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- A Most Irish Fairy Tale -

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)

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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.

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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

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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

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To Child, I Say

Do not delay
it is time, it is time!
Write the letter
Send it off
There is no time to waste

Send north
straight north
north as a compass needle
over frosty ice and snow
to the pole
to the pole!

Santa's waiting
Elves are restless
reading letters
on their breaks
Drumming, tapping
punching leather.

They hurry, they hurry!
No time to rest
Children waiting
children wishing
They are south
and warmer too.

Elves wrap
in colored paper
ribbon wrap
and tie in bow
pack it in a parcel
carry through
a path of snow.

Pile them high
upon the sled
Pile them deep
and cover over
Save them from
the sleet and snow.

Reindeer waiting
munching hay
restless waiting
would go flying
higher than
a harvest moon.

Roof is waiting
hearth is warming
tree is shining
children sleeping
with one eye.

There they are
to greet the morning
greet the child's 
day unfolding
wraps unwrapping
glee is sounding.

Mama in the kitchen
Kids are gorging
on the candy
gray and sick
when overstuffed.

None regret
the Christmas morning
cameras snapping
for the keeping
wrapping up
a time worth keeping.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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

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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.

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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."

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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

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CHRISTMAS - repost


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

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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

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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

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Bah, Humbug

Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
past lawns
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that could have easily been
brush stroked with 
da Vinci's golden teardrops.

(Impoverished attention-getters)

"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
and just...

turn the air conditioner


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Christmas home decor- a wreath poem-N

Christmas home decor

Short and round is our Christmas wreath
Wreath we made of the tree branches
Branches are tied with the red ribbons
Ribbons stuck with berries,ready is the wreath.

Wreath is placed on our door’s foot steps
Steps away is the snow on tree not far
Far away, look, how He laid His holy hands
Hands on things He wants us to see and praise.

Praise him, be quick your voice to raise
Raise your hands his love to receive 
Receive love in your every choice forever
Forever on Christmas with this decor wreath.


This type of poetry was first introduced by George Herbert, a contemporary
of Shakespeare. There are two ways to write it. In above poem, the last
word of the first line is the first word of the next line and so on. Or one
may use any word of the first line as the first word of the next line. Variations
of the word can also be used.

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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

   A-L Andresen :)

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My Darkest Childhood Memory-w

( This is a fictional write)

I was a short skinny seven year old boy growing in a town
Believed in fantasies of scary boogie to jolly old red man.
When dad took to see Santa, was worried about naughty list.
On Christmas Eve I went to bed early full with excitement.

Then heard a strange sound coming from the living room
Saw parents carrying toys placing them under the tree.
Returned to bed and where I silently cried myself to sleep.
As if was not enough heard the voices of parents fighting.

Saw Christmas tree torn, toys scattered and dad leaving.
Felt rejection, loneliness, physical and emotional abuse
It was awful and bitterly engrained still in my memory.
When the troubles come, come not single but in battalion.

Sixth place win in:
Contest: My darkest childhood Memory sponsored by Walayee Whitlock

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What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.
It's been given a life spark, a gift from the angelic
Spirits on high, illuminated by a polar glow above,
And low behold the birthing of an ice angel..
Under the hushed spell of midnight, amongst the
Diamond dust fields of winter, the fluttering
Of shadow wings can be heard.
Sheer to the light of ebony’s opulence, the blackened
Figure stirs within her shallow grave, to emerge as
A glistening specter of flights ascension.
Thinned glittering gems sprinkled by faiths devotion,
Are these appendages made of snow mists.
Shifting with beauty, she soars to the kingdom of the lord.
Reflected in the sunlight these ice wing chambers do shine,
Capturing the colors of the rainbow, exploding, bursting with
Each appendages flapping, climbing through the vastness of
The heights, does not the warmth of the sun, embrace these
Creatures of ice and snow, and so do they melt with sorrows
Regrets, becoming heavens tear drops of frozen lace.
Fractured shards of crystalline endities, whom almost touch
The face of grace itself, yet none returning unto the earth below,
As sleets crushed dreams of winter, thus this icy cycle of life
Continues ever more.
What happens to the angel figure, that we make
In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away
Forgotten beneath the October moon?
Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed,
By the laughter of innocence children, and graced
With joys utter bliss of happiness.


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Holding On, Or Throwing Away?

There were things of mine in the drawers that could be thrown out,
But I kept gravitating to the things that were his.

His Public School 45 autograph book. It was red, white, and blue leatherette with 
a zipper.
Inside was his hand, writing the names of favorite teachers,
	And the dreams of the future you have when you are 13.
His father, an old world German who never shared himself,
	left ink blotches of emotion under his hand.

In another drawer, the fancy leather passport wallet complete with passport and 
	He was 16.
I don’t remember him talking about anything else with the same twinkle in his 
	As he did about the 6 months he spent in Germany.

Here is a poem written to him on his 40th birthday,
	by his best friend in the world.
The gift made so much better because it was so unlike this IBM Executive
	to write personal poetry full of memories.

There was an untouched underwear drawer.
Belt buckles.
Cards of love and joy that I had given to him over many years.
A collection of Christmas wallets.
A yo-yo. Gift from a child with nothing else to give.
Old prescription glasses. Why do we keep those? Pocket knives, hankies.

A sweater and socks I knitted for him,
	Always said they were too good to wear.
		I store them still.

Every drawer I opened, every cupboard, every box stored away throughout the 
whole house had something of his tucked away within.
A stray bullet or black powder ball. A toothpick holder.
A cork screw. A flint, patches, pictures of his ‘49 Olds, a comb, a watch, pocket 

~ Maybe if I go clean someplace safe like the fridge.
		And there was the bottle of Zeller Schwartz Katz wine 
bought for the coming Christmas season of entertaining.

This is foolishness,  hanging on.  
In spite of saving all this stuff
	the hole in me is still there. ...
		But I just could not throw him away.

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Choose to be Happy

Choose to be Happy

I am happy because I choose to be; my life is far from perfect.

Others are content but I make conscious choices to be Happy and to be a positive person.

You don’t have to be rich or have a lot of money and material wealth to be happy.

Many wealthy people are poor in Spirit with all the money, fame and things that they have.

This Christmas Eve night as I write this poem I think about how I manage my money focusing on my needs first and then my wants.

I ask myself: Can I afford that? Do I need this? Can I wait for the store price to go down and get that dress on sale?

I hope that once I am financially stable with a decent job I can have a coat drive for kids age 1 through 16 in Trenton, New Jersey when every boy and girl gets a cute new coat and I hope that my story inspires others my battle with mental illness over 19 years…

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Happy Birthday Jesus

Oh Lord and mighty Savior 
I sing in your name praise be
In honor to you King of Israel
who takes away the sins of this world

Star of all stars Bethlehem 
shining salvation loves light
purity in the scriptures fulfilled
proclaiming him blessed Holy One

A messenger singing Heavenly
an angel in praise to king of kings
In peace and good deeds God's only son
Blessed born his Immaculate heart

Conceived of the Holy Spirit Lord
Almighty Holiness in your council 
one of understanding happy birthday
Our shepherd born salvation leads his flock

Faraway in the distance
three wise kings following sign
A diamond star they followed
light of truth born shone in a manger

As they entered bowing bearing gifts
Gold worshiping the Almighty king
Myrrh most precious bitter herb of the east
Frankincense to perfume our Holy One

The shepherds came as an angel sang out
Heavenly song in gentle melody
singing born today is our savior child
praise eternities revelations tune

O  most Gracious Lord Jesus 
I bow humble inside meek 
happy birthday oh master 
our savior Almighty King

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A Christmas Past

It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that 
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t 
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping 
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we 
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift. 
Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree, 
ones from our grandparents and of course mom
and dad. But that one, the one you wished for 
was never knitted socks or mitts or anything
you wear, it was something special like 
a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts 
came to me. We always visited relatives and 
good friends and I remember taking it with me.
I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own 
transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to 
the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my 
hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old 
girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night 
every time the announcer said his name. Many 
Christmases have come and gone since then, but
the memories of that radio with an antenna and 
two turning knobs I will never forget.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Contest: Hush of Christmas Past

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A tall tragic tale-w

On the day before Christmas 1997 I was in a supermarket
Saw many people,I thought it’ll take long time to buy gifts
Christmas  getting more and more annoying every year,
Cursed and wondered if kids really play with  costly toys.

Noticed a small boy pressing doll against chest, touching hair
Looking sad,asking granny if she has enough to buy the doll
She asked to wait, looked around, left the boy with the doll
I walked to him, and asked who he wanted to give the doll to.

He said “The doll my sister wanted the most this Christmas”
I replied,”Don't worry, Santa would bring it to her after all.
The boy said,” I don’t think Santa can give where she is now
My mom will carry it as she's about to go to see God soon 

I told Dad,tell mom not to go, wait my return from the market
I reached my pocket,had enough for the doll and some spare
The granny came, I left market finishing shopping differently.
On my way home, I  couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind.

Then,remembered having read the news of a drunk truck driver
Hitting a car in which there was a young lady and a little girl 
The little girl died right away and the young lady was in coma.
Next day,read the news that the young lady has passed away.

Bought roses, went to the mortuary where dead body exposed
Saw her in coffin,the photo of the boy and the doll on her chest.

**Unfortunately it is a true story except my going to the mortuary
though I wanted it much but could not as I was a foreigner in 
those days. My only pasttime was to visit Malls and reading newspapers. 


Dr. Ram Mehta
Seventh place win in
Contest: My "Saddest" Christmas Ever sponsored by Constance la France

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A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard,
It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter
Amazement surrounding me.
Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white
Lace glistens, in the December sun.
Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty.
Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me,
In this my wintery wonderland.
Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends
An icy chill downwards, but I notice not.
I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets
Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page.
Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay
I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait.
Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything,
There is to be seen, but ti’s a spiritual moment,
Of reflection, in clarity's vision.
The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist,
A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the
God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design.
Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge,
It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural
Paradise left undiscovered.
The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by
The northern lights, aurora’s multicolored rainbows,
Dancing in the Alaskan horizon.
An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility,
Humanity has forgotten for progress.
It is a magical essence of solitude, that
Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the
Meaning of existence.
Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side,
Warming these aching bones.
 But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by
A higher powers kindling, a flame, ignited with imagination,
In this my wintery wonderland.




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A Simple Southern Christmas

It's gonna be a simple southern Christmas here.
All I want from Santa is some egg nog, bourbon and beer.
I'm gonna wait on Santa Christmas Eve night,
and when he's not lookin' I just might,
steal his reindeer.
It's gonna be a simple southern Christmas here.
I'm sending out my Christmas cheer.
I'm gonna sit on my front porch swing and sing.
It will be a good thing to hear those jingle bells ring.
I thought I seen Santa on the backwoods bayou road,
but instead it was a big fat toad.
It'a a wonderful simple southern Christmas here.
Santa just brought me some egg nog, bourbon, and beer.
When he wasn't lookin' I stole his reindeer.
So now I can deliver my Christmas cheer.
But hurry, hurry, I'm in a rush,
got to give that reindeer a little push.
Got to go, got to go,
got to get home to fix my gumbo.
It is Christmas day,
and I'm in  a rush I must say.
It's gonna be a simple southern Christmas here.
Just add egg nog, bourbon and beer.
Mix it up with some Christmas cheer.
I'm ready for Christmas every year.

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A Christmas Song for You on Xmas

center Christmas Song for Christmas 2012 This Song is a gift for all my Christian friends on the Xmas Day. Soon I would place it on You Tube also.Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year 2013 to all my friends. Ravindra You who is our savior sublime, You who made our heart so kind, Through prayer you taught us, To reach near You Through tears you taught us How to pardon others. Through Love and Kindness, You have showed us The lofty heights, Through benevolence You purified the hearts full of sins. And by bearing our sufferings On your shoulders O’ God, You taught to smile even in strife, O God, How beautifully you have taught us, To win hatred with love and sacrifice. Ravindra Kanpur 25th Dec. 2012

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 What is Christmas about anyway?
What does it all mean this happy holiday?
Some guy up North is laughing at us,
Ho Ho Ho!
Oh by jingle, bring out old Chris Kringle,
To light up every lawn on the block.
Put aside those Christmas blues,
Instead lets decorate,
 Keeping our spirits lite,
With decorations delights.
Don't you remember cold winter
Hanging a hundred strains, of 
Decorative multicolored lights.
After all your hard work,
One bulb, just flickers,
Then without warning,
It goes out completely.
Deck those halls, drag out the, 
Holly, put up the mistletoe by golly.
Let us welcoming a new tradition,
Started by the baby boom generation.
Black Friday's shopping extravaganza,
 Which begins at the crack of dawn.
Brave souls camping out, huddled together,
Just to save a dollar.
Frozen gnomes, with coffee cups held tightly,
Standing in a everlasting line,
Patiently, waiting for the doors to finally open.
After arriving home, grateful it's all over.
Then realizing it's time, to do all the
 Joyous wrapping.
 So open the eggnog, pour me a glass,
I'll drink it down in celebrations repast.
Bring on the turkey with sides galore,
Shall we not feast until theirs no room for more.
But really to me it's all about a time long ago,
In a manger far away, beneath a shinning star,
Here a tiny baby was born,
And he smiled at mankind's world.
Family, loved ones gathered near,
Hearts in hand.
 Embracing each other with happiness,
Love and good cheer.


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sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

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Mythical animal
A single horn
From the center of its forehead
Beauty in its essence

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Christmas Dinner with Friends

I am afraid that I have no family
members left.  So usually my holiday 
is spent with my two best friends: Leslie,
 65; and Anne, 77. I am 61 so it can be 
quite a job finding commonalities between 
the three of us. Neither Anne nor Leslie
like to celebrate Christmas, but I do, so 
I learned to make a big fuss over it until 
they give in. So far I've succeeded with
having a Christmas tree and some outdoor
lights...and of course a big meal. I'll never
forget the first Christmas I spent at Leslie's, 
a big fan of the baked potato. I was thoroughly 
aghast when I was served one baked potato 
with some butter and sour cream. Where is
the dinner, I thought. So I waited awhile and 
searched the cupboards for some cranberry 
sauce or anything that resembled a holiday 
meal. Nope, one potato, that was it. I didn't 
say a word but next Christmas I started early
presenting my demands. Things gradually 
got better each year, this year we're actually
getting a Christmas tree and serving prime 
rib for dinner...ahhh....blessed Christmas.

December 9, 2012

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On the 10th day of Christmas -
I didn't have a true love.
I burned my knee caps with cigarette butts.

On the 9th day of Christmas -
I reminisced about the death of John Lennon
and watched re-runs of Gunsmoke.

