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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

- A Most Irish Fairy Tale – Merry Christmas to All

It’s not just Santa Claus who we meet in the very cold of 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, and 
As a true fairy princess, Carolina is quite beautiful with such bright
Blue eyes and that certain incandescent glow for all to see and 
Dressed in a sparkling white robe made of angelic content with
A glossy coat so radiant and sprinkled with pearls and diamonds.

Out of the woods she walks so quietly 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 an angelic guard; 
The secret is that beautiful Carolina speaks the animals’ languages
And this is an enchanted reality known only to the forest animals; 
The birds play in all their splendor so fine without sorrow and they 
Fly while Carolina—the “Fairy Maiden of this Enchanted Forest,”
Keeps watch carefully on the evening horizon while the snow falls
Now apace in the hope and wish for such a marvelous and majestic
Christmas—while in the distance the ground is now frozen frosted 
Hard and like shining and sprinkling silver in the mist until the very
“Rays of Enraptured Sunlight” break in the morning mist—this most
Wondrous image is at once so divine and fabulous to behold and 
Cherish as the annual “Spirit of Christmas” now comes alive again. 

The Reindeer come alive and begin dancing joyfully together and 
Create such a melodic sound almost like bells ringing aloud— 
And then all of 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 sweet-sounding little voices wonderful so in 
Dreams singing such celestial tunes while a bright light appears 
So magically on the horizon while planes from all over the world
Begin landing with such precious cargo like loads of neatly written
Letters from good little children—and with this joyous occurrence
Santa Claus begins calling his elfin troops into quick action while 
The “Leprechauns” do the heavy work as they are much tougher
But all the while the “Old Fighting Irish” in them reflects a softer
Side while the Leprechauns drink a drop or two or three of some 
Fine old fiery Irish dew to keep them both warm and smiling like 
The very wee Little Devil in them—so mischievous and all—but 
So content and happy to be part of such a delightful moment of                                      both memories and joy for “The Little Children of the World.”
The Leprechauns do all the heavy work 




 
                     Merry Christmas to All!!



Anne-Lise Andresen, Liam McDaid and Gary Bateman – A Collaborated Poem, 

Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 9, 2014) (Free Verse)

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

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R I P - Santa

~Do you Believe~ 

Here's the little twist in my parents home
Spreading fairy dust since I was 3 years old
The prancing and dancing before Christmas Eve
Made it hard to keep an eye on my mother 
Who I've seen kiss Santa under the mistletoe 
The cookies and warm milk sit on top of a note
Dear Santa, THANK YOU FOR SPREADING JOY!!!

The baking, 
The Wrapping,
The Stockings,
The decorations and toys!
How, I treasured every magical moment
Until, I realized who left the presents under the tree
Once the Christmas Bell Fell
The fairy dust wore off leavening no magic behind
That year was a year I earned the "NAUGHTY" list

Even so, my parents continued with the white lie
Decorating and Pretending Santa was real
My bike on the list was missing that year
I refused to behave and believe in you know who?
The magic inside was gone and dead!

I was old enough to know it was all a lie
The cookies, the present, the Christmas Glee 
The naughty list was barely an excuse,
Because, Parents worked hard all year long
Encouraging kids to be good in order to make the "NICE" list
Christmas is nothing more than a gimmick to every market 
Using Christ and his birth as a reason to believe

BUT, the twist is not how I stop believing
The twist is a fizz, how I brought the magic back
Today, my kids sit and enjoy the presents under the tree
Baking and wrapping, hanging stockings by the chimney
The decorations and toys are worth every penny
Now, I'm the one hyper after eating a few cookies
Now listen, Kids listen well  -  Don't act surprised!
When you see mommy kissing Santa under the mistletoe


LOVE LINDA

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas Contrasts

The north wind blew and we were home
in front of a roaring fire amid perfumes 
of plum puddings, pies of spicy mince,
fruit cakes, marshmallows and eggnog.
All around the warm sitting room
colorful balloons, tinsel, and ribbons
lighted our house with joy,
trees blinked their softened lights
as we munched hot chestnuts
and drank sweet punch and cognac.
 
