was love, how we did fall?
For just a while, our lives were blessed
........Now Christmas on Champs Elysees
.........is not the same, in any way.

The lights reflecting on the Seine
have lost a little of their glow
I still walk there, but only when
there's no one with me I should know;
........and never since have I gone to
.........that small cafe, where I met you.

'twould be too much for me to bear
I'd have to face reality
accepting you would not be there
and put to rest your memory
......but now each Christmas I can feel
......the warmth of you, it's almost real.

And so this night, so warm and mild
I'll not forget the love of you
but celebrate the Jesus child
the way we used to do.
......and light a Candle Christmas Eve
.......though you have died, I still believe.
© ron wilson


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Christmas Long Time Past

Father Christmas in the night sky his sleigh and reindeer a silhouette in the moonlight,
He has traveled all over the world to lavish his presents to small sleeping children,
The family has retired and left a mince pie and some sherry, the little ones dreaming,
Mr. Christmas climes up and down chimneys leaving special gifts it is a magical time.

Earlier on this Christmas Eve, many excited little children on their little tippy toes,
Straining to place their stocking high on the front room wall away from nosy grey rats,
Some scarcely reach higher than these rats frantic that sweets will have bites in them
Older brothers and sisters unhook the stockings and pin them higher up, out of the way 

Mother has sat them round a table and coaxed them off to their beds earlier than usual,
Told them all about the story of Christmas and why it is such an important special day,
They sat there wide eyed listening to every word the very young not understanding it all,
There faces rosy from the heat of a yule log burning in the hearth and everything quiet.

They understand that Father Christmas only visits very good well and behaved children,
And the children feel guilty as they cast their mind back over the last very long year,
The children find it hard to hold their tongues hoping Father Christmas won't ride past,
And that if they go to bed without any moaning and go to sleep early he will be very kind.

Laying in their beds can they hear the the sound of whistles, penny-trumpets and drums?
They squeeze their eyes shut tight, just in case it is Father Christmas flying nearby,
A wind blows the downstairs door could that be the reindeer's and the sleigh flying past,
Gradually they tire and one by one drop into a deep sleep the sort only known by children. 

In their sweetest dreams they hear the cries of dolls, singing wooden birds, gold ribbons,
The ticking of pewter watches looked at by the raggy dolls, toy soldiers guarding oranges,
They are asleep and so very happy the emblems of innocence, at peace on this Christmas Eve,
And when the morning finally comes they are loaded with beautiful gifts it's Christmas Day.

25th December 2012 


Details | Free verse | |

THE HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST

The Hush of Christmas Past


It came more slowly then.
After Thanksgiving
the lights and decorations
started showing up.
The excitement started to build.
Santa showed up at the
department store,  The
ads in the newspapers
were larger, some even
in color.  There was talk of
“the list”, and “naughty or nice”.
It was agonizing – waiting for
the night Mom said “OK, let’s
go buy the tree”.  The trip to
the back lot behind the
super market, “This one…
NO! THIS ONE!”  We carried
the tree - by any means possible -
remembering Mom’s warning:
“Remember, you will have to
carry that big tree home.”
The tree was somehow decorated.
Lights, tinsel, bulbs, each one someone’s
favorite, ribbons, bows, a picture
of the cat.  Now the speculation
began in earnest.  “Whadaya
think you’re gonna get?”.  “OH,
I hope, I hope, I hope”, “But I can’t
tell you, it’s a secret.”  We knew there
would probably be sox, some new
PJ’s, mittens – the usual.  But there
would also be those other nicely
wrapped gifts – from Santa.
The baseball glove, the skates,
the “un-wrapable” scooters, bikes,
baseball bats, hockey sticks.
These were always brought by
Santa Clause.  Santa supplied the
dreams, Mom and Dad the gifts.
We provided the unmistakable
sounds of Christmas morning.

There would be church and a
Christmas dinner, lost amid the
joy of dreams.  Dreams of snagging
that line drive with the new baseball
glove, of racing down the hill on
the bike, of Bobby Orr like moves
with the new skates.

The colored lights took their cue
from the setting sun as we gathered
around the table and savored the
sweet, juicy, succulence of Mom’s -
never to be equaled – Apple Pie.


John G. Lawless
11/22/2014

submitted to HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose













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A CHRISTMAS SNOW

       A Christmas Snow

He peered out the window
breath frosting on the glass,
scratched the outline of a Christmas Tree
in the misted snow covering the pane.