On the 8th day of Christmas -
I called my cell phone 8 times because I was lonely
and needed to hear a familiar voice.

On the 7th day of Christmas -
I fell asleep in St. Patrick's cathedral
and didn't drink from the baptismal font.

On the 6th day of Christmas -
My best friend passed away.
I saved his Bloomingdale's gift-receipt.

On the 5th day of Christmas -
I watched the movie: "It's A Wonderful Life."
I simultaneously laughed at my own.

On the 4th day of Christmas -
I woke up and opted to eat stale fruitcake
Shards of broken Christmas ornaments adorned my flesh.

On the 3rd day of Christmas -
Was the 3rd day of Christmas. 
I burned my Advent calendar while drowning in a scotch-bath.

On the 2nd day of Christmas -
I prayed for nonsensical, spiritual guidance.
No one, of any importance, heard me.

On the last day of Christmas -
I purchased myself a rifle.
I found it unnecessary to re-read the instructions.

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Christmas Poems For Kids And teenagers: 4 Hours To Christmas

It’s eight, I’m waking up late the aroma of mummy’s fry gives me so much joy to cry It’s nine, admiring my gifts so fine counting the time to display this, I’ve been hoping since may. It’s ten; guess who’s here; Uncle Ben can’t wait for his Biblical stories as the Kitchen scents with currys It’s eleven; I wished for this hour since seven dancing through the city square I’m so happy Life is fair. Hurray! It’s Christmas and I don’t want it to pass so thank you Jesus, for this gift of Love!

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The After Turkey Day Blues

The turkey is cold. The dressing is gone.
All of your friends and family have gone home.
Every show on cable television is a holiday rerun.
The stores are overflowing with shopaholic maniacs.
Your neighbors are complaining about your outdoor Christmas lights.
The kids are fighting over who gets to eat the last slice of pie.
They call it Black Friday for a good reason, it is a hell of a day.
It is only a twenty four hour horror so put a smile on your face.
Remember that in less than a month it will be Christmas Day.

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Christmas Wishes

                              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

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Christmas Days Of The Pioneer

A symphony of simplicity,
The rugged log cabin with the very tall spruce tree.
Decorated lovingly by the parents and children,
Home made decorations.

Deliciously baked cookies in the shape of Christmas symbols,
A gold ribbon tied to each so you could place the cookie on the tree.
The delicious popcorn and red and green paper chains,
Gold stars cut out of paper and carefully placed on the tree.

The rugged table and chairs set with a beautiful tablecloth,
Candles of beeswax placed on the table with branches of spruce.
The dishes simplistic yet beautiful,
The parents and children wore pioneer fashions.

The women wore long dresses of cotton,
The men wore handsome suits.
Presents homemade with care and love,
Placed under the Christmas  tree.

A dinner of home cooked potatoes and roast beef with sauce,
A delectable homemade pie and freshly baked bread.
All cooked by mother and the children,
They all sat at the table, father said a prayer.
Thankful to be together again.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.
Warmed by the sun’s rays, cradled by Mother Nature’s
Loving embrace, I’ve grown in the shadows of my elders,
My brethren of the forest wilds.
Tenderly a sprout grew forth, within me a secret kept
Unto myself alone, happily watching the world passes
Ideally by, as seasons changed from spring, to summer,
Yielding unto fall, then covered beneath
Blankets of chilling white.
I fear not the slicing of the human ax, or mourn
For having to leave thy native soil rich and warm,
For my life’s secret is coming true you see,
Mine inner Gift is to be a Christmas tree.
Blazing chains of sparkling lights shall grace
My branches of evergreen, as trims silvery tinsel
Hangs from my strong timbered limbs, that
Shine in the glowing warmth of this magical
Holiday called Christmas.
Crowning from above, admiration's highest branch
Lies a sacred symbol of ages eon’s long ago passed
A brilliant star of opulence, twinkling in the twilight’s
After glow of this special season.
Its eternal light weaves its mystical rays through my
Thick branches of pine, casting a shining upon the
Manjor hidden underneath, behold the greatest gift
Ever given, a simple child of the everlasting spirit.
Beneath my bark is a whisper stilled in silence,
Scrolled within my rings of age, is a wish waiting
To be answered.
A timeless spark, infused engrain's of wooden pulp,
Legacies promise sense before my birth’s germination,
My special reason for existence.


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Twelfth Day of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas My true love (hubby) sent to me 12 baskets of laundry Eleven dishwashing liquids Ten laundry soaps Nine vacuum cleaners Ten frying pans Nine oven toasters Eight soft brooms Seven kitchen aprons Six sheers for mowing Five hair netsssssssssss Four dustpans Three floor scrubs Two rubber gloves And a pretty nanny for my baby
Dec. 14, 2012 By Leonora Galinta Merry, Merry Christmas to All! Please sing with me;)) First Prize Contest: 12 days of X-mass Judged: 12/25/2012 Sponsor: My greatest Poet, PD/Linda

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Gift For Me

                 Gift For Me
  The sounds of the season,
  Snow and bells ringing.

  Cookies baked with little ones.
  Time spent with that older friend.

  Every Christmas card brings a
  memory of that special one,
  Near or far we remember them.

  Finding the perfect gifts for
  your loved ones.

  The most precious gift a person
  can give another , is the gift of
  self and time.

  A gift given of time, to someone else,
  turned out to be a gift given to me.
  The Christmas spirit will never die
  It will live on ,in our hearts forever.

  Anne Rutherford
  Copyright 2008
 Poems From The Heart Series.

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St Stephen's Day

All year you were doing it

And refused to tell me why.

Each coin given in change

Was dropped into the empty coffee can

And by July, another can was needed.

December brought the Christmas tree

That you decorated with care

And when I asked what gift you wanted

You were annoyed

“We’re not buying anything,” you announced

With that special tone of finality.

Christmas night we sat together

Under blankets on the sofa

And you were happy

And I was lost in awe.

On December 26 you leapt from bed

And shook me awake.

“It’s Saint Stephen’s Day!” you proclaimed

Playfully poking your finger into my side

“Saint who?” I asked.

So all the coins were poured from the cans,

Counted and divided into packages

Of equal amounts before you pulled me

Onto the streets and into dismal alleys

“This is Charlotte,” you told me 

And gave her one of the packaged coins.

“This is Thomas,” you later said

And presented him with another of the packages.

You knew all of their names 

And I couldn’t understand how

These residents of alleys and park benches and bushes

Were known to you like old friends

I even noticed that Thomas was wearing 

That sweater I was missing from the closet

“In Italy,” you told me, holding my face

Within your hands.

“St. Stephen’s Day is a time of giving.

Isn’t it wonderful?”

And in that moment I didn’t know

If the day was wonderful

I only knew that you were.

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Bursting from within the heart of a blizzard shock wave,
Shutters the flexing eye of this white hurricane storm,
Shattering the inner core into a blazing shards torrent,
A miracle of utter mystical enchantment occurs,
In this ancient incantations sacred spell.
It is a crystallized super nova’s raw force, exploding from
The inner guttural roar of nature giving birth, to
The snow bird of paradise.
In its translucent chamber egg of ice, resting in the
Diamond dust covered nest, lined with crystal frozen gems,
Shimmering beneath the chilling Artic sun, as the
Freezing embrace of mother earth, rocks her starling,
Kindred off spring, waiting, are anticipating its hatching.
Ever tenderly the life within stirs, as if a captured moment
Of purities grace, encapsulated in brilliance opulence,
The shells shard melts away, in a hushed display of beauties
Refinement and complete elegance.
Nature itself seems to hold its very breath, as the
Snow bird rises, for the first motions step, in a swaying
Waltz of harmony.
Behold the snow bird strides forth, fanning her plumage
Behind, a white laced peacock is exposed, unfolding its winged
Feathers delicately, one by one, until the colors
Reflect the light rays from the polar sun.
Gleaming in radiance, the fineries majestic appendages
Sparkle with razzle-dazzles adornments, yet the winds brush
At her downy softness, as if caressing the fleece of a new
Born lamb’s wool, ever so gently.
Plumages lace of snowflakes spread wide, in a splendors display
Of glitz and glamour, as the fluffy strains ripple in the night winds
Whispering, come along my beautiful creation, it is time to warm
My soil with springs everlasting promise, once more.


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Santa The Capitalist

New Year is at our doorstep
But first we have to celebrate Christmas peace

We are stressed up and vortices around the shopping centers
Always late with something,Always forgot something to someone

Back to the madness one more time,entering the battlefield again
But first of all..finding a free spot at the parkinglot..AHH! There`s one!

Screaming brakes next to me,another guy spotted it too
Move your ".blip." car you idiot,are you stupid or something?!?

Later on,we all gather around the table to eat Christmas dinner
Tell eachother how much we love our families and fellow human beings night..
My stomach is overloaded with christmas dinner and dessert

Santa is late though..must be overtime,again
Since he switched over to capitalism,he is stressed more than ever

Merry Christmas everyone,I will do my best
In reminding myself what Christmas is all about

Desember 23, 2011

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All the feasts will sing

All the feasts will sing

Let us dance

Let us sing

Let us celebrate

The whole world will dance

The whole world will sing

The whole world will celebrate

Even the feasts will sing
Will dance
Will celebrate

The Prophet's Birthday
Mother's Day
Labor Day
Valentine's Day

All the feasts will sing

All the feasts will dance

All the feasts will celebrate

All the feasts will say

Life is beautiful

Life is a short dream

Let us enjoy it.

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Recycled Wisdom Lost

Recycled Wisdom Lost
                       by Odin Roark

How common to recycle today
or bubble wrap.

How rare the regard for pleas from
wishing also to amend anew.

How satisfying,
To arouse the sleeping heart,
thrusting its comfort-beat
upon new rhythms made aware,
ensuing  musical notes of clarity
not yet upon the staff of boundaries,
affording dissonance where only
harmony's familiarity once reigned.

To revisit memory
offering bygone experience,
wiser tools of perception,
scrambling dog-eared indexes
cross-referencing fact and fabrication,
allowing waste to fall free,
encouraging truth to persevere.

To sort through mind's many strategies,
discounting some,
discarding others,
dismantling exhausted cogs that
advance little the unknown begging at the door.

Such is…

To complete one's desire to remain conscious,
allowing distinction for that worth rebirthing
from chaff heretofore but a friction urging resolve.

How obvious to some:
the take-to-the-curb days of consciousness.

How misunderstood by others:
the smothering effect of effort
to treat excess destined as garbage.

How aware
those who
like the winged flights on high
weave today's nest
from yesterday's exhausted remnants,
knowing well the destiny of permanence
is but to replant where burnt forests once thrived.

And yet…

We often think recycling is confined to aluminum,
plastics, glass and other fabrications of man’s intellect,
but what of...

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In his Arms

A story of Faith..
How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have .
I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr old child .
That child being myself 

so let me rewind a bit in time .
It was preschool to 1st grade , I would fall into a vegetable state at school , with my head down on the desk .
My Mother was a very talented RN and worked in triage at St. Francis Hospital
She would take me to the best of Pediatrics , only to be told ," take her home give her a aspirin,  if fever gets to high , and call us in the morning . 

All I can remember is this.

I was laying on my Mothers bed as from the ceiling it appeared a man that resembled "Jesus Christ ' and his Angels , 6 on each side lifted me from the bed in his arms , and took me to a place of warmth , light and love like I have never felt before since.

I was held by him as he said , you can stay here and no longer feel pain , or you may go back. I wanted so badly to stay , but I thought of my Mothers tears , and I was sent right into my little body again only to miss that feeling I had my whole life "in His Arms "

I got up out of bed , walked to the living room , where I saw my Mother in the distance baking .'  The Grinch whom stole Christmas ' was on TV. I then noticed a tree all lighten up with decorations, I walked  towards my Mom with a blanket in my hand .

My Mom turned and she had a plate of cookies , her face white as a ghost . I asked her " Mommy , Is it Christmas ?  " she started to cry , and held me as she said " Yes Honey , it is , it is Christmas Eve. " as her tears hit my shoulder . I then asked " Why are you crying ? "  Santa Claus is coming ! " I replied,  as happy as a little 5 yr. old could be.

I was taken to a Chiropractor that week ,as a last result , He told her it was simply a miracle I was alive  .  My Spine was out of place and no Oxygen was going to my brain , in one or 2 days , I would be brain dead.

I found out later in my life at 18 yrs. old , it was shaken baby syndrome . My Father confessed to me as he to cried , at his Moms home at Christmas time . He had carried the guilt with him for years . He was a born again Christian , and a new life he had wanted with true forgiveness .

I forgave him , I know the man whom lifted me was Jesus Christ that night , and there is nothing ugly at all there , so I know he to forgave him . 
Since then ..I have never doubted , I know he goes by many names  , It is Jesus Christ all the same .

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Yuletide Shadows

Old fashioned memories of Christmas Eve wrap up her heart with twinkling fairy-lights Hot sugarplum trickles its sweetness from Winters gone Cold waltzing winds invite wild fire to warm the hallway till the last ember of 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 Incandescent hues in cobbled alleys welcome December with blue spruce pine cones and holly wreaths Comforting scents of cedar wood as vigil lanterns light up the streets Another year,her eyes sat on a silent star which stands upon the verdant tree which knows a wish,which hears her 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 windowpanes 'Neath the lone mistletoe by candle bliss Upon her brow,his witherin' kiss.

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My Poem on Christmas The Ringing Bells

My Poem on Christmas ‘The Ringing Bells’ NOTE: I have yet to shape this Poem as a Christmas Song. To do so I may have to make some changes here and there, but I am hopeful to make it later on. If at all I get success in converting it into a Song I will let all my PS friends know about it. With Best & Warm Wishes For a Merry Christmas & a Very Happy New Year 2015 to all poetry soup members and the team of Poetry Soup. Ravindra K Kapoor The Ringing Bells I love to hear the Music Which comes From the ringing Bells. When the sounds Of Songs are sent With each rising prayers To Heaven. When words travel From Earth to Heaven Arising from different parts of Earth When faces blooms with happiness And joys are celebrated. While listening These beautiful words like Songs My heart began to throb With an unknown Joy and happiness. I love to watch A big Bell Hanging in the air When I began to imagine The circles of its sounds Floating and rising in the air Where it gets mingled With words coming from prayers And it creates a magic In my Music thirsty ears And then my heart Began to feel a thrill Even before these sounds Reaches high in the air. I believe These sounds Coming from the ringing bells Which floats in the air They first try To clean their surroundings And the whole air Before they reach In the ears of God. Even they try to clean and purify The idle corners Of the listener’s heart too Which often remains empty In want of Music and Prayers. And then these ringing sounds Rise high in the air To get mixed With the voices From the Earth Which comes from The heart and soul Of the singers and men in prayers When they open their hearts In the form of words Or Prayers. The impact of these Mixed voices and sounds Which comes from the rising prayers Are often very different and deep As it moves the God To listen to these Songs and tunes Coming in the form of Prayers. Blessed are all those Who creates such wonderful Songs, Sounds, Tunes and Prayers Which take the messages Of a simple common man and women To God To quench the thirst Of every Music & God Lovers. Ravindra K Kapoor Kanpur India 24th Dec. 2014 Protected under the copyrights provisions of Poetry Soup.