The south wind blew hot and humid.
The earth was arid and unproductive.
Children crawled on thin emaciated legs
bellies rumbling with hunger
and mouth parched with lack of dew.
 
Blow oh north wind, for we are safe,
Who cares what happens in other spheres?
 
For contest
Placed 2
23 December 2015
Placed 2 by Broken Wings 
Any Poem Meaningful To You 20 April 2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015

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The Christmas Card

Christmas day so full of joy,
putting a smile on my face.
Inspiring your eldest boy
with love. I say grace

I am fortunate to have
a mother like you.
No matter the distance between us,
Your love will shine through.

You've made me what I am today.
Molded me into Asavvy man.
Being there, supporting my dreams.
Doing everything you can.

I say thank you Mom,
for all that you have done.
My muse, my backbone, my mother, I love you.
Sincerely, 
Your eldest son......


Jared Pickett
Asavvy1
12/18/05

Copyright © Jared Pickett | Year Posted 2009

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Sight, Sound and Scent




When I think of the bygone Christmas images that come to my mind are candy canes, cookies and popcorn strands adorning the Christmas tree. The popcorn strands are easier to make and still, I think,it's a family project. I know, decorating with cookies difficult but feel their homey feel with cookie cutters which can be napkin rings for the table Hear the sleigh bells ring creating the quintessential Christmas melody hang a strap of sleigh bells on your front door warm sounds, a great greetings for the guests. but the best sound is children’s laughter and the squeals of glee, as the presents opened. Think of the toys that simple things you might have played with a child like a jack-in-box or spinning circus top. Spices, bayberry and baked things are all scents that evoke the holidays. Choose the Christmas décor that appeals not only to eyes but to the nose and ears, drape fir branches tied with a red bow above the door.
+++ November 29, 2014 Form: Free Verse First Place win

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014

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To Everyone A Goodnight

Well they are here again
Knocking on my door
Monopolizing my television
Decorating my neighbors homes
Blitzing me at every store 
And corner in every city and hamlet
Between here and Buzzard Beak, Idaho.
It’s like a virus
A pandemic
Santa Claus is coming to town
Well I’ve been bad, very bad
And if that bastard shows up at my house
He ain’t getting cookies and milk
I’m been talking to Jesus and he tells me
That Santa is a fake, a sham, a trick on the poor people
He’s just a way to make the rich richer and poor poorer
So I ask Jesus “Why do you let this happen?”
And he smiles and tells me a long story about faith and forgotten dreams.
Then he fades back into the egg nog and I sleep with the devil.
Fitful dreams and reindeer back strap for breakfast
I eat the fake snow and regurgitate the Christmas balls
Burn the tree and bury the trimmings
The fat man can’t intimidate me.

Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2013

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December

it's december;
holiday thoughts chill me
more so than this breeze
as it wraps me up
in winter's blanket

i want to be like the trees
colorless and bare
of everything
that weighs me down

i want to dance free
in the wind
not snap
like dead branches
in storm's fury

i'm snapping though
and it's only december
i can feel the weight
of winter's wrath
pulling me down
grounding me

i am falling
blizzard-like
more than a few inches deep
everything is turning white
fading fast
within death's grasp
i am december's ending

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

 
I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are It's where fluttering flakes fall like stars on my face It's where the scarlet bird sings and a yuletide shrub sways It's where these arms get wrapped in your tinselled embrace It's where the mistletoe waits for kisses to exchange in the old doorway's shade. I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are Its where a stocking gets filled from a candle bazaar Its where the dough gets baked in molds of two heart shapes to be placed in one cookie jar I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are It's where carols are sung to the beat of the drum It's where lights are strung around our front porch posts It's where endless stories of our childhood are told It's where dreams are made where my love for you grows I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are It's the butterflies inside when you look in my eyes It's the smile on your face when we all sit down to eat the meal you just made I'll be home for Christmas home is where you are and wherever you are it is never too far for these feet to walk streets for this love to come flooding your heart.

Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2014

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christmas is

christmas is  being whith  family and friends
christmas is give and share
christmas is forgetting bad things
chrstman is with family who love you.

be leanne christian

Copyright © diane christian | Year Posted 2010

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Christmas A Time For Peace

Christmas is a time for peace 
make amends turn your enemies 
into friends, go ahead release 
your resentments, the remedies

for a peaceful life
are in your hands 
play the fife and
join the band; 

Christmas is a time for peace 
make amends turn your enemies 
into friends, go ahead release 
your resentments, the remedies 

are in your happy glow  
so pluck the plum 
kiss the mistletoe 
go easy on the rum; 

Christmas is a time for peace 
Stretch out your hand in peace...


Merry Christmas Every One xxx

MR 

Dec 11, 2015




Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2015

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Snow

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."

Copyright © Madison Caldwell | Year Posted 2013

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The Song of the Christmas Snow

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



Copyright © misty hunter | Year Posted 2007

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Christmas, Minus One

We said our goodbyes in June,
and the months since blur into mist.
At unexpected moments, awareness
of loss hits; tears spill unbidden.

Family gathering, Christmas Eve 
as usual . . . minus one.
We quietly exchanged gifts, 
found flowers from her funeral 
crafted into hand-made jewelry, 
kaleidoscopes, treasured mementoes.

I cooked grapes today, dark muscadines.
I extracted seeds and peelings, 
and measured life-sustaining juice 
through the metal funnel she used 
from the day of her marriage.
It came to me dented and bent, 
like her body had been at 93.

I still taste those fresh-from-the-oven 
chocolate rolls after school, 
garden tomatoes warmed by the sun, 
hot biscuits with apple jelly, 
squeezed from the peelings after 
she baked crisp slices in cinnamon-rich pie.

I'm glad I didn't know then,
about being allergic to Cinnamon.

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Dance

 
Someone saw me dance
in the town's square
covered with white snow
around the decorated pine.
 
The lights blinked brightly,
pseudo parcels hang here and there,
music murmured muted carols
as midnight slowly neared.
 
On top of the pine, a star
was shining strong and silvery,
all around the branches green
tinsel sparkled joyously.
 
Beneath the tree, a manger stood
reminding me of days gone by,
when a poor couple arrived
at a small but crowded town.
 
There was no place for them.
The child was born in poverty,
in the town named after bread.
Is there a place for Him now?
 
Someone saw me, but went on
alone towards his dreams.
I danced unaided around the tree.

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015

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Christmas Eve

She enters the bedroom and locks the door
A few deep breaths, a precious minute alone
She sighs, takes a moment, to unwind and restore 
A brief chance to re-group... refresh.., tidy her hair....
Her blouse has a splatter, ....what should she wear?
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she closes her eyes, with no one to peek
Lies back, her thoughts swim, ....how easy it would be to curl up and sleep...

A hectic day....they had arrived early in the morning
Like swarms of bees
Buzzing frenetically...dispersed quickly throughout
A tidal wave of activity,
A house, bulging at the seams..
Once again, home for the holidays
The brood...all her chicks and, and the cackle of offspring
Home to roost....

Beyond the closed door, the house is filled with small, distant sounds.
A clatter of dishes from the kitchen, oops sounds like something broken..
Someone is laughing.....someone else is talking politics.. 
Good smells of dinner, and bayberry candles scent the air.
Faint strains of music from the stereo,  Perry Como's joyful voice
One of the children is whining with a yowling fervor that her sibling has pushed her

Okay...time is up, ......she must check on dinner...
Turning out the bedroom light, stepping into the hall....
She stops,...hesitates just for a moment...
"Thank you, Lord...for these sounds, these smells, these precious moments....
Thank you for these many blessings....
Thank you for this most wonderful, happy year....

