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.
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
the shimmering snow in magical light,
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Innocent faces gleam, old are reborn
as fanciful flakes seem to rise in flight
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.
Powder settles, softening sharpest thorns
as spring’s flowers sleep beneath drifts of white
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Oh, joyous wonder, no past years to mourn!
The hills and trees sparkle like child’s eyes bright,
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.
Our gifts are unwrapped, the day’s all but worn
and festive flakes frolic well into night
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
Through frosty pane, we watched peaceful day born
with glistening nature’s brilliance in sight.
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.
for Gail's Christmas Snow Contest, 11/26/14
Like paper angels falling softly from an open sky above
They swivel down precision cut from a heaven full of light
Canopying the street like diamond glitters gauntlet glove
They cloak the grounds in snow n’ welcome Christmas flight
With eyes agape I wander and feast awake in splendored love
The scene before me wraps enfolds, and slowly turtles time
As bare trees stand at arms to watch the downing of the night
The carollers on stairwells sway, with wafts of scented pine
Singing songs that carry on, while all seems crisp and bright
Beneath a Christmas snow of glow, a babe is swaddled fine
The hollies with their glossy leaves are redder than fine wine
The silver tops of Christmas trees are reaching for the moon
Electro dipped with bulbs of gold, they’re fired up with shine
When all is set on whitely snow, I hear the church bells tune
As Angel trumpets play in soft, oh yes they’re friends of mine
It’s Christmas snow that brings the joyous feel to all
As Merry Christmas cheers are heard, from one and all xxx
It is not just Santa Claus who we meet in cold December—
There is “Carolina,” and she’s the beauty of a winter picture perfect
With luscious long coal black curly hair far down on her back
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with beaming
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of polar bear skins
With a glossy coat sprinkled with pearls and diamonds . . . .
Out of the woods she comes so quiet in the night’s fresh snow
With a glimpse of two deer and a fox on hunt walking carefully
Carolina hopes the deer will walk around with angelic guard
The secret is that beautiful Carolina talks the animals’ languages
The birds they play in all its splendor fine without sorrows
They fly while Carolina keeps watch carefully on the horizon
Falling snow now dazzling Christmas in a ball circle most brilliant
While there is a frozen frosted sprinkling silver in the mist shining sun
Oh so!! Wonderful to behold as the Spirit of Christmas comes alive . . . .
The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud
And the all the Reindeer are here in their resplendent glory:
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen,
And Rudolph, with his red nose so beautiful and oh so bright—
And the sounds the Reindeer make stay in the minds of the little
Children just like sweetly wishing little voices wonderful in dreams
With those singing, tunes a dancing light appears so wondrous
While planes from all over the world begin landing with cargo
And one each day with loads of letters from good little children
And Santa Claus begins calling the elfin troops into action while
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work as they are much tougher
But the old fighting Irish in them showing their softer side all the
While with a drop of the old fiery dew to keep them warm smiling
Like the very wee little Devil in them - mischievous and all . . . .
They do all the heavy work for the elves as they have more of a spring
In their step while almost bouncing on the tip of the their toes like
Little jumping springs so full of boundless wonder and energy and
Then day after day the letters keep arriving and landing at the North Pole
And they begin working like mad and very busily in the North Pole factory
While Santa checks the letters of all boys and girls through a secret window
And when he shakes it he sees through the mist in a glass bubble of the
Christmas treats while hurriedly calling together all of his Reindeer . . . .
The sound of hooves on the snow saddles up the sleigh he is very slim
To start off while all his helpers are loading up and he flicks the reins
And the bells start ringing and - in a flash of magic dust in spirit sings of
The ground waving he bade Mrs. Claus a very fond and loving farewell
And off he goes in a flash of light Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! echoing in the distance
Each chimney sliding down he eats the food throwing some to the Reindeer
Treats left after the night's over he feels so fat eating so much he heads back
Home to the North Pole while smiling so content at the children’s happiness
And ringing in his ears filled with golden smiles and wishing everyone a very
Merry Christmas he falls asleep after Mrs. Claus makes him a hot chocolate
Really tired but easing his weary bones year after year he loves his job very
Much so and all of the sheer delight that his efforts and those of Mrs. Clau
And his elfin helpers and the joy and fun of the Reindeer bring to all children
On this Earth!!
Merry Christmas to All!!
Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)
One Christmas eve, we walked outside, to see the colors glow
Along the street, each house was lit, our breaths as white as snow
The air was sharp, and the world was white, and flakes were falling 'round
We watched it fall, turned off the lights, to crawl between the down
We slept a bit, till dawn peeked in, to wake our drowsy eyes
Our coffee sipped, now warmed and fit, we took a walk outside
The morning chilled, was crystal clear, along the windswept hills
The world was white, from snow last night, with views serene and still
A hush about, nowhere to rush, at least that’s how it seemed
We walked along a frozen stream, as if in slumber's dream
The arching sky, surrounded eyes, with a morning star that shined
As sun came up to tint the snow, with pink among the pines
The birds and deer had reappeared, and all the things that creep
Below the hills, the sparkling town, was soon aroused from sleep
The world had changed from winter’s blue to soft and ermine white
A snow globe world, was all aglow, of winter kissed delight
The Christmas lights, of red and green, had shone a rainbow hue
upon the snow, that lined the streets, turned on before the sun
Our souls refreshed, with frosty breath, we journeyed home in ease
Contentment came on silken wings, and the world was filled with peace
For Contest: "A Christmas Snow", sponsored by Gail Doyle 4/12/14
Carolers sing in front of a garland draped door
In scarf and boot turn, spill grog into snow pour.
Approaching our porch with, “Come ye faithful”
Open the door and come, let’s adore the merciful.
To the smell of chimney smoke add the sight,
Of the warm glow from window's light;
And there's no question, no question at all,
Christmas has surely come with the snowfall!
There is subtle sweetness in the sun’s glow
As people’s shadows fall on the white snow.
Together the flakes form a soft, white blanket
That covers everything in sight as if in anklet
Barren trees, branches in twig like manner
The winter has come with his stern scanner.
Look there on the roof how the icicles hang
Winter has taken rest from sturm und drang.
Then they will go from house to house to greet
In the eve, watch nativity plays on the street.
December 6, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Fourth Place Win
Contest: A Christmas Snow by Gail Angel Doyle
Follow me and walk down an avenue of Firs
To my Log Cabin you'll view, I'm sure you'll concur
Overlooking Loch Ness, look in the fields you'll see
A herd of beautiful Reindeer roaming so free
But it's when you look around, my world glistens
It started by walking to here, footsteps to listen
Crunching, crunching, crunching, white virgin snow
Where here it's normally dark, now it's all aglow
As we turn the corner many colours in radiate
Glistening amidst the white kaleidoscopic drape
Then to the cabin we view, lanterns of every colour
Hanging in joyful sway never outdoing each other
As we draw nearer through the arched window I see
So beautiful in adorn, a most lovely Christmas Tree
Through the door we enter, Sleigh Bells in the Snow
It's at this time of year, so many many smiles show
The soft snow flakes fall gently coating
the land which to white is turning.
Trees brushed white stand gleaming
as Christmas dawns with sunlight bursting.
A hush settles as people start stirring
emotions high, children in the snow delighting.