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In the middle:
Of the night you came, sweet Jesus for
To bring us light,
Of winter for to bring us warmth,
Of the manger you were born for to
Teach us humility,
Of an impoverished land you grew for to
Distribute your spiritual wealth,
Of the war you marched, for to bring us peace, 
Of occupation yourself found, for to bring us freedom,
Of humanity’s condemnation yourself you placed for 
To lead us into salvation
Of hatred you put yourself, for to instruct us how 
To love!  

We pray to you, divine infant
Our weary hearts to purify
So as worthy we would be 
Your Holy name, to glorify! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 DECEMBER 2014


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12 Days of Baking

12 eggs a cracking
11 prawns a peeling
10 potatoes baking
9 cookies crumbling
8 cheery cherries
7 sweeten oranges
6 cheesy caulies
5 gooooooooolden loaves
4 turkeys roasting
3 puds a steaming
2 happy hams
brings 1 Christmas feast for my family.... 

Tracie Edwards
For P.ds 12 days of xmass contest

Please note we dont really have 4 turkeys lol :D

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The Color of Santa

What race is Santa Clause?
Some say white, some say black.
But at the end of the day, one thing's for sure;
He's the same color as your dad.

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12 Days to Being Banned (on Fb) On the first day of Christmas, I sent out a friend request to A Donald Duck swimming. On the second day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the third day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Three groups regrouping, Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the fourth day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Four armies arming, Three groups regrouping, Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the fifth day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Five ... actors ... acting ~ Four armies arming, Three groups regrouping, Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the sixth day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Six poets penning, Five ... actors ... acting ~ Four armies arming, Three groups regrouping, Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the seventh day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Seven people fb pocking, Six poets penning, Five ... actors ... acting ~ Four armies arming, Three groups regrouping, Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the eighth day of Christmas, I sent out friend requests to Eight George Clooney sites, Seven people fb pocking, Six poets penning, Five ... actors ... acting ~ Four armies arming, Three groups regrouping, Two drunks driving, And a Donald Duck swimming. On the ninth day of Christmas, the Lawyers sent to me Nine last warnings, And a letter banning me. On the tenth day of Christmas, the Lawyers sent to me Ten Orders Restraining, Nine last warnings, And a letter banning me. On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Lawyers sent to me Eleven Harassment Suits pending Ten Orders Restraining, Nine last warnings, And a letter banning me. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my *true love sent to me Twelve long stem red roses Eleven Back Stage Passes, Ten Complementary Tickets, Nine New Release copies, Eight party invitations, Seven boxes of chocolates, Six haute couture dresses, Five pairs of Jimmy Choo shoes, Four alligator handbags , Three cases of Champagne, Two ermine wraps, And a signed photograph just for me!
*George Clooney Suzette Crous 17/12/2012 Poetic Licence to the Max :-) Sponsor Poet Destroyer A Contest Name any poem goes | Original song under About section

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Christmas Merriment

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

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Mrs Claus

Mrs. Claus was getting tired of it
He was getting too fat and it would not fit
Her fingers were bleeding from trying to sew him in
Why does he get all the attention when I have to work on him?

Oh, those elves making all that noise 
It is 2012 put up a sound barrier while making those toys
Papa Claus knows I like to watch my “soaps” at twelve
But with all that noise I just say, ‘What the hell!’

And the elves are afraid of reindeer, so no one helps a bit
I have to feed them, water them, make sure their ready for their trip.
Rudolf’s nose is not always so bright; I have to shine it every night
And when he has a cold, oh my goodness it makes me want to spit.

But, I do it for the boys and girls
Besides, I stamp my name on all those toys
I maybe Santa’s sidekick
But he would not get a thing done without me, not a lick!

("Soaps" is short for “Soap Operas” and "not a lick" is slang for “not anything” )

©Holly P. Moore
   December 2012

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Hollow is the chilling winds of October,
Frozen solid is the lunar moon that illuminates the night,
Fears lost kindred roam the ice fields of limbo,
Under the clarity of forbidden warmth, that has been
Shielded beyond the reach of the spiritually deprived,
And depraved.
Spirit wonders drifting amongst the snow packs,
These lost members of humanity, hanging on the sheered
Edge of mankind’s reality, the doomed stalkers whom
Wailing cries haunt, split the chilling silence of winter
By depth degree, in an eerie shroud of the forgotten and
Hatred’s chains of malice’s intent drag behind them, these
Ghosts of winter, tangled roots of ignorance are left intertwined
Mangled amongst the shades of life’s regrets, clanging linkages
Of harden steel, the bass metal of kindness tarnished by greed’s
Deist, and financial lust for profits high cost in flesh and bone.
Shadow figures placing their hands of frost, against the window
Pains that gleam with the flickering lights of the seasonal
Celebration called Christmas.
 Harken this message my friends. is it not the time for
Forgiveness, let us then the living raise a toast of holiday cheer,
In these beings honor, for the harsh road hey tread is a lonely
Venue unto nowhere.
Live each day to the fullest, let the true meaning of Christmas
Swell within your heart and envelope thy soul,  and  just maybe
The ghosts of winter will rest at peace at last.


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Your Eternal Flame

During the Christmas holidays, a candle is continuously lit.

It is to your memory to let you know that I’ll never forget..


I sit by the fire reminiscing while I smoke a midnight cigarette.

Your vanilla scented candle burns on the coffee table.

You would be proud of me, because eventually I pulled myself together.

I remember you warned me so many times you wouldn’t be here forever.

You were my superwoman, I believed you were tough as steel!


This candle, along with your memory helps me to heal.

It’s kinda like you’re right here with me.

I think of you as I put each ornament on the Christmas tree.

Tears roll down my cheek as I whisper your sweet name.


Inside my heart resides your eternal flame!!


Note:  For Billie Jean Alexander-Lopez...RIP - May 1, 1937- July 26, 2007

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The Magic of Christmas

The most magical of holidays
That comes, but once a year
Bringing joy and happiness
Warming the hearts with love
Like a warm cup of hot cocoa
To enjoy on a cold, winter day.

A time of peace on Earth
Goodwill toward men
Helping those in need
By giving from the heart
To show we care.

Where the impossible becomes possible
Anything can happen during the season
As there's a certain magic in the air
Drifting around like fallen snowflakes
That create a gorgeous winter wonderland.

Loved ones gather together
From friends and family
To recent acquaintances
Enjoying the holidays
Creating new memories to cherish.

Christmas brings out the best
Of the people in the world
For love and kindness
Are the greatest gifts
That come from the heart.

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A Child's Christmas

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, 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 greeting 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.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Date: 12-17-13 Form: Free Verse Third place win Contest: A Child's Christmas by Shadow Hamilton

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Christ is born!
The luminous armies of righteousness, triumphantly, are  
Marching on, 
While, the defeated dark forces of iniquity, disgracefully,   
In panic retreat
Angels sing “Alleluia” 

The heaven’s kingdom of love, at last, established is now, 
Into the enlightened hearts of men


Humanity’s hopes for salvation are amplified, since mighty 
The new King is and unconquerable His law, into the souls
Of His subjects, eternally would stay, forever glorifying, His
Holy name!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   22 DECEMBER 2014

Merry Christmas to everyone!

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In the Fifties, on Christmas Eve,
 We all dressed in our Sunday best 
To go to Midnight Mass 
To exalt the birth of Jesus Christ
We’d come home, get into our PJ's,
 And sleep around the decorated Christmas tree.
We all would wake up all worked up 
To open our gifts of coloring books, 
Crayon, clothes, and a few toys. 
We were happy with our gifts, 
Never did complain to our parents of what we obtained.

Now in the Twenty Century 
They still honor the birth of Jesus Christ
Midnight Mass and sing Christmas carols 
It Came Upon the Midnight Clear,
O Town of Bethlehem, Silent Night,

Then go home to their beautifully decorated
Christmas tree of silver and gold ornaments,
Garland of string pearls, gold wide bow ribbons
And a large angel on top of the tree
With brilliant strings of miniature lights.
Gifts of all sizes overflow around the bottom
Of the tree. And mom and dad go in debt
Until next year.

Kidos Christmas toys are electronic
Games, action figures, cell phone, iPods,
And if they're not happy they complain and
Presents are returning the following day

By Eve Roper 12/10/2014

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fond memories

through the window i peered
intricate layers of lace
painted by old man winter
obscured my view of any visible signs

the snow outside was deep
but the emotions inside ran deeper

i remember waking Christmas morn
empty plate and cup littered the sink
fancy gifts. delicately placed
beneath the now silent tree

giggles of children covered the sounds
of ripping paper being scattered about
beneath the layers of red, green, gold,
topped with only a bow, i recall that doll
trying to summersault her way over to me
(better than i ever could) little “tumbelina”
the only gift i wished for, the only thing
that seemed to matter that Christmas day
to a child who still believed in the magic
of santa, his reindeer and sleigh

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers II: A Christmas Phone Call

Ring ring I called to Jesus He picked the phone and called my name I have some questions I said go ahead and ask, he said. Why isn’t Christmas celebrated everyday? Why can’t I get presents as often as possible? Why did you choose December for such moment of bliss? He answered with a gentle smile. I have made you the never fading hope the crown which you’ll glory in my presence I’ve filled your heart with Joy and gladness as often as you let me my grace for you is abundant which is renewed every morning and my love for you is endless and never bounded by time and yet you only celebrate me once in a year? Oh lord forgive me- I weep how can I celebrate you everyday? He said- Purify your heart and be clothed with a constantly renewed mind. This is the perfect Gift I seek. Oh Lord my God! my heart is all yours now and forever more. merry Christmas to me…………… merry Christmas to the world.

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Deep Space Christmas

                 Deep Space Christmas

God is busy this time of year attending to the billions
People’s needs, guiding reindeer, assisting Santa, counting souls
Helping with the naughty/nice boys and girls 
Even Craigslist needs some tweaking here and there
And other things too numerous to know or mention here

God is the great Creator out there at all times
At Christmas He moves faster than the speed of light
He has to keep up with popular demands 

Stars and universes don’t create themselves you know
He rides great rivers of dark matter like a magic carpet
That move along ribbons of space and time

Cosmic phenomena built on great speeds increasing every second
Millions of parsecs wide and longer than known universes
They curve through cosmic landscapes and glide to the beyond

God looks out at the great black void
And with legions of pretty angels by His side
The wondrous design begins again  

Everyone knows that thousands of angels can dance on the head of a pin
It is common knowledge that each celestial creature has that gift
They carry within their deep deep pockets, (just below the wings)
Thousands of other angels dancing on their own individual pins

But did you know these same tiny angels grow?
They expand larger than most universes
With multi-color baskets by their side 

God directs them to toss assorted planets
From blue baskets into the great unknown
Over there to be precise, to the right and upward
And somewhat just beyond that spot

The yellow baskets have suns and quasars with special protective shields
To shield the angels from wing singes and radiation fields
They throw thousands at a time by pure design
And since suns are too hot to handle, they throw them fast and throw a lot

Black baskets hold black holes, dark matter and a scattering of exotic things
God pulls them out real slow due to weight considerations and mysteries

Orange baskets hold more void but more about that later
We don’t want to distract you from the Creator

Back at Earth He takes his favorite creation by the hands
Men and women die all the time
He looks at each and every one of them with His bright kind eyes 
At that moment they are the only thing in His universe

Don’t cry.  You are not applying for a job
He holds them as his own and welcomes them home 
So grab a basket from an angel and let’s get back to work
Universes don’t build themselves you know

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At  Sunday  prep  my
boarding school teacher
criticising  my  unfinished sentence .  
No communicated thoughts,  no words . 
Sentenced  to life at fourteen ,
away from home and you  my life
sentenced  in  solitary . 
A death sentence  commuted to life , 
both  imprisoned  in  separate cells ,
separated  from you  by streams of tears . 

At Christmas  a chestpain took my father
without closure  or goodbye ,
a  rude undeserved end .
My  heart’s-loss ,
not even  found  for days ,
you are  not really dead,
across the  Styx  wandering  lost
along  tearless  roads in darkness .
Alone and  lost  my 
mother , family ,  left  bereft .

The warm breath of dairy cows
hangs  over empty  farmland and a winter 
cemetery  on this cold  Sunday morning ,
with  grandsons  who resemble you .
Only I  know their hands are
your  big hands -  are 
my  hands - placing  here a token
poinsettia ,  red-toned ,  roots swirling
inside  their pot of earth .

You grew them in  masses and
my childhood  Christmas was complete .
Their leaves drop with the cold,
dead  but not really dead .
They will return  next Christmas 
and your spirit comes   back again .
Your  big hand is  in mine,  but I am   
unled  and  abandoned and
I  talk  to you in  poinsettia  tones ,
continually  coming  back to 
your unfinished  finished life ,
frozen like  the stream
of memory  in my mind .

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The Hush of Christmas Past

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

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

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

John G. Lawless

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

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Little Davy wanted a puppy for Christmas
His parents, though, were totally against it
Davy whimpered and whined til he was breathless
“Please,” he wrote to Santa, “bring a puppy, Mr. Clause”

The big day drew closer and Davy said a prayer,
“Please, dear Lord, let my puppy be there”
He went to bed on the night before Christmas
With hope in his heart and a tender kiss from Mom

Bright and early the next morning, Davy arose and running,
Went downstairs to the Christmas tree to see what was coming.
The first thing he noticed was that the puppy was not there.
He felt a tear sting his eyes but promised not to care.

All the presents were unwrapped and all that seemed to be left…
Was carrying out the wrapping paper to go into the trash bin.
Davy knew it was his job to do this simple task and wasn’t asked
When he began to carry the leftover wrappings to the kitchen.

It was then, in the kitchen, that he noticed a familiar sound
The sound of whimpering and digging beneath a cabinet there in the corner.
Davy rushed over to the cabinet and began to pull at its doors.
Out came a big black lab with one ear flopped over against its head.

“Mom, Dad,” Davy screamed with excitement, “Santa left a puppy…
He just left it in the kitchen cupboard, but it is there and it loves me!”
Davy was grinning his biggest grin as Mom and Dad came in…
“Well,” they began, “It looks like you have your wish.” Then they began 
To tell him all he had to do to care for this new member  of the family.