Thank You"....

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

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After Christmas Sigh

All gift's delivered

Some few still under the tree,

Voices filled with thanks!

Children jumping with glee...

Now we sit and sigh

Making plans for the 4th of July,

And Valentine's day

Easter, 

and so many more

In celebration of something,

Another Birthday for someone we adore...

There is money to be spent,

In spite of the economy

We rework our budgets wishing we were worry free.

Ah, but someone was happy today

twas Christmas, 'twas Christmas,

Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2012

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My Favorite Food For Christmas

Candied Coconut Rice

Creamy and spicy ginger garnish.












____________________
November 16, 2015

For Food 2: Holiday Connections Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Andrea Dietrich
Fourth Place

Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2015

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What I want for Christmas this year

Oh the day of Christmas 2020!
The snow has for long, been pushed further into the year.
I shan't spill a single tear.
Christmas this year is beautiful that I in my prime of Twenty Three am so glad.
I am so glad that you could spend it with me, my wonderful.
You are my breath of fresh air, my tender kiss.
You are my only Christmas wish.
Your beautiful glossy dark hair.
Followed with a loving oh so, tender stare.
You were my Christmas past.
You are my Christmas present.
And you... You will be my Christmas future.
There is no hate on Christmas day.
Tender loving care, here and away.
I’m glad that I can spend it with you.
My heart beats fast when your air fills the room.
My eyes tear up at the sound of your beautiful voice.
My hands bloom for your radiant glow.
Because I know, you know. 
What I want for Christmas this year.

Copyright © Nathan Karczewski | Year Posted 2015

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CHRISTMAS - repost

CHRISTMAS

For seasonal spice I was joyed to see
Our Japanese lights on the Christmas tree

Old Santa bulb fashioned so saucy and stout
We couldn’t imagine him ever burn out

A lean yellow lantern-man hung by his side
Another glass phantom who never died

Each twelve-month end when we screwed them in
Old Nips assumed their oriental grin

I swear those two quaint foreign boys
Were dearer by far than all my toys

I’d give most anything now to view
Our tree aglow    an old time new

To hear Mom laugh    Dad’s riotous cheer
When the pair lit-up for another year

Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2012

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Winter Memories

Days of past and wintry times
The chill of night within my bones
Words that last and cling to rhyme
Crackling flames and yuletide tones

Birds of night sing one last song
Then capture flight to warmer lands
Where they shall stay all winter long
Until the season changes hands

Ribbons and bows beneath the tree
Neatly tied 'round gifts of love
Cookies and milk near Santa's seat
And the mistletoe hung  
so high above

Hugs from friends who come to call
Children's faces filled with dreams
Good tidings and tinsel lining the walls
That share in my winter 
with warm memories

Michael 2013

Copyright © michael salazar | Year Posted 2015

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The Divine Messenger-Christmas With Christ poem Story contest