Soft and pristine white as the wind sets it flurrying
its touch a whisper as it brushes cheeks now settling.
Magical flakes of pure white glistening and sparkling,
while icicles translucent adorn trees decorating
their branches and trunks with colour reflecting.
The people filled with awe as Jesus they are welcoming.
contest: A Christmas Snow
Snowy splendor of white fluffy freshly fallen snow blanketing everything that
Gets in its way, sparkling like glitter from the illumination descending light
Of the stars, moon, and lights of the street lamp.
Snowman all a glitter in the front yard, with its black top hat, a scarf around its neck,
An orange carrot nose, greeting all visitors.
Snow settled on the spindly tree branches glisten like arms with finger
The homes lit up with different colored Christmas lights on eaves for the holiday spirit,
A candle lit in the window a beacon for those that are traveling,
A warm welcoming to friends to come in and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate,
Wrapped in a warm quilt, enjoying Christmas stories
And sit around the inviting fireplace.
A fresh cut blue spruce sits by the window decorated with delicate old glass
Ornaments handed down, candy canes, toys, children’s handmade ornaments,
an a star to light up the top of the tree, wrapped with strings of popcorn and
cranberry garland, homemade cookies and cakes scenting the air
Carolers out in the chill of the winter night, all warm in stocking hats, wool
Mittens, snow boots, and warm coats singing,
Deck The Halls with boughs of holly, Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Warming people’s hearts
It’s the most wonderful time of the year
By Eve Roper 12/09/2014
I stood on the balcony one night,
The land was bathed in luminous light,
The air was filled with winter's chill,
Frost had covered the window sill.
I stared into the sky above,
My heart had swelled full of love,
The galaxy glowed with bright stars,
Lights so heavenly, from afar.
The night shone bright on every hill,
Yet, everything was quiet and still,
Through the valley no wind did blow,
The little village blanketed in snow.
What joy the Yule is going to bring,
At the break of dawn, the town will sing,
Making this, one eve to remember,
On one magical night of December.
But, in this fantasy land it is late,
And this seasonable panorama is great,
I want to take this long walk alone,
Through unchanging scenery, I wander from home.
I'll take a candle to light my way,
Upon the ice, I could walk until day,
I made it up a deep, glittering bank,
In the glistening snowflakes, my feet sank.
A million diamonds now covered the land,
I pulled my mittens on, over my hands,
The snow could never melt in this cold,
The Northern degrees of stories once told.
I will enjoy the winter as in days of old,
The still photographs of the past unfold,
A thermometer shows the drop of degrees,
The thaw of the snow I hope not to see.
Mirrored is my reflection along the river,
Quartz crystals of ice, makes me shiver,
Icicles hang from a cabin, near the woods,
Silently, wolves and elk in the forest, stood.
Reindeer and rabbits run through the snow,
A memorable sight in the lovely moon's glow,
An owl calls out from high in a tree,
Imagine all this, as a keepsake to see.
Tomorrow the snow will make the children sing,
To the hills, a toboggan they will bring,
Soon, we will hear his sleigh bells ring,
And, all the Christmas bells will be jingling!
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Leonora Galinta's contest - Christmas Epic
Snow sprinkles the ground
as delicate as sugar
crystallizing the exterior with a romantic heritage
only found in the heart of a child's imagination.
Like happiness it can melt in your hands,
and like happiness it can grow bitter like the ice you slip on
Forming miraculously to the curves of the earth
hugging till the land soaks in it's providence
white like the pages I battle with
Falling so passionately you'd think it was falling in love with the ground
And when it lands,
A blanket of perfection
glistening the season to a crisp
gently the sun arises
"there's no where to go today,
I'm just going to sit and enjoy the magic."
A Christmas Snow
(Secret Of The Snow)
Majestic ice, coated frozen trees, stand high
Branches flow like magic wands with powdered sighs
Angels turn pure white at Christmas time in little towns
So lovely coming down in feathery ice gowns
While giant houses glow by fire lights
Church spires reach out, praying on the night
For snow to come on stronger in their flight
Reds, yellows, blues, shimmering what they know
Each snow flake breaks out in celebration but slow
Accumulating warmth in a song and dance of winter
Exposing themselves on soft wings that splinter
Crystalline are their smiles on the wires and leaves
Gentle winds open up each gentle angels tumbling fleece
As six wings of ice declare the mystery of Christmas to begin
Angels can really dance on the head of a pin
Turn pure white; kiss the children on the nose
Angels are in fact the pure white snow
Each one unique and only children knows the secret
Created on 11/26/14 for “A Christmas Snow”- Poetry Contest
As the snow falls around me, I marvel at God’s wholesome and worthy entity.
The Lord, on his special day, has given me a gift so precious and special;
He has opened my eyes to his wondrous glory.
The Lord above all has allowed me to see the beauty in the smallest of things:
The stars and moon at night, and the clouds and sun by day;
The little trickles of freezing cold, yet clean, fresh, clear water
Running down the mountainsides, quenching my insatiable thirst;
The trees in all their grandeur,
That provide my warmth when I gather their branches;
The leaves and pine needles at my feet,
Providing soft beds for me and all the forest creatures.
Best of all of these, however, is the snow.
The beautiful snow in which no two snowflakes are the same.
The same biting cold, yet strangely comforting and fulfilling snow,
In which brings forth light on the darkest of days.
I must thank the all-loving God, who has bestowed upon me this glorious gift.
Me, a pathetic excuse for a soldier who has run away
From the sight of bloodshed because I cannot stand to fight another friend.
Me, a coward who is now running from the law,
And living solely in the forest for fear of being caught and hanged.
Me, a God-believing man who has sinned greatly.
But I have repented. I have asked God for forgiveness of my sins on Christmas Eve night,
And He has replied by giving me snow on Christmas morning,
showing me that I am not alone, and that I should not be afraid.
And, by His grace, when all I have been seeing was darkness and despair,
He opened me up to allow me to see the beauty and light in all his creation.
“I praise You, oh glorious God, for giving me this most wonderful gift!
I thank You for forgiving me, a sinner, of all my wrongdoings,
and for giving me this awe-inspiring gift, for which I have done nothing to deserve!
I exalt you on high, oh Lord, for all that you have done and given me,
and will do for me and give me! I will love and praise you always!
There is nothing with so much life as a Christmas snow
The crisp air is still as little dancing stars float to the earth
Strong old trees become burdened with drifts of white upon their bows
But seem honored to be dressed in such finery and appear almost to move
In fact, everything has come to life to watch the snowfall.
Then everything is quiet
There is a whisper in the air
It ripples through the trees
See the birds, they are the first to recognize the whisper
As the Masters of Chorus, the birds know it is a song
They sit as true musicians memorizing the lyrics and rhythm
So, the snow speaks, the voice is old, like it has sung this song many times
As the squirrels could tell you this is a lullaby, and they begin to search from their
perches in the trees for the newborn
And life and love has never felt as strong as now
A horse in its pastures stomps his foot disturbed
Though he hears the song the birds do and the lullaby the squirrels hear, he,
along with all of the worlds creatures, could swear he just heard a cry
The squirrels chatter with laughter, knowing they where right and the birds take
up the snow-song to welcome the child they heard cry
And then they stop and the world is silent
The snow has stopped falling
The cry was only a memory from Christmas long past
The child, a child of time whose
Voice comes with the Christmas snows,
To give every soul the chance to hear
The song of joy and love and beginning,
So it is never forgotten;
The song of the Christmas Snow
I wish I could have a beautiful wife.