“You’ll have to feed him and walk him and take care that he stays warm”
“You’ll have to care for him with all your heart and make sure you love him”
“You’ll have to see that he has all his shots just like you had to have.”
Davy laughed with surprise at the ease of all they said and smiled with such pride…
That his puppy would be called Fred!!!

Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman

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A Christmas Tale

Out in the cold, chained to a tree, The old dog watched as the sad little girl approached. Meeting, loving, the poor things cuddled close, Sharing their animal heat on that cold Christmas night. A passing stranger and his wife halted in their journey home, Taken by the sight of the ugly old dog leaning trustfully, As the small barefoot girl slowly, carefully freed it from its chain. "You're my Christmas baby now," they heard her whisper. The man said, "Surely the dog must be abandoned," and The wife said, "That child has been thrown away, too." Both asked in unison, "What can we do?" In unison they replied, "Let's take them home and adopt them both." Entry for contest #25 inspired by "The Little Match Girl" by H.C. Andersen Free verse

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Christmas Everywhere

Is it Christmas everywhere?
Christmas parties and stuffed teddy bears.
Songs of merry Christmas delight.
Snow covered rooftops glowing at night.
Gifts of sparkling diamond rings.
Christmas memories and special things.
Holiday feasts and decorated doors.
Chocolate covered cherries, Oh! Give me more.
Trips to the mall to buy gifts galore.
Paying with plastic I depleted my stash.
Let us make a loan I need more cash.
Is it Christmas everywhere?
Are you sure without a doubt?
Because some poor child this Christmas will be without.
Give hope and love.
Give prayers and faith.
For those lonesome people on this Christmas day.
Is it Christmas eerywhere?
With war overseas?
People dying and starving,
and no shoes to cover their feet.
Is it Christmas everywhere, with so much poverty?
Families who go hungry, with nothing much to eat.
What about the homeless and natural disaster stricken lands?
It would make this Christmas merry for the wealthy to lend a hand.
With death and crying, and cold and mourning,
an unfortunate road to a path with no glory.
Oh! What a very sad Christmas story.
My home is my castle that shelters me,
but don't forget the homeless that beg on the street.
So, make this Christmas merry if you're able to give.
Share your heart with someone and allow them to live.
The best Christmas will be without a doubt,
God will bless you for giving to those who are without.

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers III: All The Way With Jesus

January is here as expected that makes me wary of the new year but Jesus reminds me of His promises Oh, February already! Dad shows the burden he carries but Jesus pats him with His word. Here comes March Mum becomes trouble’s new catch but Jesus creates a way for us to overcome April appears so fast the moving year is becoming real and Jesus convinces us to seek Him first. May, may may desertion by friends is underway Jesus sits besides, never forsaking me. Half a year in June the year is now at noon Jesus asks me never to worry about the night Wonderful July so glorious how time actually flies Jesus Has carried me this far. August, the summer’s border a new season will soon be our guest He’s always the same, every season, every year. The familiar months begin with September difficulties are almost over You see, I told you! Says the Lord It’s October And I’m still under his cover b’cos He loves me more than anyone else. November, the 11th month counting down to the special event yet His goodness is countless and bountiful The grand Finale in December family and friends in the mood of Christmas even though His love Has been shielding us right from January.

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A Christmas Wish

This Christmas is the time of happiness,
For our Savior’s birth will give us peace,
I wish to have lots of blessings to give,
To those who are suffering on the streets.

I can see children’s scattered everywhere,
Looking for food and a home to sleep,
How I wish to help them with their grief,
Make them happy for this season of peace.

To the victims of typhoon “Pablo” in Philippines,
I wish generous people will give financial help,
To lighten the burdens of the lost of love ones,
May the power of healing filled in their hearts.

I wish all people around the world to stop the war,
Give love instead not only because it’s Christmas,
I wish they are not wasting their time in killing,
Be a person who saves life not to waste life.

4th Place Winner
For PD's "Christmas Joy Free Poetry Contest"

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Christmas Morn

                                       Christmas Morn
                           The tree is lit,illuminating gifts under 
                            it's branches.
                           The stairs start creaking and children are
                           Descending ,with oohs and awes.
                           The desire to open the gifts is a tempting
                           For now they sit with eyes so big, to ponder
                            brightly wrapped gifts , encased with their 
                            names on.
                           Desiring to see a parent come and say,
                            time to see what santa has left for you.
                           Then the opening begins, pleasantly
                           providing enjoyment for the parents 
                            to see their children's fun.
                           Paper tossed all around,
                           The gifts opened one by one.
                               Anne Rutherford
                                Copyright 2008
                              Poems From The Heart 

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Hush, Santa Is Coming

Hush...Santa Is Coming… Christmas Eve...nineteen forty-three I was four years old... Christmas Eve...Santa is coming! The fresh-cut tree glistens with bubble lights, Real tinsel, pretty glass balls…not much else... Mommy said Santa was coming To visit me...I was so good all year... He is making a special trip... Tonight...before I go to bed... He will be here! My heart is so happy...Santa...coming to See me and my infant baby brother! I am in my bedroom... From my room I see the door, ajar, At my parent’s bedroom across the hall... My uncle is there! My Mommy and Daddy too... I didn’t see him come in our house! He puts on some red clothing with white fur... Then white belt…boots...cap... Santa is here... But...he really isn’t here... My heart sinks...I am only four... But I remember That sadness that crushed my heart. But Mommy and Daddy are so happy! Santa is here to see me, their good little girl! This is their special surprise for me! How can I hurt them...tell them that now I Know...there is no real Santa? Mommy and Daddy are so happy for me... Santa is here. For many years...I played the game... Santa is coming... Santa came and left those presents for me... In those years, children believed The Santa story way longer than today. I played the game... Santa is coming! Time to hush...stay silent... I never let on to my brother, my cousins, My Mom and Dad, My grandparents, my aunts and uncles... I carried the burden... That special time of my childhood... Ended much too soon...not their fault... Just a door accidentally left ajar To reveal the crushing untruth. © Sandra M. Haight 2014 All Rights Reserved

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Hush of Christmas Past

white snow lay across the earth 
like a soft blanket 
families cuddle close 
before a welcoming fireplace 
trimming the tree 
laughing together
creating memories  
a time of hope and cheer 
young ones happy smiling faces 
looking at the bright tree 
waiting for Santa to bring presents 
maybe a treat 
hoping he knows they have been good
my dream would be to go back in time
when loving family surrounded me
memories are bittersweet
past Christmas images fill my mind 
bringing sadness and regret
So much heartache
please hush Christmas, let me forget

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Guilty one
Capable of gross wickedness
A vile wretch
A scoundrel
A rascal
Unprincipled character

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Here today    gone tomorrow
Thanksgiving and Christmas Day
We forget    I hate to say

Colors – uplifting music
The great festival of friends
Hosannas     joy without end

Chapel bells on Christmas Eve
Yearly drive to see the lights
Giant tree    oh what a sight!

Amazing special passions
Filled with hope and constancy
Resolutions    don’t you see

Quite a metamorphosis
Amnesia like a shroud
Head in light above gray clouds

Five great weeks of fantasy
A magic spell to be sure
Past new year    though    all’s a blur

Bloody Earth with many wars
World full of empty feelings
D.C. lies    shady dealings

Lest we forget peaceful days
The season’s magic feeling
I’ve a wish    am appealing

Caught up in reality -
Near forgot those hours of bliss -
Take the time to reminisce

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An Angel

An angel did befriend us, on earth, before one Christmas day.
Some say she was a comet, some say she was a star.
I say she was a gift from God, here to light our way.
She was a thing of beauty that shone across the land.
Leading to a humble manger, found in Bethlehem.

And what could be so important, for her to come our way?
A savior to our lands, and yes, our hearts and souls…
Triumphantly born on Christmas Day.
That day he was born the heavens truly did rejoice.
And she, a glorious light, continued to beacon forth God’s love.

Such an important part, that angel was given on that day.
She was a beacon to our hearts and the gifts of love… 
Guiding the Wise Men and shepherds endlessly along their way.
Thru her we learned lessons, such as: patience, hope, and how to give…
And yes, she led us to the Wondrous Man, who taught us how to live…

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Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather

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A Christmas tale

 One dollar and eighty seven cents was hardly enough to buy
a Christmas present. Aside from the  gold watch gifted to him
by his dad, that was all James and Della had. Della had long
blond hair that reached down to her knees. James would often
tease her by calling her Goldilocks. But she always reminded him
 that she was more like Rapunzel.

 Their neighbors, John and Dianne  were quite wealthy.
 However Dianne was battling cancer, and had lost all her hair.
On Christmas eve the two couples went shopping for gifts.
Della,  desperate   to buy a gift for James sold her hair to a ritzy 
beauty salon. With the funds from that sale she bought James
a chain for his gold watch. Meanwhile,  James sold his watch
and bought Della an assortment of beautiful combs and hair clips.

On Christmas morning the presents were opened. James was stunned
to find that Della had cut off all her hair. Della was shocked to learn
that James had sold his gold watch. John was quite pleased with 
the gold watch Dianne got him. And she looked ravishing in the wig
of long blond hair  John got her. One dollar and eighty seven cents
wasn't much at all, but the gift of love is priceless. Merry Christmas!

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers V: It's Christmas

Smile oh ye people smile It’s time to merry and not to worry Laugh, all you living, laugh Please………honour the prince of peace Dance oh ye Angels, dance Worship and acknowledge His lordship Love oh ye Christians, love Alas! It’s the reason for Christmas.

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One Christmas eve    my ceiling hung
With thready webs    a glow behind
Cast lace patterns on my bed

That Yule    eight reindeer ran the covers
Then through every midnight room
I cried to mother    father    brother

All of whom had shed    by dream
Their task of season’s rush and bother
Free    but lost to my entreat

“Can’t you see them paw    prance?
Oh    mother    how they rear and point
At Santa – that jolly     Christmas    ghost”

All filmy things    once designated
Then    not real    evaporated
And I sat straight up in bed

Rubbed the cobwebs from my eyes
Memory of tinsel    candy
Presents in my drowsy head

Awake to silence    angel hair
Little men in forest dress
Imaginary pixies on the stair

And then    remembering the tree
(all hazy else    it seems    had been a dream)
The tree that by our fireplace rose

In thought it glowed above the dreamy web
Those blue    green    red    silver lights    
Had formed quaint phantoms on my bed

I’m up    on tiptoe    and carefully
Am sneaking toward the living room
(Inky blackness    don’t you see)

Don’t you see the little man
Dressed in Santa suit   belt     and boots
Spreading presents neath the tree

Now truth be known    so sorry am I to say
‘Little boy blue’ is yet in bed
Those phantom figures swimming his head

And late that eve    ceiling bright
With visions of the coming day
The wisest Angel of the night

Makes visit    singing    of the play
A song of filial brotherhood
With child invests the neighborhood

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Christmas Season

Santa Claus is a scary dude. 
Right up there with God. 
He watches our every move
and keeps score with a list
that he checks twice to 
prepare for judgement day 
and what might lay 
under the Christmas tree 
if you're not found naughty. 

I love that little baby in a manger 
and angels, shepherds, lambs , 
a bright star to follow. 
But the wise mens' gifts are suspect. 
Smart shoppers would bring
a rattle, toys, maybe a lullaby.

Santa, Jesus,  Christmas,
a season of light, anticipation and anxiety.
The big question pressing hard 
like steel on ice. 
Skating around sacrifice and salvation. 
For God sake who could ever hope to be that nice? 

Santa is not around after he delivers,
thankfully he leaves town and 
God sleeps like new parents do,
catching some Z's
after an evening of childbirth,
well wishers, three kings.

Christmas morning.
Hurry! Bring your best intention.
Escape! Wake up before anyone.
Open your present moment.

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers IV: Can Anything

Can something be more tempting Than new hot cup cakes? Can candies be as attractive and so loving as chocolates? Can a story be as appealing as the end of Cinderella’s tale? Or as exciting as my friends’ birthday parties? What about as cheerful as Barney and friends? The new dresses, the snow-white the season’s tree and family re-union as warming and perfect as they are it’s still not about them but about Jesus in Christmas Hallelujah! Christ the king is born today.

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VI: My Family At Christmas

Dad, dad, dad What is making me so glad? Mum, mum, mum I’ll scream till I’m numb Brother oh brother My mood is from the weather Sister oh sister Dancing makes me lighter Aunt, aunt, aunt My new dress, I flaunt Uncle, oh uncle You complete the family circle Me, me, me Long ago……………. Someone has paid my fee With gladness and screaming Shouting and dancing I say merry christmas!

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Modern Family

            Modern Family
        (A Christmas Story)

Little parasites wake up early
To tie me up in knots
They take my shoes that do not fit them
And my wallet too
Finished off my mini-bar and crashed the car
Emptied my bank account
Wished me Merry Christmas
I wish them my open fist when I get loose
They used my favorite twine to tie me up this time
Left the dishes in the sink to do them selves 
The bums are having too much fun to do their chores 
I cannot go to work with naked feet
How could they steal my shoes those little creeps
The one good bit of news is this
The credit cards have all expired
Being poor has some advantages                                                 
My parasites have names
Hooligans, wife and kids
My own personal crime syndicate
I call them friends and family

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Christmas Shopping Parking Lot

A crowded lot
Cars vying for space
Large and small
Over a patch of ground
To call their own
The people no better
As inside the stores
It is a race
To get "that"
Before somebody else does
Long, crowded lines
Parking lots empty of space
People unaware
That they provided
The inspiration 
For this poem

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VIII: The Christmas Tree

Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Triangular I’ve always been Representing His love, your Hope and your faith Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I share with you so many lights Reminding you to celebrate His glow Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree I have a stand, one but strong Cling unto Him to be your Rock. Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas Tree Can you see how green I’ve always been? That’s exactly how he’ll keep you nourished All through the year Come to me you little ones, I’m your seasonal Christmas tree Always looking good in awesome decorations You are not the only one with new robes Yes! B’cos it’s Christmas!

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The warmest gift for christmas

Under the silver sky ,
The essence feeling from the snow starts to fly.
The northern wind evolutionary telling us ,
Christmas is ready to pass by.

The coldness making us gather in one space ,
Appointing us to share a heart warmness ,
Reminding us to provide a gathering place.

The greatest gift I can get is you my dear ,
Like a Santa Claus to me.

When you embrace me , the lonleyness fades away ,
When you smile back to me , the sadness is washed away ,
When you kiss me , my frozen heart begins to feel again.

Celebrating those happy hours with you ,
I have learned , love is the largest vivid emotion , 
Giving us the view of a colorful deep motion.

Being so greatful for having you in my life ,
My thoughts are howeling loud ,
Love is not just a feeling that evokes with time ,
Love is an ability that can give the sense of soulful heart.