Christmas With Christ Poem/Story Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Way before Jesus Christ was born, I was one of a chosen few,
to be a spiritual Being attending to God. 
I thought I was really nobody special, 
but He thought I was.
He thought I was a beautiful benevolent being,
Bright and celestial acting as a courier for Him 
between Heaven and earth.
See there are different types of angels, 
I happen to be the only "Divine Messenger". 
And there I stood in paradise, praising, 
dancing and singing with Him, 
The Almighty glowed with all colors of the rainbow, 
With prisms shining out of his hands,
with the maximum of whiteness,
Reflecting His loving arms. 
One evening He came to me and expressed
His deep passion for mankind, 
I noticed He was excited.
He said, "Soon there shall be a Man, made out of my blood, 
a living sacrifice of  My word and actions on earth. He shall be
the Savior of all people, and those who believe in Him shall see the Kingdom of Heaven." 
When I heard this news I stood there in awe. 
For the first time I saw God proclaiming that His
miracles would be performed by a man, His one true Son. 
After that, he took me aside and gave me a very 
special duty to perform. I was to be the messenger to proclaim to the world that born unto them would be a Savior. He said, "Shout to the world, Heaven and earth that a Son shall be born and 
He Shall be named Jesus Christ of Nazareth." 
I had strict directions from God. 
He told me to prepare myself for my significance was great. 
On the day of Christ's birth I was very busy. 
I had to gather all the other angels. 
The cherubs, archangels, celestial hierarchy's, 
the searph's and lastly the guardian Angels. 
I was His one and only Divine Messenger, 
and what an important duty I had to fulfill! 
All day I waited in anticipation of the night that would soon come,
The night our Lord was to be born unto the earth.
As I looked down and watched the sun slowly setting,
I knew it was almost time for me to fly below.
On my way down to Bethlehem,
I saw this star, so vivid the whole sky lit up and it radiated all 
Throughout the world. 
Following that star were three wise men
and I could see that they had many gifts for Jesus's mother and father, Mary and Joseph. 
They were riding on donkey's so slow,
but they wouldn't let that star out of their sight. 
When I arrived at the poor little manger, 
I saw Mary and Joseph almost where Christ was to be born.  
As they rode up I was pained to see how 
much anguish Mary was going through. For she was special. 
She was a virgin chosen to carry and deliver the one and only Son of God. 
My halo was radiating the brightest colors of white's
and yellow's, with a tiny hue of pink. 
For I was the angel created to watch and protect this crisp and magnificent Christmas night. 
I said, "I have a message from the Almighty Father, 
you two shall inherit the earth In thanksgiving for bringing
Jesus into this world. For because of you, all mankind Shall be saved and those who follow Him shall see the 
Glory of God and enter the Kingdom of Heaven." 
Mary just looked so exhausted and fatigued. 
I knew she had but one more push. And then there was one last cry in agony and there He was, Jesus Christ! 
I played my trumpet and violin in volumes so intense. 
All the pain, suffering and sacrifice was worth it. 
Shepherds starting walking up and bringing their 
flocks to witness the biggest Miracle that has ever 
been performed. Three wise men came up, knelt down while
bowing, bearing gifts of frankincense and myrrh.
I saw Joseph crying in joy and Mary smiling in amazement
 at what had taken Place. 
As she gazed down at her little boy she was overwhelmed with a feeling of wonder And admiration. 
She looked at her loyal husband and he kissed her on her forehead as if it was the First time he kissed her. 
I could just feel the glory in their hearts.
They have been waiting months for this day and it is finally here. 
I have never seen something more spiritually awoken than
The souls of those two Proud parents. 
Then we all looked up to the sky and that star 
shined brighter and emitted all colors of the rainbow.
I am an angel, and I have never seen something
so spectacular in all my time revering God. 
As the night carried on, more people from 
Bethlehem noticed the star of wonder And you 
should've seen all of them praising baby Jesus, 
the newborn King....
I've been up here a very long time, in fact for eternity, 
And I know in my heart nothing will ever compare. 
Although, I did hear a little rumor that Jesus Christ
is coming back to earth real Soon.
I can't wait until all His followers meet with me a
and we can all glorify Him in Heaven forever...
Merry Christmas everyone... 

Written: November 7, 2015

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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Performing On a Unicycle

   (in Branson, Missouri)

I've seen Santa on billboards,
in store windows,
on street-corners, ringing tiny bells.

I've seen Santa on TV,
in sales magazines,
in parades with funny little elves.

I've seen Santa in lights,
as blow-ups on front lawns,
hanging on walls or doors,
as painted statues, decorating shelves.

When breezy chill hits the air,
Santa Claus is everywhere.

Kids really dig Santa,
in their hearts, he's real.
Whatever will they think 
of Santa, riding on a wheel?