With a cheerful smile.
A wonderful heart.
Ready to start a brand new life.
I wish I could have a brand new house.
Which has a cat, a dog, or even a mouse.
I wish our house could have a Christmas Tree.
With lots of pretty lights, and bulbs to see.
I wish I could have a brand new car.
A car I could drive.Very near or very far.
I wish I could have a brand new TV.
Big and wide, with a very large screen.
Full of color and DVD.
I wish I could have a Teddy Bear.
Cozy and cuddly.A bear like me..
I wish I could have a Grandfather Clock.
Ticking by day, and ticking by night.
Only ticking when the time is right.
And I wish there could be a Santa Claus.
Who can deliver my wishes by tomorrow night.
Because Christmas wishes should be for all.
Even myself, standing ten feet tall..
Christmas Wishes Poetry-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2004,2014..ALL rights reserved..
Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting
gray chill in the air.
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
as I obliterate pint-sized
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with
da Vinci's golden teardrops.
"I suggest you peruse Alighieri’s 'Inferno' –
it may, at least, promote heat - if not hope!"
Frost continues to cloud my spectacles -
thick and relentless
eagerly permeating the glass -
endeavoring to dance
a feverish Fantasia foxtrot
upon the skins of my pupils.
My heavy feet scuffle
past these endearing peasants.
forgotten Mt. Everest tombstones.
Disgraced outcasts of embarrassment -
smashed against a stark white canvas
hands cut off –
sticking out their parched tongues
begging for alms.
Click and count.
Their fragile bodies so much alive
their dark, hallowed eyes
(So be it)
They stealthily huddle alone -
(Hah! I’ve created my own personal oxymoron!)
These gruesome street urchin waifs -
Dumber than a sackful of hammers and
frostier than a Maine Christmas morn,
convulsing and shivering ‘neath lampposts
without snow shoes or socks,
bawling and boo-hooing...
“Clutching weather-worn copies
of James Hilton’s 'Lost Horizon'
and littering the virgin snow
with salty saline discharge –
igniting street corner bonfires
without the faintest hint of smoke."
Ah, the glorious damned winter
and that magnificent gray chill in the air.
My arctic thighs carry me home now
where I am safe.
Where I can slam my door
and shut my eyes.
My cavernous domicile
whereas I can privately converse
with Mr. Dickens and Mr. O’Neill
and read “A Christmas Carol”
or “The Iceman Cometh” -
without a snaggle-toothed interruption...
Listen to the haunting strains of L’Inverno
from Vivaldi’s “Le Quattro Staggioni”
and cackle wildly as I burn first editions
of Clement Clark Moore’s
most infamous penning -
pour myself a
tall glass of ice cubes -
devour a heaping bowl
of vichyssoise -
scarf down a fudgcicle
turn the air conditioner
chilly, an cold
windy, freezing, an white
shivering, bitter, an frost bites
gloves, long boots, an coats
snowmen, snow fights
All I remember is going into the garage to get the snow shovel.
I am not even sure how much of the driveway I managed to shovel. Apparently, I was lying in the snow for several hours before one of the neighbors noticed me.
The next thing I remember is waking up from a deep sleep to the sounds of beeping machines with tubes and wires stuck into and on my body.
As I slowly regained consciousness and my eyes were able to focus, I was aware of a young, bald child looking down on me.
“Hi,” said the smiling, angelic face. Given the child’s age and complete baldness, I could not tell whether they were a boy or a girl. And, with the tube inserted in my throat and taped to my mouth, I was in no position to return their salutation.
I tried to remember who this child might be and why they were here with me. I guess my eyes displayed my confusion as the child said, “I'm Elizabeth. They let me walk around the hospital a little. Sometimes I sneak out of the oncology wing and look for people who have no visitors. I like to make sure someone is there when they wake up. I know I always like to see someone when I wake up from my operations.”
She just stood above me smiling. I then noticed she was holding my hand.
“Sometimes it is hard for family members or friends to come visit. Some people just really don’t like hospitals. And, I guess”, she said, “not everybody has someone that close to them. So, I like to become their visitor for them. I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t mind. Although it did make me embarrassed to realize that I fit in the latter category; I didn’t have anybody that close to me.
She just smiled at me and petted my hand as the medications worked their magic on me and I started to drift back off to sleep. I heard a nurse come into the room and say, “There you are, Honey. You need to get back to your room now and leave this nice man be.”
The next time I regained consciousness, I noticed a hand drawn picture of a house with a Christmas tree out front with a note that said, “I hope you get home before Christmas” and was signed by Elizabeth.
Each new day, I was welcomed by another drawing of Christmas scenes; smiling faces; reindeer; and, starry skies. All containing a happy note and all signed, ”Love, Elizabeth”.
After ten days of recovery and following the insertion of two stents into my heart, I was well enough to return to my empty home. On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the Oncology Wing to say good-bye and thank you to Elizabeth. When I asked the nurse at the floor station where I could find Elizabeth, she replied, “Oh I'm sorry, Elizabeth is no longer with us.”
I then said, “Well can you tell me her home address or phone number, I would really like to thank her for visiting me in my hospital room this past week.”
The look on the nurse’s face indicated that I misunderstood what she had meant. Elizabeth was no longer with us.
Sadly, I started walking towards the exit.
Just before I got to the elevator, I noticed an open door with a man lying on his bed, with tubes in his nose and throat and nobody else in the room with him. I went into his room and sat in the empty chair.
When he opened his eyes two hours later, I said, “Hi, I'm Joe. I noticed there was nobody here when you were brought back from your operation and I know how nice it is to see a smiling face when you wake up, so I thought I would sit here with you for a while. I hope you don’t mind.”
He squeezed my hand; gave a slight smile; and, slowly drifted off back to sleep.
Snowman, who ‘s also as white as tissues
Wants to wear Santa Claus' pair of shoes
He sits right on top of two short poles
Down the snow he has his propelling rolls
Dec. 15,2014 6.05am
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
Snow flake's here, snow flakes there and soon there's snowflake's everywhere.
Some city may have sunshine, other places may even see rain. Whatever is the reason,
don't allow these astronomical happening's make you forget that, "(Jesus) He's the
reason for the season, that Christmas is the day of sharing love and a day that our kid's
should appreciate a day that our world was in need of a change.
Somewhere must I say, some lil boy with no toys will not enjoy this christmas day. But
really, its not always the presents that's stock underneath the tree, on this day as the
snow is still falling from the skie's, let us remember sharing is just as important. For un-
to us in Bethlehem, a King is born and love is the morale of the x-mas story. Love is
the reason just watch your kid's have fun as they run around and play, to the one's less
fortunate to not have what other's have or don't have, together let's us pray for happi-
ness throughout our familie's and our leadership all over this great land in which we
live. The greatest gift is due in all for joy of the reason. "He's the reason for the season,
and his ressurection is a gift of his Glory".
My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.
On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.
As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.
Pretty, paper packages of red and green,
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.