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Cruel Yule

Desperate to fill voids
underneath trees,
within stockings,
and in children’s hearts,
society’s seconds, 
scratch-and-dent people,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
the clearanced, 
and reduced-to-sell.

It’s the thought that counts,
but it’s the cash that’s counted
when money’s tight 
as a hangman’s noose.
Each trinket is wrapped
in bits of brightness,
with love and hope,
and a prayer that it’s enough.

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Our tree

Our Tree

Carrying green, luscious needles on gracefully stretching limbs,
Strong, straight trunk holding all that bounty together, 
Emitting cool, spicy fragrance that touches our senses with delight,
The Christmas tree is reaching for us.

We see, we smell, we hold this wonder of nature;
We tie it to the top of our car and carry it home 
With expectant smiles of happy times to come.

After a short rest in our peaceful back yard,
The day comes when we bring it into the house.
Without any struggle it stands and soon holds strands
 of twinkling lights, making it glow and sparkle.

Friends join us in decorating, 
We are surrounded by boxes of treasures, 
we remember each ornament and relive 
the moment it was created, or given to us by a loved one.

“This is the first ornament we bought after we were married,
The girls painted these when they were, oh, maybe 6 and 8 years old,
And these with roses on them are the last gift from Dad, before we lost him.
Our son loved the Lionking, so we got him this ornament.”

“I made these when I was going through my wood working phase,
And this is from a very dear friend.
My sister found this cat ornament, knowing I like cats,
And here is this year’s find I bought at the Christmas place.”

Now it’s time for a break, coffee and cookies.
But soon we look upon the masterpiece 
we created with satisfaction.
“Oh, it’ so beautiful!” my heart sings.

This tree would win no price at a contest,
It has no color theme, only love and joy.
It carries the precious memories of times gone by,
Of a loving family and lots of good friends.

I believe the tree likes it .
It stretches with all the glitter and smiles proudly.
I wake up to it’s wonderful pine scent,  
Thinking:” It’s Christmas time!
I love it”

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                                                   In the silence of the night,
                                                 A baby is born to be the king,
                                              Angels from heaven are rejoicing,
                                            Stars from the black sky are shining.

                                             On the manger lies a baby smiling,
                                              That day, a miracle is happening,
                                              All over the world are celebrating,
                                             On the place we called Bethlehem.

                                                O holy night, our savior’s birth,
                                           Let us kneel, pray, and praise Jesus,
                                           Peace on earth for this glorious day,
                             May our hearts filled with happiness this Christmas!!

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Baking Bad

This plate of holiday baking you did bring by 
was really kind 
I unzipped the zip lock
to get inside
cookies and brownies
and bread of banana
but what was a surprise especially so
was to discover you know
I am
a lover
of corner cut smaller pieces
and cookies of extra crunch
and the ends of the breads
sometimes quite dry
are okay too

happy holidays as well to you!

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Under The Mistletoe- Repost

As the Temptations sing “Silent Night” on the stereo

I pull you close; kiss your nose, under the mistletoe….


            We sat by the warm cozy fireplace.  As I listen to you talk, I stared at your gorgeous face.  A pallet on the floor, you lift your glass for me to pour; a bottle of Chardonnay from Singapore.


            A romantic evening by the fire with sensual conversation. You can read in my eyes, my appreciation.  I lean into you, smelling sweet Champagne.  Your eye contact is driving me insane!


            I know you can hear the thumping of my racing heart.  Our lips hover just a fraction of an inch apart.  Damn, I’m proud to have you as my lady!


            Softly you say, “What cha want for Christmas, Baby?”

“The perfect Christmas gift for me??, I ask. “How ‘bout you naked under my Christmas tree?!”,  Or you wearing only a big red bow!!”  Under those Christmas lights making passionate love beneath the mistletoe!  You know my M.O.!  You, whimpering, you gasp in my ear to go slow!  Moving in and out of your halo!  Wow, you leave my heart aglow!


            This Christmas we will make “Christmas Carols” under the mistletoe!!!

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Merry Christmas

May this Christmas bring love and joy to your heart. The heart of Christmas is one of wonder and warmth. May we not measure the Merry in Christmas by the presents we receive, but by the abundance of the love present in our hearts.

Edward J Ebbs - 12/24/2014

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Home Alone

Home alone today,
But my Christmas is merry,
I want to fix my room that is so messy,
But I am so lazy and my eyes are so sleepy. zzzzzzzzzzz

December 25, 2012

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Perennial Christmas

Like autumn leaves
the years had withered and blown away.
Her schoolgirl dreams had been set aside or
if appropriate wrapped in gay-patterned paper
and placed beneath the Christmas tree of her heart.

She awoke from dreamless sleep
and wondered who she was and where she was,
but the breathing of her husband and the ticking of the clock
reminded her of the person called ‘mother’ and ‘dear’.
Almost as a duty Christmas morn had come again.

Dad would visit today
and search her face for sadness,
for only he would notice if sparkling eyes had grown dim
and if her eyes, when blinking,
stayed closed a bit too long.

Amid a gaggle of restless children
she would nod a deferential nod
and inwardly long for the days when
Dad and daughter sailed the distant reaches
of their bright vivacious minds.

The once-a-year napkins
red and green with matching placemats
were ready for the throng; and the tree,
already bending low from weight of Christmas finery
would soon be gathered 'round.

For the children it was the perfect day,
but for her the conductor's podium was a lonely place.
She knew how fragile such happiness was;
more fragile, thought she,
than the hand blown bulbs upon the tree.

The children were awake!
Excited giggles and the tearing of wrapping paper
meant that Santa Claus had really come!
Yet Santa, tired from another hectic year,
simply smiled and closed her eyes.

© 2009 James Rasmusson

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The Light Toy-Railway

The light toy-railway is traveling,
with the kids who aren’t anymore.
To Paris, to Brussels is traveling,
to the Black Africa too.
The light toy-railway is grieving,
for the fawn’s steps under Christmas tree,
for the luster in the eyes and
ah, for the toys.
For the Blue Bird, for the white photos,
for the hand that is putting the little star.
For the dream that’s coming true.

The light toy-railway is traveling.

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers IX: The King Is Here

Joy to the world the king has come The ground his feet set upon becomes holy and mighty Peace to the world his hands make the waters still And his words, calm the wildest storms Hope to the world, death is no more the final boundary The curtain is torn for all and the oppress now have a refuge Love to the world, friends can smile and hold hands Families can dine and merry, We the children can sing and dance, for the King is here with us.

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Christmas Poems For Kids And Teenagers VII: Thank You Moods

I’m so happy B’cos I enjoy your love I do not deserve I’m so chosen B’cos I’m part of a royal priesthood I’m so loved B’cos you’ve given unto me a wonderful family I’m so special For you to die just because of me and my friends I’m so confident You’ve prepared a place for me in our father’s house I’m so fulfilled B’cos you’ve proclaimed “this is my beloved child, with whom I am well pleased” I’m so pleased To share to everyone your wondrous love and say “Merry Christmas”

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Every year we celebrate Christmas,
A season of lights and giving
Be joyful and love one another 
Because our Lord Jesus was born.

We lighted our Christmas trees,
With Christmas lights and lanterns,
A symbol of peace in our heart,
A solemn prayer for the family.

We exchanged gift to our love ones,
We can hear the children’s laughing,
The choir singing Christmas carols,
The spirit of Christmas is in the air.

Full of lights every corner on the streets,
Different colors with different forms,
Showing happiness to everyone,
For Jesus, the son of God is here.

December 4, 2012

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Oh Santa

Oh Santa, my only Christmas wish would be...
Truly if their is reincarnation...
bring me back as the Christmas turkey!

The only thing  everyone can agree on.

Well...except for Mom...
she slaves the day away preparing this wonderful meal.
Maybe bring some help her way.

Then everyone will have a truly joyous day.
You know Santa...
it was never meant to be this way.

Santa, Christmas is for little children...
what happened to us?

Has the human race gone nuts?
Christmas should never get you in a rut.

We should spend time together,
give each other a hug, not tear at each other.

Mom is just glad to be here this Christmas day.
Please put joy in the hearts today.

They can be unhappy tomorrow...
as for Mom, it's just another day borrowed.

Santa thanks for all the wonderful memories.
Hope in all their eyes, happiness they will see.

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Celebration comes when we see fit But we can only celebrate just a little bit 'Cause with all the travesty that surrounds us We look for a good escape, And it does not matter Neither the time nor the place. One man's trash, Is another man's treasure. So is one man's victory Another man's defeat. Never do both the men Run at a parallel. Thus, who deserves happiness When they both meet. This must be a familiar trait All humans tend to have in common; Plus fighting for our wants, And the things we don't see coming. We must find some form of joy, The smallest spec of it in our lives. Even if some of the joy Will bring trouble sometimes. So, we simply set our minds As long as the moment feels really right We will let tomorrow happen If we make through the night

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       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…

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I hug you in the morning because it starts my day off right.
I hug you before I go to bed so I will have sweet dreams.

I hug you before breakfast because it makes my cereal taste better.
I hug you after dinner because you help me with the dishes.

I can’t hug you at lunch when I’m at work,
so I hug you as soon as I get home because I missed you.

I hug you when you’re tired because I think it helps.
I hug you when you’re sad because I wish I could make things better.

I hug you in the elevator, to make the best use of time.
I hug you before you get ready, because I always think you’re pretty.

I hug you after church because that’s what Jesus would do.
I hug you when I think of family to make up for lost time.

I hug you even when you don’t want me to, because I love you
I hug you every chance I get, because it wouldn’t be any fun without you.

*Written on the left side of the Christmas card I gave my wife, 2009.  Our first Christmas 

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A Lonely Christmas

The Christmas Memories of the past are beautiful, when the kids were little and we could all Celebrate as a family. As they were growing up, we still celebrated the Holidays. There was never a lot of money to buy expensive gifts, but we manage to have enough food and buy a few gifts for everyone. Those were the happy days, or shall I say - the Good old days. Soon the kids grew up, got married and moved away. They don't come around much. They now have their own celebrations. Some parents are forgotten and are now alone, because one left, or has passed away. Sometimes it is a single mother, that went through a lot of hard times to raise her kids. That mother, now sits alone on this lonely Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, thinking of what the days gone by used to be. The Baby Jesus is the only one that keeps her company on this Christmas Day...
12/16/2012 Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo Comments: A friend asked me to write something on this topic. Like her there many of us that have to to spend The Holidays alone, sometimes it is a father.

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christmas tree

 The lad listened to his mom intently
as the story was being told
It was the story of Santa Claus
on which he was completely sold

She told how he lived in the North pole
And all the reindeer he controlled
including Rudolph,  with  the shiny nose
who guides Santa through the fog and snow
And how he brings  the children gifts
As he rides  his sleigh so swift

So the little boy wrote a letter 
and asked his mom to post it
It  was for Santa Claus,   he had to admit
having sent in his request, he felt much better

Then early on Christmas morning
the boy was filled with glee
Santa had delivered the toy he asked for
And left it under the Christmas tree!

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Winter Winds

Winter winds blow all around. 
I’m astonished by the sounds of Jingle Bells and reindeer stomps. 
All of this should never stop. 
Snow lies on the ground, if only that weren't too profound. 
Time only leads to decay, but not on Christmas, not today. 
You should see the angels pray. 
Toy trains, and rag dolls are the things kids used to want. 
But time has changed, yes so have children… 
Santa seems as if a villain. 
So much fighting, so much crying, it sounds as if the kids are dying. 
“I want money, I want fame, and these toys are just so lame.” 
But that’s the product we provided. 
Second chances are no more, Santa’s plot we wait for. 
He’s sick of this, he doesn't care, it’s as if he’s not wanted here. 
He gets ready to take it all back…. 
There’s still one toy left in his sack, it’s for a little girl, half a world away. 
Now how could he have missed this, on the perfect Christmas day? 
He turns around, not time for war. 
This toy, the girl is waiting for… It’s not a toy like you’d expect. 
She didn't ask for electronics, or stupid games such as Sonic. 
She just wanted one small thing… 
She’s waiting for something EXTRA special this gloomy day. 
In a bed she sits and stares, at the window near a chair. 
She’s so weak, and all alone. 
She doesn't even have a real home, not where there are bright lights anyways. 
They've decorated a weeping willow, the only tree around the “home”. 
So she has lights to see. 
It’s Christmas after all, but there’s no way to calm the raging sea. 
She’s dying, it won’t take much longer, and she doesn't care about the tree. 
She needs a new heart extra bad. 
So, Santa’s bringing her the one thing, that will stop her parents from being sad. 
He rushes to the hospital in his golden sleigh, and climbs right down the vent, 
He’s saving Christmas today. 
Santa rushes in just in time, finds a doctor, the girl is dying. 
It’s not what he usually does, but he stays and watches as they save her life. 
He waits for her to wake up. 
“Santa, you saved my life, oh thank you so much! I needed my heart to be touched.” 
He just smiles, and kisses her hand. He’s so glad he didn't destroy the land. 
Christmas is still a special day. 
There’s no more sorrow, no, not today. Santa smiles though some are still ungrateful. 
There’s that one child, standing in the snow, her life can now be started in the evening glow. That’s life for the grateful, loving, caring, and the thankful. Most of the time Santa just gives toys. For all the good girls and boys. But not today, and not tomorrow, once a year he gets rid of sorrow. So sleep tight and say your prayers, Christmas time is but once a year.

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- - - I wish

I wish . . . I could go back in time go back, back to when I was a child full of happiness and pure joy to Christmas with my family before the sorrow . . . O, how I loved Christmas Day the cooking and decorating Mom fussing and Grandma dusting Dad entwining lights on the tree us children running all about before the sorrow . . . The fireplace crackling and glowing snow falling and Santa dreams dancing in my mind in the night my new kitten purring before the sorrow . . . ___________________________ Written, 2012 Submitted to the contest, Free Verse, A Poet Destroyer

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Big blundering beast
Poor fish have no chance whatsoever
Neither does the slowest runner in your group

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Once Upon A Christmas

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."

                                                                Cile Beer

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24 bar 12


24/12 at age 5

Christmas Eve by age five, 
an eve of my parents’ plan.
In glittering dress so naïve, 
kisses from kith and kin rain.
back home, my wish list in my stockings, 
through chimney Santa Claus to come,
good boy Jenish went to sleep singing,
“silent night, holy night, all is calm, Santa, you come”.