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Christmas Scene

So what is different
The vagrant limps across the careening snow
Scantily unkempt
From inside the bank with glittering glass
I watched him pass
Carried by the flow
Of that dilapidated mass
For whom tolls the jingling bell
And toll, and toll ignored again
My heart 
Shunning the superficial cheer
Left all I heard
Devoted to a pilgrimage of eyes
Where the fire glows warm
And hope gathers moth-like 
I see him push, and pushing through
Put out his arms to touch the tired flame
As though an angel had troubled it
Or perhaps a rudimentary manger
And Christ so far from it
While he sleeps secure on warm
On the bank floor
Under the beautiful Christmas tree.
I walked away
Full of grief and empty
While behind me toll, and toll again
The jingling bells of the Salvation Army.
O Mary, hail us not as Joseph in this despair
Nor magnify too much your feat
He too has swollen and blistered feet
And I volatile from the pilgrimage
Ask questions of my faith
Tell me, for all the change from manger to cross,
What is different now from then?











Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

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Every day is Christmas


It’s that time of year again
when lights are strung, wreaths are hung 
and glass balls in every color and shape dangle,
sparkling from evergreen branches
in homes, displayed in front windows
with plastic Santas, (some waving)
standing in Styrofoam snow 
for all who pass to see

Department stores are all a shimmer
with sweaters and mittens
lining shelves in themes of red and green,
as illumined reindeer hover overhead
the frantic shopping crowds while
sales clerks wear red pointed hats 
with white furry balls atop

City streets are draped in 
silver and gold glistening garland,
offering season’s greetings
as even traffic lights seem festive
with “Jingle Bells” blaring from
car stereos through open windows
inviting the cold air in 

And I chuckle, 
not in a bad way, perhaps in a selfish way
for you see, I know that this is me,
no matter what time of the year it is
because my heart is decorated
with the most beautiful ornament
I could ever find…your love 

And every day is Christmas to me…

Written for The Heart of Christmas poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose



Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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Merry Christmas PS!

This is always a very very difficult time of year for me. I get so dang depressed,
and yes the majority of that pain comes from being incarcerated.  It is a very lonely place.  
Christmas is actually my fav. time of year. It was also my momma's (Grandmomma) who 
passed in 2007.  Her memory glows brighter within my heart during Christmas.  She raised 
me from a babe to a man...Yes I was grandmas boy :) So I was extremely spoiled.  When 
she passed in "07 (while I was in here) Man it nearly killed me.  Please read "For 
Grandmomma" (I wrote about her and my loss).  Anyway - Thank you to my best friend 
Marty Owens, For making Christmas a little happier for me.  I don't really have "family" only 
(my 2 beautiful daughters Jasmine 11 yrs and Brianna 9 yrs.)  Marty is all I have in my life.  
It's a very lonely hard place to be in without "family" or "friends"          Friends are so rare.  
I'm talking genuine friends.  So he introduced me to PS because of my raging passion for 
writing. I've grown so attached to some of you! I'm surprised at the love I have for some of 
you and I don't really know some of you. lol  It's wierd, but love can be wierd sometimes.  
So ...Charma many hugs and kisses!  Carol B. who introduced a lot of people on PS to me.  
Thank you!  Lolita my friend until the end!  Audrey my biggest fan, I'm here for you always! 
Patricia A. woman you always make me smile.  Simone my newest fan your comments 
sometimes make me blush! lol   Linda-Marie I loved my Christmas card  and your 
encouraging words...thank you..Lena...what can I say?  There are cards I would like to get 
out to some of you..send addresses sm and marty will get them to me via postal mail.  I 
would like to hear from you guys w/pics  I too will send pics of me  Merry Christmas XOXO's 
Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587 P.O. Box 2405  Marion NC 28752