I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley
It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standards. I had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape Town. I had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocket. On the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas season. A few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the Ritz. I chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the Ritz. Then reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solution. I could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of advice. My daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashion. Later that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flat. I gladly accepted. She is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.
screeching seagulls dive
at sushi scraps on a plate -
the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrived. It was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departures. At the airport everything was in chaos. We were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelled. This was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticket. Some people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier).
I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to London. If I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted it. Arriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the day. This I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season. To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed them. I phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the garden. It was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty. I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
between moon flowers -
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. Sleepily I took the call. It was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven am. My friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teeth. I offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time.
The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinations. Heathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morning. We were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew member. We were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished to. By the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among us. A radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airport. It was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories.
steep steps to flat
shut out the bitter world -
a heart pounds
*The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solstice. It was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia.
"bitter" means piercingly cold..... A term commonly used by Britishers...
"flat" means apartment. The Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or article. Please see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku.
Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia
I was nine, I saw from my window
The snow was coming down
Little crystal snowflakes
Barely kissed the ground
Outside Mr Snowman was waiting
For all the girls and boys
To whisk them away on a merry ride
To the land of toys
I remember flying through the air
Looking down upon the town
For some reason I can’t recall
I was in my dressing gown
The land of toys was a magical place
Santa was there too
Picking out toys for all the children
There was I recall quite a queue
All the toys in Toyland
Where vibrant and alive
Santa was in a bit of a hurry
He had to be home by five
Santa gave me a toy soldier
That was alive while I was there
Though back home was just a plastic toy
Which I thought a little unfair
Home, the snow was still falling
From an overcast slate grey sky
I admit I had a lump in my throat
As I bid Mr Snowman goodbye
I have tried to re-create that moment
Many times, alas all in vain
It was a once in a lifetime experience
I never saw Mr Snowman again
But what magical memories
They really did happen to me
And yes, I am quite well aware
Something similar was shown on T.V.
I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
It had snowed softly on this Christmas night;
Homes glowed from deep within and sparkled bright,
A lonely snowflake kisses my cheek like a feather.
Wandering deserted town streets a solitary walker,
Park benches buried in the pure white snow;
Quietly an icy and frosty stream still ripples and flows,
And the shops are luminous in the town center.
At the church stained glass panes are welcoming,
The pristine snow lay on the steps in tranquility;
I bow my head in prayer recalling memories of family,
Whispering snowflakes fall on my hair blowing.
Faint a sound from something left near the church,
I approach the snow draped box, unsure;
And a mewing, mewing within the wet enclosure,
Then a small forlorn white kitten lurched.
I cuddled the kitten in my arms brushing off the snow,
A lonely girl and a lost kitten together this night;
While the snow is falling and falling in sheets of white,
And I call this kitten found * Christmas Snow *.
December 6, 2014
For the contest, Christmas Snow, Sponsor, Gail Angel Doyle
Morning dawns with a touch of a chill
Touching naked feet with a thrill
Open the blinds and look outside
Realizing you might stay at the hearthside
Shimmering snowflakes fall to the earth
Whispering glimpses of angel’s birth
Reminding the heart to always find joy
In the simple things like a shiny new toy
The world is recreated from gray and dismal
To a winter wonderland of all that is cheerful
Snow so pure white and bright that it glistens
Filling the entire world with a ear that listens
The silence of the moments sends up a prayer
Filling the moment with a peaceful affair
Instilling in the heart a sense of pure hope
That slides down from the freezing slope
Christmas morning, for this year’s holiday
Has prompted us to celebrate this birthday
With reassurance that a snowy ground
Sends joy, peace and love all around!!!
*A Christmas Snow* - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gail Angel Doyle
Snowflakes falling, falling all night
My pine tree adorned, now illuminating under snow
I brush and brush off, unveiling Christmas twinkling lights
Giving the white ground a colorful glow
An appearance of a Hallmark card, I must say
My children gather around the tree in merriment
Then one by one they form fluffy snowballs
Laughing mischievously they begin to throw them at me
Well you can guess what happens next
Yep, before I was done they are covered in white
Red face and cold we all go indoors for the night
In front of the fireplace tired, beginning to warm
We look at each other and started to grin
Deep belly-laughs replaces the grins
You can't have enough of a good thing
For Nathan's "Christmas Joy" contest
winter has come
are woven in
have flocked to
they take rest in
shelter them from
rocks them to sleep
north wind, comes a
fall gently, on
waits for them at
are all hearts on
For the "Mussetle Train Contest:"
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux
snow falls lightly
from the sky up above
soflty falling down
like the feather of a dove
each snow flake is different
like each one of us
falling to the ground
like snow often does
it's steals away breath
this brilliant thing
so pure and refreshing
like the songs angels sing
they sing for remembrance
of God and his sun
throwing down these white tokens
to say winter has begun
white is for birth
the birth of baby christ
white is for hope
that things are alright
each flake that falls
from the sky up above
is a gift from God
telling us we are loved
With Christmas carols softly playing
By the fireplace we sing along
And snow flakes in the cold wind swirling
While winter sings its' chilly song
The scenery turns to a blanket of white
As St. Nick rides by on his sleigh
And children behaving just right
In hopes he comes their way
People filling up on eggnog
And kids in the snow at play
And the flames of the crackling logs
Warm the heart on the eve of Christmas day
In the coldness of the night as the soft wind blows,
White things cascading and glittering on my window,
Looks like diamonds with a beautiful glow,
Scattered everywhere, Oh what a Christmas snow!
In the darkness of the night,
As I step outside it serves as my guiding light,
Like a guardian angel leading me the right way,
To your heart that made my night merry.
A Christmas snow that God created,
Mesmerized by its beauty and my wish granted,
In the magical night of wonder, It's a feeling of great happiness,
As I touch it feels the coolness on my skin like a sweet caress.
Looking up the sky, pouring of blessings from heaven's above,
Thanking for this wonderful season of love with glad,
Spend my beautiful life with a joyful moment,
A Christmas snow for Christ is born and my heart is content.
November 29, 2014
I do not know?
Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ...
Slowly as in the dream/
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/
He kisses fine/
Your eyelids /
And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/
Waiting for summer dim/
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/
You've been looking for rescue/
You searched in wine/
But it's in me/
all the rescues are mine/
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/
But I discern the light/
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/
Prepare you for winter drowse/
And it snows/
Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/
And you'll become whole/
New fallen snow – winter's first
Over the river and through the woods
Very soon, we'll celebrate Thanksgiving
Everyone anticipates turkey and apple pie
Mom's already baking Christmas cookies
Better make out your Christmas list
Enjoy making winters first snow village
Remember to thank God for all His Blessings
1 September 2011
I do not know?
Snowfall upon my shoes,
snowfall slowly dusting my
Softly falling flakes
upon my face, softly fallen
flakes covering the whole
A pure white landscape,
muddy ground cannot be found.