24/12 at age 18

Christmas Eve by age eighteen
ultimate fun, a great sense in teen.
fag ,booze,from evening five ten.
my friends, I ,crack fire works by all den
in richest dress, bothering others least.
In Church “impressing: our goal” silently
for bad boy Jenish, no Santa his eve .no gift.
Slept,Know not when gently

24/12 at age 27

Christmas Eve by age twenty seven 
Me and my wife. Alone we were.
a silk saree for her, beauty! Divine!
my dress ,all her choice, I wore.
“her choice” made me a Gentleman, 
for my wife, in-laws and their big family.
My wife tried crackers,great is my woman.
atom bombs, hydrogen bombs, rockets no silly.
her courage instilled great confidence in me.
all bombs cracked noisily. Stood fearless my Victoria!
My darling by my side, I would dare the sky for we.
This time, I believed Santa would gift me and Victoria
for, jenish and victoria, the good boy and girl.
My sweet heart wrote a wish list to Santa
I pretended as if I sleep, once she slept I whirled
to unroll the list written for Santa,
“Santa, pray for me and Jenish.
We need another Jenish and another Victoria”.
I saw a great woman in her. Slept peacefully Jenish.
I dream the kids of my Cinderella,Victoria.

rest for same contest next year………….

Started writing by 20-11-2013. 
completed by 26-11-2013 by Jenish Soosai Anthony
 for Poet. Debbie Guzzi‘s contest “Happy Holidays”. 

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Christmas Cometh

Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift 

Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted 
in solid white

Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight

Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds 
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray 
and then moonless white 

in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again

an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face 
calls out 

swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white  
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal 
against black forest and gray sky...
the now darkening of night

and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"

The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?

Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped 
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected 
to celebrate these days

and I am merry my soul 
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......

for your key hit 

hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold 
in the hearth and heart once more

the owl calls out again

"Who who ......who are you?"

and I know who I am 
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold 
the oil

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twelve days of Christmas

On the twelfth day of Christmas 
My ex she gave to me
Twelve migraine headaches
Eleven bags of my clothes
Ten pics of her new guy
Nine nasty messages
Eight early morning phone calls
Seven stupid emails
Six  sarcastic compliments
Five ---lawyer ---bills
Four flattened tires
Three kids to feed
Two trips to court
And a divorce to finally free me

Carl Fraser

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Christmas Will Never Cease to Be

If there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells or Silent Nights
If there were no gifts beneath the tree
Would Christmas cease to be?

If there was no tasty holiday fare
No people gathering here or there
If no crowds went from shop to shop
Would Christmas simply stop?

The answer of course is a resounding no
For Christmas came quite long ago
Christmas was before the tree
Before the gifts for you and me

Christmas brought the shepherds and kings
The angel songs and the giving of things
For one small child was born
On that very first Christmas morn

He is why the star shone bright
On that Midnight Clear and Holy Night
The faithful come and He is the reason
And now, we gather and worship at this special season

So, if there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells and Silent Nights
Still He came - for you and for me
And Christmas will never cease to be.

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Spare a Thought this Christmas

Have you ever noticed how
Christmas never completely fades
there are reminders with us
through out all of the year

Just enough of a sense of spirit
to keep our hopes up for the one coming
long before the winter snows come
we are already planning ahead

August is the time to make
Christmas cakes and pudding
then seal away and allow them 
to slowly mature and ripen

Picking out a Christmas tree
lugging it home and decorating
adorning the home with streamers
cards packed on the mantle

The joy of friends and family
when you all sit down to dine
the merriment fills the air
and good will freely flows

This Christmas as you recline
with a glass in your hand
pause and remember that today
is really about a special birth

I fear these years he is forgotten
the son who came to save our world
he gave his life so we may live
this Christmas spare Jesus a thought

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Santa Claus

With big sack full of sweet gifts
for little children
Santa Claus is going on the heavenly skis
surrounded by fabulous foxes and birds...

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A Veterans Christmas

They say everyone is asleep not even mouse stays awake on Christmas Eve. 

For they forget the Marines, Airman, Soldiers, and Sailors who stay awake all through the night. 

Never being weary for the fear of losing a life. Up through the cold night without a fright. 

Never regretting the decision they made. For they know on Christmas Day every service member will awake. 

No other gift as big or as strong. Then to know they are all out of harm.

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The Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas and I was alone,
I looked out the window so eager and scared,
Eager for presents he'd give me when here,
Scared that he'd give me a big lump of coal,
My fright was much larger and stronger than hope,
And when I was sleeping I only saw sins,
Of all lies I had said of all wrong I did,
Of when I borrowed brother's pen and never gave it back,
When I killed sister's hamster and hid it in dad's lab,
All of the wrong and all of the sins,
they raced through my mind as nightmares do when-

And then I woke up and looked all around,
I was hot I was thirsty,
My lips were so sear,
I went down the stairway I went for a glass [of water],
I heard a few footsteps 'Who could it be?'
I  saw someone hiding behind Christmas tree,
"Santa is it you? Have you brought Coal or gifts?
If it's gifts, can I choose them? If coal then so why?"
Santa looked at me, he smiled then he said,
"I've brought you gifts dear, you've been good for this year,
you did all your homework, you've made your dad proud,
you're caring, you're nice, though sometimes you're not,
yet overall you're perfect, you're the best of them all!"
And as he left, I saw his beaming watch,
the golden one dad had been gifted at March.

That night what I dreamed of was perfect, just right,
I dreamed of the good deeds I'd done and shall do,
And in the end, the sins, they were wiped cleansed and gone.

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Only Pleasure and Happiness in the silent night

On the lonely street
I hear nothing 
But the charolers on Christmas eve 
The cheerful sound fill up
The dark and quiet night
With pleasure and happiness

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Decorating Silence

Decorating Silence
                       by Odin Roark

How deafening the stillness

Where once did tinkling chimes hang above
Welcoming doors opening
When snow-clad galoshes padded innocently
While a snow covered canine
Did wag
Did pant
Did shake

How distant the Lionel train
Making its rounds about the tree
Its smoke stack puffing
Its timid whistle sounding

How comforting
The fragrance of conifer drippings
The string draped popcorn boughs
The reflective glass balls of red
And clear

How memorable these reflections
Love’s time past
When simple butcher paper
Brownbag wrapped gifts
Needed but a piece of red string
To bring a smile

Aged appreciation nods
Snapshots remain
Remembrance fixes frozen moments
Standing warm and supportive
Rising from the flames

How faithful my fire
The stone encased resuscitator
Able to keep safe
Those undulating mirages 
Never out of reach
Always ready to arouse 
Performing the yearly dance
Beneath moist overcast eyes
Ever glistening

Time fades
Fireplaces stand ready
Nostalgia’s faithful friends know well
Decorated silence remains
But a simple rekindling away

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One Bowl of Christmas

One world,
One nation,
One smile,
One reason.

Give love this joyful season.
Cheers in heart in this occasion.
God is great for giving thy gift.
His only son, the King on Earth.

Merry Christmas to every soul,
To every heart and home.
To every color and race.
To everyone who has a fate.

Happy Holidays to my Poetry Soup Family !!!!!!

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Santa's Trip Way Up There

            Santa’s Trip Way Up There

Santa came to town to find some batteries for a comet mission
Philea probe ran out of energy when landing on a duck shaped thing
Its name is 67P/C-G and is very far away from Earth 
It took Rosetta space craft ten years to voyage there
322 million miles from here for what it’s worth

Philea probe needs Santa and some luck this year
To restore and to explore the speeding rock up there
The mission calls for more than just a sled to save the mission
Santa can’t run on milk and cookies any more
A missile or rocket is needed to get him there by Christmas

Athletes get athletes foot you know
Santa, is now an astronaut, so
He must get missile toe at Christmas 

Santa needs a power source for poor Philea soon
It fell into a deep sleep for lack of energy
Perhaps he should stop there first to give it batteries
Santa and the probe might discover microbial life together

Just one more comment
I hope he finds at least one snowflake on the comet
To remind him of our Christmas back on Earth
You know; his home planet 

11/23/14 “What's up with Santa” – Poetry Contest

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Our Christmas Tree

Our Christmas Tree is still erect
Makes us feel so good
Has that effect.
It's so pretty-can't tuck away
Looks like we're keepin' it up
nice and ready for Christmas Day!

Copyright McCuen 2009

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They’ve hauled me into the parlour,
secure in terracotta packed with soil,
to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation.
Soon I will be baubled,
showy, gaudy, tinselled –
the court jester who will keep
them smiling through their feast –
and burdened with things that dangle,
like a tart’s cheap earrings,
and those little wooden reindeer,
hand-painted, made in Korea.

But for now they seem
to contemplate my noble nakedness,
their eyes detained by something
unplumbed in their reality;
and they are silenced, for just an instant,
by a notion, perhaps, of distant green,
a timeless forest that impinges
on the periphery of their awareness,
seeing me as I would remain,
could they but permit
such an insult to their tradition.

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Aint no hate around
This here place with love abound
This be Christmas Town

Lights be everywhere
Snowflakes swirl in de night air
Sleep without a care

Stockings all be hung
Stuffed with goodies every one
Santa’s bell be rung

Down da chimney here he come!

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Memories from a Stuffed Dog

Your always near;
memories of
winters past
play on the air
in front of this
fuzzy gift.
With beady black eyes
and brown spotted black fur,
I'm reminded of a
long lost companion.
Your gift;
a memory
of a memory,
cherished and loved forever.

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Christmas Is

The time to go beyond your own self
To think of and do for others.
To pay it forward
Put yourself out there.

You may have nothing to offer,
You say?
A thoughtful word is all 
It may take.
A small gesture, a smile.
An act of kindness.
This may be better than any material gift,
You could buy.

You yourself may need this,
So pass on the good, and expect nothing in 
Return is the best gift of all.

Remember this;
It is a precious gift that will
Last you many years.

Brighten a heart, bring fond memories,
Of a time when someone touched your heart,
Lifts your soul, most of all,
It will be remembered.

Think of those you know, 
And those you don't
Your light can be the best gift of all!!
Pay it forward, this I challenge you...
Because this is what Christmas is 


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Blessings Of The Lord

Day by day we perceive the blesssings of the Lord,
The snowy day that reminds us about the blessings of warmth and friendship,
Friendship that is distant and always remembered,
Miracles that are difficult to define,
A church and portals that you used to visit,
Structures beautiful, unique and powerful,
 Hymns sung and bible verses read,
Choirs where the bells ring and the songs are sung,
Ministers preaching the wisdom of God,
Relatives forever loved and protected by the Lord,
Blessed reunions and visits redefined,
Talents shared and appreciated,
The Lord's poet blessed by God's friendship,
Athletic strength as a senior guided by God,
Royalty sacred and divine, a blessing to mankind.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Forgotten Promises

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
I am looking through the window
Watching people under the snow

Some are with family, cooking and eating
Some are in the street, walking and shopping
Some are at home cleaning and decorating
Some are with friends packing and traveling

Everything seems fine
but when I look again …

Some are hungry, looking for food
Some are homeless, shivering in the cold
Some are lonely, sitting with sadness
Some are in pain, mourning for a loss

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
I am thinking to myself
Is this the world we promised to build?

What happened to our world?
What happened to us?
What is going on?
Did we forget our promises?

We promised to NOTICE
We promised to ADJUST
We promised to PROTECT
Then why so much RAVAGE?

We promised to CARE
We promised to CARESS
We promised to FEED
Then why so much HUNGER?

We promised to RECEIVE
We promised to RELIEVE
We promised to FORGIVE
Then why so much REVENGE?

We promised to RESPECT
We promised to APPRECIATE
We promised to LOVE
Then why so much HATRED?

We promised to COMMUNICATE
We promised to COMPREHEND
We promised to CONNECT
Then why so much DISUNITY?

Another Christmas is coming
A new year will begin
How is it going to end?
What to promise again?

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yuletide in trouble
at a thousand feet – burn out
hear old saint nick shout

“round up some huskies
for the trip get them well fed
christmas by dog sled!”

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It's an eve before christmas day,
My darling can't come home yet.
He said he's in the middle of a traffic,
Caused of people crazy over shopping spree.

I felt sadden and blue...
My baby can't come on due,
We'll miss the kiss in the mistletoe,
No warmth hugs and "i love you's ."

Twelve midnight I'm alone and sad.
The expected gift still on the road,
Waiting for my baby ,feels so bored.
Eyes get tired and begun to close...

Then all of a sudden I heard a noise.
Trying to figure out what's outside the room.
I saw my baby beside the christmas tree,
Playing with a kitty,his surprise gift for me.

*AiyaH De Torres

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Neo Nativity


Metal ghosts of Detroit's best
held together by rust and secrets,
stacked five high, squashed and bent
each holds memories-
good times in their back seats
family trips to the shore,
drive-in movies,
kids sleeping in the back
on the ride home from Christmas.

They may not be pretty
but they do provide shelter.
They cut the wind
and block the rain,
so she cowered beneath a wall of them.
Face illuminated by lightning
and pain
she pulled him close;
this man, Jose, who agreed,
she clutches at him 
and wears his strength.

No scratch for a motel,
no rooms to be had anyway,
and the Mustang died
a couple of miles outside of town.
The walk here in the rain
was the least fun she could recall,
until her water broke,
joining the squalor at her feet
and the labor began in earnest.

The moment is real
and as near as her next breath
the pain that grips her
steals that breath
then gives it back in a rushing whoosh.
She births, as women have done
for millenia
but she does it
in this mechanical graveyard.

A few moments of agony later
Maria was a mother
and her life had now taken a new direction.
When the sky finally cleared
she rocked her new son,
wrapped in a vinyl tarp,
and watched a single brilliant star
flare to life over her head.

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The Finter Holidays

There is no greater pleasure than the mixture of fall and winter


We start with Halloween

The pumpkins, the sweets, the treats

Black and orange set the tone

The chill is just starting to hit your spine

You can smell it in the air

Feeling on edge

Waiting for the scare

BAM!  It comes, it goes

The temperature drops

The turkeys better run

You better buy your elastic pants

And make room in your house for the whole family


The fire, the gathering, the attire

The smell of pumpkin floods your nostrils

You gain an internal warmth

Let us say a prayer for this meal

Look outside, winter is now here

The transition from fall has been made

Pull out the scarves and hats

And set out your Christmas mats

The fat man is coming to town

Put away your frown

This is a jolly season

Decorate the houses, prepare the tree, sip your cocoa

Mistletoe is in the air

And the sound of wrapping paper is in your ear

We're getting close

You better turn in your list or you're toast

Christmas eve

Sleep early, listen for the jingle bells

Christmas morning, looks like Santa stopped by

Welcome to winter

Say goodbye to Finter

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12 days of xmas

Just 12 days to Christmas
So much hope in the air
And a chilling in my tummy
With 11 days to go
My B.P is now high
And where do I get some money
Now going to the bank
To check out what is left
Only just to leave there empty
Now where are my guys?
I cannot understand
8 are just nowhere
7 went to marriage
6 are now studying
5 raaan awayyyy
4 hanged my calls
3 washing clothes
2 went to club
And 1 told me he’s not free

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Christmas, my Christmas!
The tree is all set up
The lights are all bright
Yuletide bells ringing
Christmas music is singing
Colorful wreath adorns the doorway
A sprig of mistletoe atop the door frame
Christmas flowers are everywhere
A beautiful red velvety site!
The mountains are snow glad
Leaves of trees are Christmas humming
Gifts are all embellished with laces and ribbons
Food is still warm, untouched 
till the Christmas candles wear out

Now done with the hustle and bustle,
the waiting has begun 
And I cry,
           saying -
Christmas, my Christmas!
Where are you all these years?