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2009

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Under The Mistletoe

Silent raindrops trickle down my window-pane on a frosty Winter day. Red-breasted cardinals tweet in distance as children ride the sleigh Smoke ascent from chimney-tops amid shrubs and evergreens Leaves leap through the wind in chase of distant dreams. Waltzing swans in calm streams touching beak to beak Squirrels in their grey nests playing hide-and seek Grandma baking apples with cinnammon and spice I keep thinking of you Snow angel with warm eyes. An old oak wooden cabin filled with laughter and liquor The flicker of a candle shows me you're still there. A hush-hushed tender whisper 'neath harp strings of the moon Calls my arms to hold you as crimson hollies bloom. A cheerful song of Christmas shared between two hearts A mistletoe , proposals We've kissed to never part.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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A Newspaper Boy's Christmas Dream

The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
 
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
 
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
 
He ran from church to church,
from avenue to avenue,
from restaurant to restaurant,
spreading the good and holy news.
”Baby Jesus is born, Jesus is born!”
Soon he was tired for lack of food.
But though the job was badly paid,
he persisted for he believed
one day Jesus would bless him too.
 
So he went on, giving his flyers
proclaiming the holy news
until a strange light attracted him.
Slowly he approached and saw
a small Child in a manger
smiling softly at him.
“Come near my friend, come hear.
Look there are better flyers
beneath my cosy manger.
Go and distribute these.”
 
The newspaper boy obeyed.
He read the flyer and jumped with joy.
Quickly he returned to the centre
and with renewed energy he shouted:
 
“Hear, hear, read the news,
Heaven is full of repentant sinners,
come one, come all,
Heaven is there for you,
that's why He was born this day,
come hear the good news.
It is for you.
Merry Christmas.”

11/26/2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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Yuletide Shadows

Old fashioned memories of Christmas eve wrap up her heart with twinkling fairy-lights Hot sugar-plum trickles its sweetness from Winters gone Cold waltzing winds invite wild fire to warm the hallway till the last ember from maple logs fades soft and slowly within her soul. A cup of joy from season's song fills up each thought with yester's vision when silver tinsel sparkled the night and voices hummed in graceful cheer. When melting icicles glistened in his eyes as virgin snowflakes veiled her brown hair. Incadescent hues in cobbled alleys welcome December with blue spruce pine cones and wholly wreaths Comforting scents of cedar wood and vigil lanterns light up the Grotto and winding streets. Another year,her eyes sat on a silent star which stands upon the verdant tree Which knows a wish,which hears each sigh,yet fails to sprinkle serenity. The perching robin has left its nest,leaving its scarlet upon her chest Smouldering ash is what remains and lurking frost on window-panes. Neath the lone mistletoe by candle bliss, Upon her brow His withered kiss.
For Mystic Rose's -The Heart of Christmas Contest.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2016

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HEARTBEAT OF CHRISTMAS

HEARTBEAT OF CHRISTMAS

Can you hear his heartbeat?
Lay your ear to his chest
His onesie wet with your tears
You wipe them with your hair

Do you hear salvation’s coo?
With eyes that sparkle when they look at you
With a smile that lights up the room
Profound words that created you

Do you answer when he cries?
Pick up your cross and follow him
Remember the childhood wounds
Blood sweat and tears that oozed

Do you kneel down?
With shepherds and kings
With an earthly mother and father
Honoring the king of kings

Open earth’s yellowing album
See the crimson velvet of Santa Claus
Fancy white fur hems, and a jolly laugh
But before you hear those jingle jolly bells

A humble man with a long white beard
Closes his eyes, kneels at a crib
Lauds the one who makes all things possible

11/29/2016


Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016

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- Silence In Christmas Thoughts -


  This is the season when the forest has winter coat on
  Where does frost smoke come from
  Is it our angels morning yawn
  Sunlight comes as little fanfares from the cello tones
  Large pine trees decorated for Christmas joy
  Gusts send thoughts from forest to sea
  Everything slides into each other to a beating heart
  Here's silence among nature sounds
  Christmas is approaching .... once from the purest source
  The time Jesus lay in the crib





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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014