A pure white landscape, lets make
our escape amidst a winter
Snow is falling, covering everything in town
with a shimmering,light, fluffy, white thick blanket of snow
Tall, bare, maple trees are lined up on the side of the road
like sentries standing guard
The lamp posts are lighting the streets
and the clock tower bells are ringing,
letting everyone know the time
A horse with a wool blanket,
harnessed with a wood hames,
and blinders keep him focused on what is up ahead,
pulling a farm wagon, being lead my his owner,
carrying supplies, is trotting down the road
It’s evening, and big brother is pulling a sleigh
with his baby sister and brother all dressed in their warmest clothes,
heavy wool coats, hand knitted hats, gloves,
and scarfs around their necks,
wrapped in a warm blanket in the sleigh
A stray dog in tow
He stops in front of a window that is decorated with garland, pine-cones,
and gold and red Christmas tree ornaments displaying a variety of toys
They all stare in wonderment wishing
Santa would bring them some wonderful toys
A Lionel train set for me,
A red Raido Flyer wagon for my little brother,
And a doll and doll house for my baby sister.
By Eve Roper 11/25/2014
Quietly falls the pure whitened snow
Transforming all by lantern glow
Each roof, gate and meandering lane
Matchless beauty makes all the same
Muffled carollers by lamplight
Raise mellow voices in the night
As evening dusk descends around
Bright coloured fairy lights abound
The deepening snow settles in drifts
Makes Christmas Eve with special gifts
As multiple stars shine above
Friends and families join in love
Venturing out expresses a thrill
With mounting snow on window sill
Then frosty air breath exposes
Steaming laughs and shiny noses.
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
Winter is a coming in upon this Christmastide
And snowflakes fall on field and fell across the countryside
To cover brown and green, they spread their one blanket of white
And here and there, a white bump hints at something out of sight
Does he know it's Christmas, that sheepie in the snow?
Most likely not; he knows it's cold with no warm place to go.
He's somewhere there below the white, with snow piled up around
Wondering where went the light, what happened to the sound?
There is no time to hesitate, leave rescue undelayed
Put on your boots and hasten out, armed with your trusty spade
To dig around that snowclad hump that hides the sheepie form
And take that festive sheep inside, somewhere that he'll be warm
So do not get a Christmas tree, they don't belong inside
Get, instead, a Christmas sheep to celebrate Yuletide
Decorate him if you wish; things suitable to chew
For a Merry Christmas spent in company of ewe
Ice in the Center
Damn what nonsense
Have the License
With cars To
roads of speed
Oh So cold
Ice in the winter
I'm so bold
Out in the Center
Tremble like that
There fall flakes
and I fetch them
I may catch them
So come on everyone
Freeze your blood
To this wintry one
And Snowflake ton
I do not know?
A winter time kiss amidst swirling
snow fall, pure delight wrapped in
a festive mist.
A tender fragment in time, a glimpse
of a future sublime.
Warm lips locking, we cease talking.
For in this sweet moment our worries
We now see with fresh eyes, washed
white as the fallen snow. Into the blizzard
of life with faces aglow.
We have a purpose and endeavour in faith
hope and LOVE!
Three silly kids from beautiful Montana
thought there was snow in North Carolina,
and sliding down the fluffy slopes.....
they kept going for months 'till they hit rocks!
They were shocked and realized that the further
down they went, the less snow they found....
" We haven't seen an inch of snow and it's December! "
They exclaimed seeing grass still on dry ground.
Every December tons of snow fell in picturesque Brockway,
mountains' slopes plunged into lovely pristine rivers;
it was fun coming down, splash in the cold water and play,
then swim across with frozen toes and clogged ears.
They recalled riding fast sleights and humming carols, but in Andrews
there was no Christmas magic to hold them in useless wait;
bundled up as northern folks, they waited for snowflakes, not blues...
one of them complained, " No blue Christmas this year, let's split! "
Three silly kids from beautiful Montana
thought there was snow in North Carolina,
and disappointed as kids on Christmas Eve, they suddenly decided to leave;
New Year's Day was a week away and their unhappy hearts started to grieve!
Snowy Christmas Delight
Crystalline flakes of the snow drifted down,
Created blankets of whiteness that gleam,
Hastily covered old time-weathered earth…
Beautiful vision, so peaceful and clean.
Tree tops all glisten with glow from the light
Of lampposts and moonbeams spread over town…
Snow mounds of fluff adorn bushes and plants…
Hillsides flow down like a white satin gown.
Lights draped around windows twinkle like stars
While indoors reflect the bejeweled trees,
Green wreaths and red bows adorn every door…
The splendor of Christmas…a soft, gentle breeze
That whispers it’s magic of love and peace
And good will to those who honor this night
Of a blessed Christmas, aglow with joy…
In the wonder of winter’s snowy delight.
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
There stands a tree, in the dark.
Out in the lot, cold and stark.
It's Christmas Eve in the city.
It's oddly shaped, kind of bent.
Branches bare of Ornament.
No colored lights twinkling pretty.
Comes a hush, while church bells ring.
Hear the choirs begin to sing,
as snow begins to fall gently.
A homeless man, shuffles past.
Hunched against winters blast.
Stops, for the shelter of the tree.
He hears the bells and the songs.
Raspily he sings along.
Smiling faintly, at childhood memories.
As snow settles on the boughs,
removes his cap, from his brow.
Places it atop the leaning tree.
To view his star, he steps back,
coughing deep as his lungs rack.
Life, has not treated him kindly.
He sits down beneath the tree,
pulls round his tattered coat closely.
Feeling cold, tired and hungry.
This old man, alone in life.
Fought in wars, lost his wife.
Wanders now, the streets, aimlessly.
He who never prayed before.
Never passed through a church door.
Tonight he whispers, reverently....
"Lord, I'm not the best of men."
"I've committed grievous sins."
"They've led me here, now, to what you see".
"There's no one else, I can blame."
"I must answer, for my own shame."
"I only ask, can you forgive me?"
As his eyes, begin to close,
he sees one last time, the tree decked in snow.
Swears, he hears Angels heavenly.
He no longer feels the weather.
He now feels light as a feather,
as he dreams, on his last Christmas Eve
Silent fills the air
Darkness chills the night
Every wish I make
Another flake takes flight
Looking through the glass
Painted by Jack Frost
Thinking of the passed
And all the ones I've lost
Here on Christmas eve
Carolers still waltz by
Bringing Christmas cheer
To every one but, I
Then something seems to lure me
Beyond my fastened door
And somehow reassures me
I've done this times before
Now bundled in my coat
Colored lights all aglow
Staring in the sky
While standing in the snow
Feeling something special
Will appear before my eyes
Then fluffy little white specks
Soon drift down from the sky
It's funny how they wander
Reflecting light with flashes
Then melting on the ground
But lay on brows and lashes
It's these kind of, little blessings
That puts a smile on my face
Then melts away the loneliness
And fills me with God's grace
Beyond this cheerful holiday
a time of gifts an giving is on the way
what beautiful about a Christmas snow
at night is shows such a pure glow
Just see this amazing sight
how the snow covers everything in its clear shade of white
so much everywhere can barely touch the earth's ground
but within a Christmas snow brings us sweet jingle bell sounds
Nothing can get in the way
of us seeing the wonders on Christmas day
hear me sing in this beloved fantasy
uphold the beauty with all of your friends an family
even if a Christmas snow end is near
Christmas day is one of the most wonderful time of the year
What is Christmas all about? Santa and his elves?
Gifts we give to someone else? Gifts we get ourselves?
Decorations on a tree? Hoping snow will fall?
Trips to see a family? That’s not it at all.