It was cold enough, it was due
but the only flakes in the sky
were the shivering solstice stars.
Perhaps it would be a barren Christmas.

There had been other times, cold times,
when the sleds lay idle, the snow man’s
corn cob pipe and button nose
sat faceless in the hat.

He turned from his window gazing,
casting a glance at the Christmas tree,
a little bare in spots, a few lights
hanging on for one more year.

The bulbs all told a story,
the one Billy brought home
on leave from the military,
it became his little brother’s favorite.

Those awful, yet splendidly awesome,
hand made by the children,
not quite ready for the down town tree
sprinkley, sparkley, spectaculars.

He wiped a tear away,
he was alone now
looking out that window – hoping 
for one more Christmas Snow.


John G. Lawless
11/25/2014

Not submitted to the contest – unrhymed…


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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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LET THAT WISH BE YOURS, NOT MINE...

As Christmas draws nearer, gentler than a whisper,
and the old year has six more days left;
and before the new one takes over...
I'm swamped with many wishes, searching
for the one which has more meaning;
and it's not only my holiday wish:
but its everyone's...if the intention is honest
and nothing insincere is seen in that laughter!


Let that wish be yours, not mine...
because life has granted me all my wishes!
And being much older, I can show you all:
how to glimpse into them with stunning eyes;
explaining to others what's the meaning of Happy Holidays!  
And wouldn't they want the same for themselves in due time?


Let that wish be yours, not mine...
come much closer, there's no need to say it loud;
it's more than a wonderful secret to guard against time!
And it's deeper than a concealed promise,
because it hasn't been revealed once;
but disbelief is not a compromising word! 

 
And finally Christmas has come and the wreaths of flaming red...like fire,
have many bells that chime as the merry children spread the good news 
with a classic carol amid drifts of puffy snow that sticks to their warm attire;
and it's their wish, not mine:  to close their little eyes and fantasize!
The merriment in their voices has more thrill than the verses I recite;
and they, recognizing the message I proclaim, gladly become my muse!             


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci


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ANOTHER CHRISTMAS TO WISH AWAY

Before there were endless,
delightful days of tender joys
and together we cherished
a very sweet happiness;
there has never been a moment
this lonely and sad...

Outside there are
twinkling lights everywhere,
carols being joyfully sung
and enthusiastically played;
hasty folks carrying bags full of gifts,
glancing at items they shouldn't miss...

Beggars huddled together at cosy streets' corners,
don't ask for money,but wish every passerby, 
"Merry Christmas!"...hiding their empty eyes,  
hoping,like me, for a small miracle
in a wealthy city so very kind to all;
a great city, which never forgets generosity...

This is going to be
another Christmas to wish away,
writing fancy cards to friends and dear ones,
near or far;wrapping presents
by the glamorous Christmas Tree,
but the true spirit is not in me...

All I am wishing today:
is to have you around and inside this heart
for an entire lifetime;
if everyone wishes for what their heart desires,
I,too, can start dreaming of what
tomorrow can bring me...

This is going to be 
another Christmas to wish away,
to mark down in my unfinished diary:
as the saddest day
in my life's history...
not feeling how painful it can be!

O generous Christmas,listen for a minute...
I am hoping to see,in the shortest time,
her beautiful face showing the prettiest smile!
I am going to trace those distant footsteps
in the mist of the falling snowflakes;
O impatient Christmas,please wait!   


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Yuletide Memories

It didn't seem so long ago that Christmas brought a warmth
A sense of belonging and a spiritual joy
A time for the family, a time for neighbors to stop in
Traditional events unchanging from year to year
A sense of continuity, a warmth from within the heart
The old black and white TV had its share of snow
Alistair Sim played Scrooge and 
There was a Miracle on Thirty Fourth Street
Bing sang White Christmas
It wasn't a Holiday, it was an event, a Celebration
The Birthday of Jesus, the Star in Bethlehem, the Angels
There were Shepherds, Three Kings, a Nativity scene
Silver Bells playing while shopping downtown
Strangers smiled and said Merry Christmas
A genuine feeling of good will.
No other time of the year brought this kind of joy
In spite of low income there was an abundance of food
Cookies and egg nog were made at home
Presents could be opened after church, not before
Children laughing, giggling in anticipation
Heat coming from the old Heatrola in the parlor
Neighbors sharing the good times
Kids playing on the floor in the living room
The smell of pine and spruce in the homes
A time of joy, a time of laughter
A time of peace on Earth.
Merry Christmas Everyone.