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~A Merry Christmas To You~ (Free Verse) Christmas is much fun, is a special time To meet family and also friends, Glad you can be with me now here The best of my love I send it all to you. The Christmas Tree looks so cheery and great Decorations glow happily, all around Lights that fill whole rooms, with such warmth Dreams and hopes to go all around. Boxes and packages done with much love, Waiting all to be open by loving hands, I wish you all the best Merry Christmas ever And each day of the New Year too. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 December,15,2014 HAPPY MERRY CHRISTMAS 2014 TO YOU ALL!

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It's Christmas again

Dear Family who never call,
Its Christmas again,
And needless to say I dislike you all,
But despite all my loathing.
For your stupid fat faces,

I’ve wrote you a poem,
All full of airs and graces,
Oh it’s Christmas, so, I'll blow my nose,
The poems all festive, so here it goes:
If you ask me it’s all a farce,
You can blow your Christmas out your arse,
All the greedy-robot-shoppers, drooling and grasping, makes me sad,
Wide-eyed-bloated-screaming-brats, all clawing and grasping mad,
Filling their shopping bags with the latest things they saw on the telly
Cramming their trollies with vast amounts of food for the belly,
Yes if you ask me It fills me with fear,
You can ram your Christmas in your wax filled ear,
All the mindless-nine-to-five-morons consume and consume and tell me I’m their brother,
All dressed up to the nines swarming our towns they kiss and hug and sing to each other,
Prancing, posturing and drinking to much booze with their haircuts and shoes
I’d like to take to the streets with a shotgun; I’ve got nothing to lose,
Yes if you ask me It makes me cry,
You can poke your Christmas in Santa’s eye!
All the pretty pretentious families gather around fake smiles and wrapped gifts,
They eat lots of cake with their glistening eyes,
But it isn’t long before their mood shifts,
Soon they’ll be drunk and at each other’s throats 

Saying “I luv you so much, I luv you” “No, no I really really love you” what a charade, what a joke.
Yes if you ask me, at Christmas I will point and laugh and shake my head,
It’s an empty hollow sham, based on a make believe religion, tatty, garish, cheap and all the true festivity is dead

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A Christmas Snow

A Christmas Snow

In the distance I hear them, 
Through the snow capped hills beyond the icy river below...
The voices are a delight to the ears...

I smile in spite of the cold...

I run and stumble, a cascade of snow quickly swallows me whole...
I race toward the magical sounds that fill the brisk air....

I smile in spite of the cold...

As I catch my breath I gaze intently...
A sight so amazing, so incredible, I freeze in place...
The brilliant snowflakes delicately fall gently across my face...

I smile in spite of the cold...

Set into the white washed hills is a lit city of sorts...
Raised above the blanket of snow... 
Made entirely of ice crystal are the houses of old...

I smile in spite of the cold...

I gasp... as I am blinded by the scene that lay before me...
Singing with angelic voices are children with rosy cheeks...
They are serene and blissful so full of light...

I smile in spite of the cold...

For the Christmas Snow Contest
By: Meg Anderson

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what's Christmas for little Matilda,
a little girl some place in Brazil
what's Santa for little Tomas,
a little orphan some place in the dry north,
two different kids, two different sides of the globe
two  kids with a common back ground,
grown deep inside them
Tommy heard the name Santa from a story he heard read,
yes from that delicious smelling book a white guy had given him
that's the greatest gift he had ever had,
it wasn't Christmas but it was his best Christmas

little Matilda came cross to Santa,
yap,that old chap that looked like Moses,
she cried, mummy have seen Santa
but why is Santa dressed like us,
he's got the beards, but why are his shoes torn
she ran along and hugged him
and the old chap painted a smile,
that was the best Christmas gift the old man had ever had
for once in a harves tmoon someone thought he was human 
little Matilda was Santa Claus to the old chap
she had given him a Christmas joy

Santa Claus,Santa Claus
give someone a smile and you deserve the name
bring forth the joy and be Santa to someone

****Merry Christmas poetry soup family****

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No Lord not again

I cannot believe what I see before my eyes,
speechless as I read...

too familiar is this scene,
repeating once again, surreal as if I'm back in time...

I once was near when the unthinkable happened,
Columbine, flowering youths cut down in teen prime.

I watched in horror as two souls entered, repeated over and over 
the media; what a circus, as stories began to break...

I witnessed in my own back yard, as innocent lives vanished
'Why? What is the purpose, I did not know', I wept for each and every soul. And cried aloud "How can you be?"

trying to avoid the repetitive media, over and over again...
a christian channel offered me hope, and asked one simple thing.

Fall to my knees, and ask HIM into my life, to do with what he will,
surrender to his Grace and Mercy, 

My life changed that day, so many years ago Columbine Columbine....
we thought you were the last.

As many of my peers in education stood, in terror, disbelief and anger of having no control. "Why? What is the purpose?" our innocent's, so young, so sweet, so worshiped by their families, so unforgivable this one unthinkable act .

One woman weeping, I ask if she's alright...
She looked at me and said, Someone's Christmas present is underneath a tree; it won't be opened on Christmas eve.

Another walked up, and clobbered my arm..."What the hell is going on?"
It's alright, if its what they need to do. God saved me, and humbled me...oh Columbine why? I can not say, nor will I try, for only God knows the master plan.

But like with me that somber day, back in Columbine. I pray that someone far from God, was softened just enough...

to fall to their knees and ask "God Please"
enter my life tonight.... 

Let an awakening united universal voice ring out.
No more bloodshed, no more death. Our children our the innocents and our future in them rests...

To utter the words "I'm sorry" or "you're in my prayers' seems so hollow right now. By faith alone, I can only say...let the heavens open and radiant light shine down, on the simple all American place called Newtown..

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The Neediest

The Neediest
                     by Odin Roark

Still life furnished room
Broken chair
One dare not sit on
Narrow bed
Hard to sleep on
Table leaning
Daren’t eat on
Caked hard with spilt on
Out the window
Hope often stomped on

Someone’s present year 
Destined to be long gone

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New Nine Month Rule

This bears repeating, every December (and February, and March):

We have five December birthdays
in our immediate family.

February is the love month,
not March, never March, okay?
Some are confused about St. Valentine
who, though he championed love,
would have scoffed at our customs.

Claudius the Cruel*, Queen Juno**,
birds mating, and fertility rites
have no bearing on March.
Please pass the word.

December birthdays
thin budgets, time, and tempers.
The month of December 
is for Christmas, don'tcha know?

March should be off limits
in the bedroom. 
Every woman should hang a sign 
on her bed on March first: 
On Vacation for one month!

What, no one told your mother
about the nine month rule?

*Ordered St. Valentine beheaded in 278 AD
**Roman Goddess of marriage & childbirth.

cfa © 12/13/2010 

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Will Daddy Be Home for Christmas

Dear diary,
Earlier I asked Mommy when Daddy would return,
And she simply smiled, "Soon, Little Bird."
But when I left the room, I could hear Mommy crying,
Then fell to her knees and prayed to the higher world.

No one will tell me why Daddy hasn't come back yet,
Won't he be back here for Christmas Eve?
I walked back down and peered around the corner,
Watching as Mommy cried and turned to leave.

Why won't they tell me anything, I'm desperate to know,
I don't know if I can open any gifts without my Daddy there.
Taking pictures to savour the memories, he was always present,
But as I drift off tonight, I wonder why he isn't here.

The next day, Mommy held a note in her hand,
"The funeral is scheduled for December twenty-first."
I went up and asked Mommy "What is that for?"
But I was not prepared for the worst.

Now, he will not talk to me anymore,
He won't be here for Christmas another year.
Now, he is on my list to Santa,
But I know something that dear

Can't come back.

I miss you Daddy.

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If you chance to see
a wandering snowman
on your way home tonight
Let me know.
The poinsettias have started to wilt, turning dull
The Christmas lights have flickered low into the night
The food has lost its savor
Gifts have been opened
Blurry are my windows now
As snow continues to hide
My precious snowman from plain site.

If you chance to meet
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Stop for a moment and play with him.
Share a candy. Make him smile
Make him a paper airplane. Make him beam and laugh.
Hug and kiss him for me. Warm his heart.
It's all a lost mother would ask
For Christmas.

If you chance to experience
My wandering snowman
On your way home tonight
Please send him home
to a warm Christmas with me.
It's all that I ask.

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The Birth of Love

Love most perfect laid glory aside to come bless us with his presence!
~*~                                                                                     ~*~

Merry Christmas to all and a Happy and blessed New Year!


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A Reason To Believe

When in sorted times we have become complacent when
Shattered fragments left loose on their briars once again
In timeless plight we have a tendency to forget the night
The day is far spent while lived by sight;

A Reason To Believe
When shadows get loosened to its course of shape
We will wallow to reach the North in spiral fate
We live in mockery sent to the close of faith

With a cascading ship filled with fools going much too late
In crimsome tide ethced through the surface of my mind
I try to look yet today all is much too blind
As if animals going out on some desolate perch

Shades of black paint in its overt mask
What will ceil the case never to give anyone any flack
A fickle of Pine rested on the back porch ventured vine
We all must search the scriptures daily otherwise one is totally blind!

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Santa Storm Watch

            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

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On the Twelfth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Twelve royal garments,
Eleven scarlet short shirts,
Ten pretty pigeons,
Nine tiny scorpions,
Eight vampire videos,
Seven withered flowers,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setsssssss;
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice, 
 And an apple juice just for meeeee.
On the eleventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Eleven Scarlet short shirts,
Ten pretty pigeons,
Nine tiny scorpions,
Eight vampire videos,
Seven withered flowers,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setsssss,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for meeee.

On the Tenth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Ten pretty pigeons,
Nine tiny scorpions,
Eight vampire videos,
Seven withered flowers,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setssssss,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for meeeee.

On the Ninth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Nine tiny scorpions,
Eight vampire videos,
Seven withered flowers,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setsssssss,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for meeeee.

On the eighth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Eight vampire videos,
Seven withered flowers,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setsssssss,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for meeee.

On Seventh day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Seven withered flowers,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setssssss,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red Pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for meeee.

On the sixth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Six golden-red coins,
Five lovely setssssss,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for meeeee.

On the fifth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Five lovely sets,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for me.

On the forth day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Four he-goat heads,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for me.

On the third day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Three red pork,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for me.

On the second day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
Two sacks of rice,
And an apple juice just for me.

On the first day of Christmas
my true love sent to me,
An apple juice just for meeeeeee.

CONTEST:"12 days of x-mass" sponsored by PD

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Christmas star

In the snowy storms of winter

love of Jesus warms my heart.

In the cold nights of December

Christmas star shows me the Way.

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It is that time of year

It's that time of year
As the cold starts to settle in these days.
I begin to think it'that time of year.
Watching the leave fall to the ground
As the birds fly south, they will be gone.
The ducks are near the pond, but the water too cold to swim.
People fill the stores As toys leave the shelves.
Main St is all lite up with lights of the season that is about to come.
The wind brings the cold of snow. As it covers the leaves on the ground.
Children are playing on the hill. A snowball fight is always the thrill.
Smoke from the chimney fills the air and your noise.
As you put your sign in the yard 
Saying Merry Christmas To All.
Yes, It is that time of year.

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Lemmings' Cliff Run

Lemmings’ Cliff Run
                       by Odin Roark

Might it be

We are naively gullible 
Believing like the Lemmings
From the ocean-cliff’s edge
Down below looks like a lake
So it must be a lake
Even though our species
Should know better

Could it be

We abandon 
Those extra synaptic gifts
Deceive ourselves
Take the leap
Find we can survive the jump
But the endless “lake”
Like to the lemmings
Has no opposite shoreline
Within eyesight

And like the lemmings
Struggle concedes to
Physical and mental fatigue
Delivers exhausted neurons
Into blissful compliance

Such might be

The place where
Credit card inebriation
Staggers us into the “lake” 
Only to find we’ve extended
Beyond our means
No shoreline in view


Many might survive their “ocean” 
Until they are but floating bodies
Bobbing with the waves of commerce know-how
As it pushes the tide
Back to the shore
Ready to lure
Lemming-headed targets
Awaiting atop cliff’s edge
Staring into that intoxicating money-colored
Blue/green color we’ve grown to glamorize
And worship
Thinking it will always be there
Until it's not

Nature’s perfection
Transparency’s metaphor
Seldom perceived
Often ignored

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Winter Destiny

Winter fresh, crisp and clean,
God's dessert for mankind,
Delicious experentially,
The mountains you ski,
Toboggans and sleds,
A swift passage to tomorrow,
The snowman and snow forts,
A favorite passtime,
The days of maple syrup and pancakes,
The pioneers making us welcome,
With their traditional old-fashioned ways,
The blessings of our God.

Author: Gwen von Erlach

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Christmas - Plum Cake

Christmas – Plum Cake

If you like Plum Cake
Do beware
For unripe plums
Can cause despair

Be very careful
With the flour
Sift and sift but
Don’t take an hour

Add some sugar
But do beware
Sugar is bad,
So do take care

Mix in some 
Butter, this way
Use your fingers 
washed today

Time to mix in
Some luscious plums, 
Careful now, wash
That red tongue  

Getting late now
Off to bed
Think of tomorrow’s
Christmas –

Of the Plum Cake ahead

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	Why do we celebrate?
We forget the real reason,
The reason we come together
This Christmas Season.
	We celebrate
The day of Your birth,
We call it Christmas
Here on Earth.

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A Lonely Heart on Christmas

My first Christmas without him,
But his scent still lingers.
I remember the nights by the fireplace,
The warmth of his arms around me,
The ripples across his chest.
I wish he had not left...
See, I pushed him away,
With the nagging and the lack of time,
And now I miss him,
Like a mother misses a child miles away.
And I wish this Christmas,
That I was in his arms.
Laughing at his past Christmas stories,
Cooking a feast for his family and mines.
And even as guests begin to arrive,
I feel alone,
Since he is now not by my side.
And I prayed and prayed that he would come back,
But that never did bring him back,
At least not yet.
And this Christmas my heart still belongs to him,
To my first love...
For he left me with the worst gift ever:
A lonely heart on Christmas.