Christmas is about a time God looked down on man,
Saw him in a sinful state, and devised a plan.
Christmas is about a place here upon this earth
Where God sent His precious Son through a virgin birth.
Christmas is about a man and his wife-to-be
Sitting in a stable small, now a family.
Christmas is about a Babe born that quiet night
With an angel choir above looking at the sight.
Christmas is about some men there upon a hill
Hearing angel choirs that night when it had been still.
Christmas is about these words whispered near the inn:
“His name will be Jesus Christ, He’ll save us from our sin.”
Christmas is about the plan for this child who came:
Dying on a rugged cross in agony and shame.
Dying so all men could be by God justified
When they trusted in His Son who there hung and died.
Christmas is about God’s Son, not about the elves,
Not about the gifts we give or that we get ourselves.
Christmas is about a life we can live again,
Washed much whiter than the snow from our every sin.
Christmas is about a tree where His blood was given
To make us His family and a home in heaven.
What is Christmas all about? Oh, I hope you know
That it is about God’s love that to us He shows.
When you come to Him by faith, you will sing and shout,
For you’ll really know right then what Christmas is about.
The street lights stood as sentinels
As snowflakes gently fell
Christmas presents were all unwrapped
As snow glistened from rooftops
The fir tree wore a coat of white
And Christmas lights shone bright
Santa and his sleigh rode by
As children waved bye - bye
Carolers sang with hearts aglow
some of my favorite yuletide songs
As the chorus grew I sang along
Let it snow - let it snow - let it snow
Its Going To Be A Wonderful Christmas
I watch you across the room and I get a feeling inside
It is a feeling of being a part of a most wonderful ride
As we ride down a snowy lane in a one horse driven sleigh
You snuggle close to me and bells ring out as if to say
It's going to be a wonderful Christmas
Everybody seems to be in great Spirit this year
Its going to be a very merry Christmas
A Christmas when couples fall in love
And I know how they feel down inside
Like stealing a kiss on a snowy sleigh ride
I take the reins while you snuggle close to me
While we watch the snow falling all around us
And I lean your way to steal a quick kiss
You do not for one moment, resist
Oh what a wonderful ride we share
While the children throw snow balls our way
Laughs and giggles fill our voices
We kiss again and we sing songs of our choices
AH Ha Ha, there is joy all around us
The world is a place of fun and glee
Especially when you lean in
To steal a kiss from me
Yeeesss! It's going to be a wonderful Christmas
Everybody seems to be in great Spirit this year
Its going to be a very merry Christmas
A Christmas when couples fall in love
And I know how they feel down inside
Like stealing a kiss on a snowy sleigh ride
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
Not submitted to the contest – unrhymed…
as the bells jingle
in the bright, snowy day.
It is the moment when Santa can pay
you a visit from the chimney,
and give you presents of all sorts.
It is a time that harmony
becomes becomes musical notes,
being played with a divine touch,
as the angels match....
By: Teddy Kimathi
Snow falling at my feet with friends around,
Snow balls flying at me and hitting sound.
Joyous hymms being sung and love so clear!
Sweet Christmas songs playing for all to hear!
Snowmen being constructed with smiles,
Chills making us go numb, all the while...
Moms make hot chocolate young ones.
What a time Christmas is! The one true peace!
When all true hatred should come to a cease!
One thing can be assured this Christmas year
I'll be filled with joy with friends and family near!
The Christmas Tree with its twinkling
tiny, colored lights
were as festive as this spirit could be....
seeking a chocolate treat;
hundreds of present that took hours
to wrap lay underneath it...
there was something for everybody!
Didn't the joyful angel sing from higher
accompanied by lyres?
The Holiday's thrilling laughter
echoes again with voices that warm up
the coldest heart in town...
is anyone coming tonight and spent
the snowy night caroling with me?
Peter and Jane, the nice kids next door,
drop in and hand me a present...
so delightful is their greeting,
" Merry Christmas, Sir! "
Suddenly my cheerless face glows...
a warm emotion tingles me over,"
" Merry Christmas to you,
and thanks for remembering a lonely
neighbor who thought nobody cared! "
Towards midnight I looked to the East,
there I spotted the same star that the Magi followed...
it was getting brighter and brighter,
and standing to admire that wondrous light,
I started singing and praising Him
as all neighbors came out and joined me...
then I stopped wishing that the Holiday's thrilling laughter
would echo again! For once, snow didn't feel cold
being surrounded by their warmth!
Written on 12/ 5/2012
It had finally arrived and excited he was
He quickly ran down the stairs toward the fireplace
Grinning from head to toe
With the largest smile on his face
This Christmas was like no other I heard him say
Not only had Santa brought him a black and red racing car set
But his dream bicycle that he wished to Santa he would get
His day still wasn't through
Because snow was falling outside the window
Which was definitely something new
Suddenly he realized saying, " It's snowing outside ."
He then disappeared bike and all
As he joyfully watched the snow flakes fall
I could see how happy he was about Christmas
That he wasn't at all ready for the day to end
He told me that Santa had really came through
And that this Christmas was the best
Because he got everything that he wanted to
Santa Storm Watch
Santa stopped by one winter’s night for cookies
He had something else on his mind
There was apprehension behind those Sparkling eyes
Yet he maintained a jolly look because
Seeing a little spy guy there, me
Spilling a glass of milk
Falling on the tree
An inappropriate way to decorate if you ask me
The special magic watch given to Santa at Christmas
By his wife, with a kiss, went missing in the snow
“What time is it my little man?” (He said)
I answered, “Time for bed and Christmas Mr. Santa!”
“Could I stay the night?” poor Santa implored
“Let me check with mom and dad!” I said
Santa stayed right through to Christmas and beyond
In June he left with eight tiny woodland creatures
The snow was melted by then I’m sure but I'm just guessing
The missing watch turned up just outside the door
Santa laughed and roared with joy
Hush. Say nothing. I promised not to say any more
11/22/14 “HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST” – Poetry Contest
Three flakes of snow fell on the village, there might
have been a few more, but those I saw landed on
the roof of the car and I saw them melt to droplets
of clear water. On each droplets a tiny rainbow and
my mother´s face when I called and asked for her to
throw down a sandwich with marge and sugar on.
She did, often- I´m not a football keeper- it landed in
the snow which was more than tiny flakes; so what!
Bread and sugar, I was hungry and fighting against
children who had invading our street. And when my
hands were frozen I came up warmed them by the stow
and remember how it hurts to get the circulation back
into my hands.
The lights of Christmas
I see the snow as it falls on the trees so pretty.
People they gather in the town to see the lights of Christmas.
Red, blue,green and yellow.
Sparkle under the white snow on the trees.
Santa and his sled are all decked out in lights of Christmas.
Snowball fights and songs of joy fill the air and are a sight.
The bells make a song of the season as the snow falls for no reason.
The town is all lite at night with the lights of Christmas.
A Christmas Snow
Twinkle Christmas snowflake bright
Icy star so pure and white
Glistening in the winter sun
This season’s antics have begun
Twinkle Christmas snowflake pure
Glistening frosting so demure
In silence falls upon this land
Causing chaos where you can
Twinkle Christmas snowflake light
Flurrying down from out of sight
Creating with your gentle touch
A Christmas scene we love so much.
