The smell of Christmas fills my heart with joy.
Sorrow can fall down and kiss the ground.
My friend's some fifty miles away from her home.
The bright lights astonish me - it feels like my soul is lit.
As if I were the light that shone upon the night.
As if I had a chance to grasp my dreams and turn them into reality.
I'm a crazy fool thinking I could change myself and the patterns I leave behind.
Murderers follow my movements because I am not insane.
The police trace my calls trying to predict where I might strike next.
Serial killers bow down before me 'cause to them I am the owner of every human throat.
Be thankful for what you have because sooner or later you're going to be dead on the
kitchen floor begging for the turkey to be no more.
John Monteblanco 10/31/10
Copyright © John Monteblanco | Year Posted 2010
My actions are heavy,
catching breath to let go all this stress that i carry.
I'll fight for two pennies.
I'm my own witness but didn't see nothing
don't bribe me don't pay me.
Karma owes me,
She could be beautiful
taste of revenge with a cherry.
Nothing good is tempting
I want it bad miss understood
the surroundings that led me.
Took it for granted n attracted negativity
crossed that line and asked for God to come save me.
I miss my dad but steps back wont bring him back.
Gifted with words I'll present a rap.
Ghost write it on clouds but don't wait.
You spend all year shedding tears for me to be saved.
I know i got carried away, but i don't want to be here
if i cant get u anything for the holiday.
Copyright © fernando vergara | Year Posted 2014
What's a Christmas without you
another lonely day feeling blue
an empty chair at my table
holding on is something I'm not able
to do without you
Off somewhere in a distant place
something I missed I can not face
but in reflections of a lonely Christmas Night
I wish things could have turned out right
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2006
Why Do We Take Christ Out of Christmas?
Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name.
We often forget about the true reason that Christ came.
It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.”
It’s true meaning, is often, taken away!
It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights…
It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright!
It’s more than going shopping at the malls…
More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!”
It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for.
Or that clearance sale,
you’re willing “to die for!”
It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.”
Or receiving a gift that may
“cause an embarrassment.”
Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in.
Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him!
Let’s think about his birth, and his
death on the cross!
Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost!
He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed!
Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded?
Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out!
He’s what matters! And is what
Christmas is all about!
Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came!
And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
I wouldn't take in any cats that scratch and fret,
even if they gave me them for free and begged;
wild and mean Rusty was my first and only cat:
I hated when his flaming red hair started to shed.
Man crazy things he did when he was left unattended,
he scratched my couch and torn my leopard pillows;
he made me scream, but he looked at me and meowed
in self-pity and tried to climb my leg with his paws.
The worst thing he has ever done that really made me go mad:
was when he knocked down my pretty Christmas Tree and started to run;
all the golden baubles and musical bells fell off its branches and shattered,
I caught him with swift hands and held him until he calmed down.
The carpet was the scene of a mess, shattered glass on the wrapped toys,
he stood on his legs shaking and quietly stared at me with very soft eyes:
apoligizing for his bad behavior, for the first time he seemed a different cat;
I picked him up with immense tenderness forgetting he had been such a brat.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
The following harkens to the past when I worked for a supremely idiotic furniture
company, and I, as other managers, had to explain to customers who waited 8-
12 weeks, on the day of promised delivery, or, if lucky, the night before, that their
furniture could not be expected for another 6-10 weeks...and outrage I had to
somehow make justification for. It's therefore called;
"Oh Mrs. Tannenbaum"
Oh Mrs. Tannenbaum,
Your furniture will not be coming....
Seems a volcano erupted,
And therefore interupted,
With the manufacture of your product,
We promise, when the lava is cleared away,
We'll put your piece as number 1
And, barring another incident,
With a disgruntled worker with a gun,
We should have your table ready,
Should it rain, of course,
It is with remorse,
We'll call you to postpone it,
Rest assured, we're bored,
Of playing cards an drinking beer,
Something always comes up,
To make us refill our cup,
And disappoint our customers...
Yet, to be quite true,
We're down to but you,
So we don't really care,
You had the balls,
To order a table,
Without a single chair!
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007