Heather Buxton 2014
Julia lived in the Canadian mountains
divorced with two girls four and eight
struggling for work to make ends meet
keeping up mortgage payment sometimes late
At Christmas the snow was heavy
Julia delivered a few presents in her jeep
before getting home high in the mountains
as the snow was now very deep
At the local bank the manager was busy
looking over the mortgage bad payers file
one in particular had missed some payments
looking far worse than rest of the pile
Julia's account was top of the pile
so Gregory the manager took a trip
to give Julia a final demand
in such weather, was he taking a flip?
Eventually ploughing through the snow
Gregory gave Julia her letter of fate
but in driving away from Julia's
he lost control his car was in a state
Gregory had broken a few bones
in his leg now unable to walk
so Julia and her girls
helped him even put on his sock
With no electricity at hand
Gregory did all he could
for he saw their family spirit
showing to him all things good
As the snow storm came
indoors for days were they all
together they grew closer
Julia and Gregory received a love call
So once the snow cleared
Julia thought never again to see
as Gregory had to go back home
would this love match come to be?
One day Julia was tidying the garden
when Gregory turns up to spring a surprise
he had giving up his job
so together their love mutually would rise
once upon a christmas day
when the children had came out to play
there in the snow on the ground
a baby was there that they found
the baby was as white as the snow
and his cheeks had such a glow.
he was wrapped in a blanket of red
and the snow was his bed.
most children would have cried
from the cold.
but he was laughing
or so i was told.
his laughter was quite different.
it wasn't a ha-ha-ha.
but a ho-ho-ho.
the children picked him up to take him inside
to show their parents
their brand new find.
the parents shocked and dismayed
none knew- just what to say.
who would have the heart to put
this child abandoned in the snow.
his body temperature from what i see
is as perfect as can be.
now you know that the police
are forty miles away.
what can we do, what can we say.
we have no phone and very little gas
should we keep him, or should we pass?
there's not enough food to go around
and now another mouth that you found.
the baby lying in the bed
pointed up above his head
waved his finger all around
and food came tumbling to the ground.
he waved his finger one more time
and at their feet, christmas boxes galore
like you'd find in a department store.
all with labels with their names
clothing, shoes, and electronic games.
looking at the baby in total surprise
there came a gleam in his eyes.
the baby laughed his ho-ho-ho- again.
'this is for you my wonderful friends.'
you helped others when you couldn't help yourselves
and shared the little bread with others
and called them your sisters and brothers.
now it's time for you to receive
for all the kindness that you've achieved.
and quick as a lightning he was gone.
but he left the red blanket to carry them on.
now my children i must ask
who was the one that created this task?
faith and love will rule this world
teach it to your boy and girl.
I stand at the window and watch the snow fall
It's been two hours since Billy left
The wind has built, a blizzard set in
And I can't put my mind at rest.
The snow has drifted blocking the road he took
But he knows his job, the cattle must be watered and fed
And hay for the baby calves to bed.
"I'll be all right," he said.
There is no school it is Christmas vacation
The radio predicted conditions to worsen.
With his family save and warm
He then sets about caring for those out in the storm.
TV and presents keep the children entertained
While I my hair do pull.
Dinner is ready and still Billys not home
And with questions like "When's daddy coming home?
And "Can I go out and play in the snow?"
It is hard for them to understand
It isn't just a snow fall, the danger is far to grave
Wander to far and they could be lost
And in turn perhaps lose their lives.
Two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock came
Finally Billy comes through the door
Wet, exhausted and frozen to the bone
He removed his outer garments and collapsed on the chair.
As he ate the children came
Excited to have daddy home
Satisfied he was safe and sound
They went back to their TV and games.
Chore time came and the blizzard ruled
I offered to do my share
He smiled and said, "Everything's fine.
Just the cow to milk and the pigs to feed
And I'll be right back inside. "
I put on my coat took shovel in hand
And worked at clearing the path.
In an hour it would be covered again
But I needed to have some fresh air.
All were in bed, the Christmas tree bright
The Nativity set caught my eye
Tenderly I picked up the manger, bow my head and say
"Thank You Baby Jesus and Happy Birthday."
The moon shines down on the newly fallen snow,
casting a beautiful heavenly glow.
The winds blow so swiftly through the trees,
baring the branches of autumns fallen leaves.
I stood there gazing looking up at the stars,
admiring their beauty and the whole scene at large.
I though of my childhood through past years,
there were some I remember that brought me to tears.
I rememer my mother playing with me in the snow,
oh how I miss her it was so long ago.
We would decorate our house for the Christmas season,
we would laugh and sing and not need a reason.
Our house would smell of cinnamon and spice,
for all of our sences it would surely entice.
I looked forward to our Christmas each year,
it was always so full of happiness and cheer.
The snow is falling ever so gently
Like diamonds if they should fall from the sky
The street lights showcase the downfall
All is quiet as the beauty enfolds
The snow is falling ever so heavier
Against the window pane as I gaze through
There is no rain tonight in our tropical climate
Snow for Christmas in our small part of the world
The snow is falling at greater speed
The wind is blowing the snow into a frenzy
The temperature is dropping as the moments past
A blizzard for Christmas it appears to be
The snow is falling but I can no longer see
Nothing but a white blur out in the world
But still I hold something close to my heart
For I had asked for a miracle tonight
Snow for Christmas in my tropical world
I do not know?
Hides gently, blemish covers
Beautiful but dangerous;
Slippery are roads.
Snowy landscapes peaceful
Breathes Christmas air.
Flavorsome and steamy chocolate,
Winter tastes wonderful.
Mouths in snowfall
- Winter -
Snowfall in mouths
Wonderful tastes winter.
Chocolate steamy and flavorsome,
Air Christmas breathes.
Peaceful landscapes snowy
Roads are slippery.
Dangerous but beautiful;
Covers blemish, gently hides
Seasons come and seasons snow
For naughty and for nice
Wrapped in white and ten below
A blanket made of ice
Carols bounce from house to house
Adorned in bulbs aglow
A bearded man with sack in hand
Cocoa raised in cheers and praise
As laughter roams the streets
The trees are dressed and all are blessed
To revel in these treats
My coat and hat assure me that
The temperature is low
In lieu of cold I'm warm and bold
Ignited by the snow
Some years ago there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
I listen to the sound of Christmas all around me,
Glistening snow reminds me of loved ones in heave,
My daughter sings of silent nights alone with God,
There is no sacrifice great enough to thank him for his submission,
Sometimes we must stand alone, because that is what he asks of us,
But we are never alone,
The sound of Christmas envelopes us and says, “I see you.”
It whispers to us, “I love you.”
It caresses us with my daughter’s winter chilled cheeks,
Some years ago, there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
And these tears I cry, are not tears of sorrow, or merely joy, but a sound.
A ringing of gratitude, that gently chimes with the gracious bells of salvation army reps.
A ringing of brotherhood, throughout the stores and slushy streets.
Yes, it’s true there is much sorrow in this world.
There is much pain,
There is much darkness,
Yes, there is much for us to learn,
And this sound, this wondrous coo of an incarnate God who loved me enough to sell his soul
on my behalf.
Who loved me enough to sell himself to sorrow.
There is no better melody.
I am enraptured by flowing snow that tell me sister that she is entwined in a beautiful
My father in law shot himself, but the coo of my incarnate Krishna, of my child Savior
whispers to me that he is at peace.
There is much sorrow to this world,
And my soul is often heavy,
And there is this sound, this sound of brotherhood that assures me, that my sister will
stop cutting herself and men will live in harmony.
This sound of Chrismas.
I tell you there is no greater glory than to know that he chose us,
He chose us for this moment, to know that Christmas is risen,
And it gives gifts unto men,
With the sound of a babies coo,
And a man’s sacrifice.
Every rooftop was covered in fluff.
Icicles dripping their cold all around,
That first white Christmas was a wonderful sight.
Winter remembers that cold Chicago night.
Christmas eve came with a blizzard of snow.
Colorful lights reflecting a glorious show.
Carolers all bundled, held candles, sang songs.
Every family stayed warmly within.
Streetlights highlighted the way for a sled.
Smoke from each chimney rose; kids went to bed.
Mom and dad planned their children’s delight.
Long, long ago in white Chicago snow.
Presents were placed around the tree inside.
Parents looked on with a peaceful abide.
Footsteps of ashes walked out from the hearth.
They paused for a moment…Jesus Christ’s birth.
Daybreak brought laughter and children wide-eyed.
New clothes and toys in the front room were spied.
They opened all swiftly; then, took their new sled.
And on that White Christmas, down hilltops life sped.
December 9, 2014
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: *A Christmas Snow* -
Sponsor Gail Angel Doyle
Sly had him no love for Christmas,
It was just another day—
When the devout celebrated
And weak-willed cowpokes did pray.
Old Sly, he weren’t all that bad—
No, by gosh, he sure was not—
He never did shoot him a man
That he didn’t think need shot.
Sly Stern was just an old drover
Who outlived his friends and time—
That was headed nowhere that day
Without a care or a dime.
So it was Christmas that morning
As he crossed the Mummy Range—
Heading higher and still higher,
When he felt a little strange.
He’d crossed these old mountains before,
But never on Christmas day—
Yet now he felt a bit confused
And he couldn’t find his way.
The wind and the cold grew fiercer—
Snow hit his face with hard slaps,
Sly knew he needed some shelter
As one hand froze to his chaps.
But all he could find was a ledge,
A wind break with icy sage.
He unsaddled his horse gently—
For the first time felt his age.
Quickly, Sly gathered up damp wood—
Built a fire to heat his soul—
Christ seemed nothing in a blizzard
As the snow soon took its toll.
Hours passed and so did the fire
As white snow whirled and then screamed—
For a moment he saw a face
Or so that old drover dreamed.
The blizzard grew stronger that day,
The worst in thirty odd years—
Covering the whole Mummy Range:
A Christmas with joy and tears.
With numb hands and ice-cased whiskers,
Sly took bullets from his belt,
Gently arranged them in the snow
To spell out just how he felt.
For in those final dear moments,
One face appeared in the snow—
The face of the Lord of this earth,
A face that he would now know.
Two months later his friend found it,
Next to his rock-frozen hoss—
The old drover’s bullets laid out
In the rough shape of the cross.
Though his saddle and gun remained,
There was no trace of old Sly—
It was as if he’d been taken
Away, far up, in the sky.
Because of Christmas Day.........
When the December comes
When the white snow cover our lands
My heart is filled with joy
because this is the month for Christmas
When the carols are being sung
When the Christmas trees are brighten the house
When the stockings are overflowing under the tree
When everyone's face is glowing to open the gifts
My heart is filled with joy
When the cities are decorated with lights
When the snow flakes are softly falling on my head
When my family dance and walk around streets
When our friends visit our home for dinner
My heart is filled with joy
This blessed Christmas joy within our hearts
and celebrate throughout the world
to observe the birth of Christ
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam
SOME ARE RED SOME GREEN
LEAVES TURN AND SO DOES THE ROAD
FALL AROUND THE BEND
ALL THE ROADS ARE CLOSED
BUILD A FIRE STAY INSIDE
IT’S FOOTBALL SEASON
RAINDROPS TO SNOWFLAKES
EVERY COLOR DISAPPEARS
A WHITE CHRISTMAS DREAM
CHESTNUTS ARE ROASTING
JIM BEAM NIPPING AT MY NOSE
STOCKINGS HUNG WITH CARE
PINK CHAMPAGNE ON ICE
LET’S GET THE BUBBLY FLOWIN
MIDNIGHT POP POP POP
I Remember the Day
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
I can remember the day like yesterday,
When the snowfall brought much glee,
One Florida church made a wish that year.
Flakes of snow they wanted to see.
Praying with hope, they entreated their God,
Asking together on knees.
“We are so poor and no gifts will there be
For the Christmas tree this year,”
But they trusted in Heavenly Father's love.
I in their eyes great faith saw--
There were dreams that they dreamed and truly believed
“Send Christmas snow, God please.”
To show their great faith in God for the snow,
Paper snowflakes one by one,
Appeared each day in the bright sunlight
Thrilling, enchanting, and fun.
Then, many other people came,
When the snowflakes they did see,
They stayed to pray with those poor that day.
Snowflakes taped where others could see.
Some people not nearly as faithful as these
Came mocking the poor folks’ glee.
And that was the reason (as many know,
In this place of poverty)
That the snow wish to God was repeated
Saying, “Snowflakes, send to us please.”
And the snowflakes they cut for the window with care
Were like snowflakes school children make
With glittery paper of white
And one of the mockers that came there to fight
Remembered the good Lord above
Then, joined in the joy shared that night
And helped make many snowflakes with love.
Thus, Christmas never comes that I don't think about
The snowflakes that appeared one by one.
For the wish that they made was like no other wish
Those poor who had faith to believe
And all that they asked for from Father above
Were snowflakes in Florida showing God's love.
And that's what He gave them Christmas Day.
In the snow that God gave children played.
This is based on a true story... It took place at a State Welfare Office, not a Church.
Just sitting here thinking of you
Having you on my mind,
Haven’t heard from you in many
Now that the holiday is upon us
You were on my mind
I am sending you a hello over
Many miles far away
Hoping when this little note find
It’s way into your hand
It finds you full of cheer, at this
Glorious time of the year..
When all the Christmas decoration
Line the houses and streets
The Christmas snow decide to fall
To make the Christmas spirit a bit
When the time is right for angels
Your cheeks is blushing rosey
Ah, how I love this time of year!
“Oh how exciting this is to be”
Mother nature decides to help
And make the time as wonderland
Big flakes of snow just falls with all
When you stand under the mistletoe
I want you to think of me kindly and
For am sending you a box of kisses
To last until another season..
But ,I Want To Wish Everyone A Merry
Christmas & A Happy New!
Everyday i look outside
I don't see snow with my eyes
Rain rain go away
i want snow for Christmas day
Oh where oh where is are bed of white
To make my Christmas oh so bright
I have my Christmas tree standing tall
So wheres the snow let it fall
In my door way hangs the mistletoe
But now i ask wheres the snow
Presents wrapped with a fancy bow
Still waiting for the snow to show
Stockings hung with so much care
But no snow this isn't fair
Some say snow stay away
But a little bit that's OK
Hmmm yellow you say
Just send some snow are way
Please hear the wish i make
And let it snow for heaven sake