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Your Will Be Done

You did this, you pushed the wrong buttons,
It was not supposed to end this way.
So now I hide behind these blinds,
I begged and pleaded you to stay. 

You never saw that what i sacrificed for you was way beyond my powers,
But input everything aside for you and now you bring out the sorrows. 
So thank you for showing me what your expectations were with me so you earned your crown,
So I say this as my finial words, "May Your Will Be Done".

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Life on a hitchhike

Life on a hitchhike

A cool drool drip slid to the corner of a slit shut
mouth. Eyes that once FLASHED reared back and humbled
into occular armpits,  no explanation. Hands that once
felt warmth and high hopes slowly tremmored twitching
careless as unmatter of fact. I watch the
flesh depart,  skin crawling with old breakfast
sausage  patty indifference. Postage due----Royal flesh
does not win. Careful.   External refuse
hidden bonds  confide in mass abuse of internal
bliss like  factory worker, paydayholiday Friday. Say
goodbye like used coffee grounds  At last gasp I
set sockets against a blank ceiling scanning with 
eyes aglee and a wave in omnidirectional fervor.
Too finite? Numb and neutral with nothing at stake
I praise a restless content over a form boring of
less than glib compose and promote a position of
erectile tissue and ooooze about time ,  space
swaying to and fro for this invisible temptation
at arms------------------------------------------length

dave collins, "Yes", 1/89, Wash D.C.

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Is It Santa or Jesus: Who You Matter Most

Santa Claus is coming to town;
Wearing his majestic red gown/
Riding in a sleigh,pulled by his raindeers/
 Every child is waiting for his present/--

And so here are the people around the globe;
Twirling mind in setting up their home/
Reaching  ten feet high christmas tree/
Star must be on top,lights twinkling brightly/

All gifts were wrapped in a fancy paper;
Every heart's desire was set on a dinner/
Counting down a seconds before it came/
The yuletide season of love and cheers.--

But take a pause and ponder  awhile;
Is it a day for a bloated,mustachio guy?--
Or a King of Jews and Highness of  sovereign land/
Everyone is singing now; "Santa Claus is coming to town!"

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Meaning of christmas

The meaning of christmas
Isnt about Santa Claus.
Isnt about presents.
Isnt about christmas music.
It's about christ being
Born on christmas day.
So we celebrate,
To remember our
Christ Being born in a manager.
Cause God sent us his Son
To be a scarifice.
And save us from
Being damned to our sin.

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How Celebratory

How Celebratory
                 by Odin Roark

To know romance is borne
Of definitions unknown,
Of vibrations beyond sentient grasp
Where resides imagination sans ownership,
Is to know the illusive magic. 

For where else would such intuit dwell,
If not in the discovered world
Of the undiscovered, 
Accessible to only those of courage,
Those unafraid of illusion’s magic
Of disappointment,
Where a fractured heart,
Made open and vulnerable
By willingness to suffer,
Finds solace in anticipation.

Experience shadows 
Tomorrow’s longing,
Yesterday’s regrets,
And somewhere within,
Where past,
And future,
Are of no consequence,
Rests life’s intimate reward,
The essence of amour.

That longing
Found void so often,
Only to be resurrected
When one’s time is again ready,
Awaits the moment.

Thrown arms in the air,
Smiles of rainbow and sunset glory,
Know so well,
Like tomorrow’s sunrise,
That the true embrace
Of enigma’s prized possession
Will appear


Such vast auras of who you are
Are floating everywhere—
Precious fragments of life’s romance.

How celebratory. 

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The season

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
May all your dreams and wishes come true
May your words continue to flow
Words of happiness and joy
Words of love and life
Words for others to enjoy
Words to release our inner selves
For we are people of Soup
Our words are a gift to others
We share emotion
For some times a word is all it takes to help 
A trouble soul
 A broken heart
May the season inspire you
And the New Year bring a never ending flow of words

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Children's Christmas Flight

            Children’s Christmas Flight
Gold bells sounded through the snow
Calm in memory above the Christmas glow
Girls and boys lined up just after lunch
Out in the school yard to meet Santa Claus
He landed in a supersonic crunch
Softly on the deepening snow
In a stealth space ship with toys and candy
Permission slips from each child’s parents
Were collected by the tiny elves
Before they entered the ship
To fly around the world
This was no ordinary trip
Santa wanted to take them all to Mars
And out among the stars
But he remembered what time it was
The clock struck Christmas right on the dot
Being jolly, quick, and good old St. Nick  
Santa laughed with a Ho Ho Ho in red and white
Told the children, “This is Christmas night.”
Visiting stars and Mars will have to wait
Santa will be working hard and late tonight
He touched his bright red cheek to speak
“Who wants to go to Disney World with me?!”
There were twenty children there
Santa counted twenty hands plus plus
Some children raised two hands, to get the voting right
You can never vote too much
Santa retired the reindeer but only for one year
They have families too, living in Alaska and Timbuktu
Their vacation time was long over due 
The new sled is this super stealth flying ship
It moves faster than a lightning bolt
We’ll all have lots of fun and then return you home
Before you even know it
Santa will have to return to work
No time for playing on planets or moons
So you better go to sleep real soon
Santa’s coming with toys for you!

Created on 11/23/14 for - Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale – Poetry Contest

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Santa's Workshop

The Christmas Elf sat on the shelf,
The Christmas tree stood tall in the living-room,
With beautiful lights and decorations,
Santa's toy shop come to life,
The Nutcracker tall and shy,
A pretty doll nearby,
The toy train that zoomed around the room,
A big drum and a piano quiet companions,
The toy castle and the doll house,
A Christmas toy mouse,
The sacred Christmas manager,
A story book about the savior,
Many more story books on the shelf,
Parents and children await Santa's visit,
Christmas night with all the lights in the living-room,
Shinning brightly and the pretty house stood,
They are all blessed on Christmas day.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Night of Flickering Gold

No matter the weather...rain, fog or snow....they will appear...
This is the season when loved ones come to our door
We call it the "Night of the Christmas Chore"....
They show up on our doorstep, red noses like ice, wool scarves and gloves
It does no good to say..."No...we aren't doing it this year"....
Try to keep them away....they will manage to wiggle inside...
They come, for comfort, and friendship and cups of good tide..
They will earn their reward, with some work in store....
Brown bags of sand and candles, mixed together with love..
Then a walk in the dark, and we'll circle the road, 
For a mile in the country, we light up the darkness with flickering gold
Along with the singing, and laughing and stories are told
   It is no say "No, we aren't doing it this year"....
      Those words would be useless, their ears wouldn't hear..
        They would beg us, convince us, and may even bribe
Nor is there valid reason to bolt the door...they are welcome inside
They have learned that this is the place they need to be
When the winter days shorten, and the nights are long
When lights have been strung, and candles are burning
Where the fire is ...they will come in throngs..
         Neighbors and friends will come to our door
For the same reason that we need them to come
Stomping their feet, rubbing their hands....
Because they have heard what Christmas tradition has told them
That our hearthside is the place to be
    That we will welcome them quite happily...
     The brushing by of wet leaves before the door
      We shall make light of our chore...
       Sing with them, share our food, share the love
        And when we bid them farewell, we will step outside into cold night
         And meet the wind, and smile...
          We'll stand again beneath the stars for awhile....
           Just he and I, holding hands... will walk the circle mile....
            And watch the gold flicker in the December sky
              And know the spirit of love and gratitude
                Knowing this tradition, always knowing why...
                  Our Christmas gift to them...
                    And to ourselves....

                      Yes... of always...
                        We are doing it this year...

Inspired by Carolyn's contest "Christmas in Your Town"

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Christmas Future

                Christmas Future

The phantom dressed in black, hovered by the fireplace
Year of our Lord 2030 was closing out at last
Closing with the shop with New Year’s business                  
My friends are here with me for festivities and champagne 
The spirit intruded our conversations and celebration
Took me rudely with a skeletal hand with no excuses
Abruptly pinched my wrist and spirited me through the window
I told him I’m in my 80’s, too old to fly, too young to die 
He flew me any way, to the local cemetery plot in sad disgrace
My name was etched upon the cold rock face before me
I smiled, though knowing that was wrong to do
Since firing all my employees, with no word, no reason
To send them out to freeze at Christmas season
Is the reason I am here, in this awful mess
I smiled because the name upon the tombstone was not exactly mine 
They misspelled my name, which is not a crime, but
That makes them idiots without a doubt
I guess I have one more year to live, correct?
Or until the end of time before I die to make things right
Since the government makes all tombstones in the region
We know how incompetent they can be
The spirit of Christmas future will have to find another job
He might start by learning how to spell 
Along with government officials, before they send me off to hell

Created on 12/15/14 for – “Christmas Past, Present or Future” Poetry Contest
Theme - "Christmas Future"

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What Better Christmas

What better christmas
What better festive period
Than that which you are graced to see
Seeing you oh christmas
Is enough joy, 
That is my celebration.
Its not the shoe i wear, 
Its not the cloth I bought,
Not my hairstyle,
Nor the place i go,
Its not about the gifts
Or the drinks,
Tisnt the bangers
Nor the fireworks,
Neither is it the rice,
And not the big-fried-goat-meat,
But my joy
Is just my presence
In this festive period,
This i celebrate for.

What better christmas
Than that which is filled with laughter,
What better laughter
Than that you share
With loved ones.
What better festive period
Than that wherein
Your loved ones are alive
To share with you
That is the best christmas.

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How Did Our Sun Rise Today

How rhythmic is the silence
Of them that await their doom?
How melodic is their woe?

While hearts blossom
And remember with gratitude
The resplendent surge
Of their first conception

While convicts of our longing
Fish with the golden roe
The majesty of our history-
Committing acts of desecration

A stern righteous voice
Clad in beauty and ecstasy
Comes leaping upon hillocks:
Promising eternity beyond our dreams!

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A Child's Christmas

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


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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

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Five-and-Dime Store

Five-and-Dime Store
                    by Odin Roark

Maybe I remember ‘cause…

Everyday was a holiday
At Woolworth’s Five-and-Dime store.
Colored things were floor-to-ceiling,
Holding fast the lingering scents of popcorn,
American grilled cheese sandwiches,
Salt Water Taffy and fudge squares,
Clashing with parakeet and hamster living.
They were in the back where the little kids’ zoo was.

Maybe ‘cause…

Life-size cardboard Hopalong Cassidy
And Gene Autry cutouts hung from fishing lines,
Wrapped round roof nails.
Five and Dime treasures dangling over 
Kid literature my dad called them
Five cent comic books right next to 
Licorice and malt-ball canisters.

And just up the aisle,
Grandma’s favorite counter
Where she’d always buy her special envelopes--
Light blue par avion with printed airplanes.
I’d lift my chin up to the edge,
Stare at those airplanes
And dream.  Wow, how I dreamed.

Maybe I was collectin’ make believe
for when…

Oh, how Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma
Loved to drive the Model A into town,
Saunter up to the Five and Dime counter,
Order a turkey dinner,
Or liver and onions,
And then stare so long…
So long they’d stare into 
Their empty coffee cups,
While I slurped my root beer.
I could make a root beer last forever
You know?

Mama bought a lampshade once,
The crimped accordion-kind,
Along with those lacy see-through curtains.
“Par-cale”  I think she called them.
Never did understand their purpose.
What good’s a curtain you can see through?

And home,
When they were hung,
They’d lift and float straight out
When the windows were open.
Our cows and chickens would chorus up
Join me to laugh and the dancing curtains.
See-through-lift-up curtains.
Made no sense.

Maybe that’s how they all
Wanted to be remembered
Mama, Dad, Grandma and Grandpa.
I don’t know.

Now I sit in my new Lexus 
Gaze across the street
Where the twenty-story
Glass and steel office building.
Erected where the old Five and Dime 
Held so many good times.

Maybe I drove here ‘cause…

I needed to finger some nickels and dimes
In the pant pocket of my Armani suit
Gaze and remember the sweet smells and jelly bean colors.
When gettin’ happy and stayin’ happy was so easy.

Back then.

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La Noel Sucree

Using the snow to make white chocolate,
And we cheerfully waltz down a sponge street. 
As we melt away in the sweet, sugary clouds, 
I can't wait for our hands to meet! 

Because you're so sweet, I'll make it bitter,
And I use more meringue that usual. 
A kersch-flavored cherry carriage rolls in, 
And to the next station, being careful. 

Wearing the scent of lovely vanilla and with an Xmas ticket, 
I buy your favorite tart at the Chiffon Cake Street shop. 
I walk delicately to your home so I don't drop the cake, 
So please wait for me as I skip on a gumdrop. 

I stop at the candle fields, 
Enjoying the bright colors, red, blue, and yellow. 
I drink a glass of red juice, 
Tonight is a special night where our love will grow~! 

I won't take much more time to get to you, 
I wonder if my cake is okay? 
Wait, my reindeer is running away! 
Flying with a red-nose express through the grey. 

When the snow falls, it's a light acrylic pink, 
My fingers are colored purple when I touch it. 
I can't take your call right now, I promise though, 
When I come, you'll get a big Christmas star tonight! 

With a sugary frosting, I paint a heart on the tree, 
Love will be in the air tonight. 
So wait for me, I have to walk delicately, 
I won't drop the cake, alright? 

For the Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale competition

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The Lights Of Christmas

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.

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A Holiday Note

Merry Christmas, my Joshua
And, Happy New Year

We have the same Christmas tree 
Year after year (LOL)

Jonathan put it together	
And, I helped with the lights

We decorated your place
With a Christmas spray, nice

Put a lighted Santa Claus
On top for display

We had a pumpkin to remove
It’s Christmas ~ time to improve

I will miss your gifts, they were always unique
Boxes I collect, decorative and ornate

Cinnamon in the air
Cookies we baked.

God Bless you, my son
We will see you one day.

Please do not worry about us.....
We will be okay.

©Holly P. Sullivan
   November 2012

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The Christmas Chills

Shopping! Shopping!
Christmas shopping!
I have had enough,
It's stressing me out;
I gather all the gift lists
And toss them into the fire.
I pull the plug on
all the Christmas decor
And bang shut
the door and the windows
against a howling, frosty
and starless night,
And a melee of kith and kin;
I shut off the Christmas music
And plunge my home
in total darkness and silence.

I drop down on my knees -
Depressed, sorrowful and forlorn -
I fold my hands; bow my head
and cry silently, trying to
lighten the turmoil within,
To mend the lilt of true spirit
that time has set awry.

Way past midnight
I light a solitary candle
And venture to gather
some warmth from its
gentle and heartening glow!

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dream christmas list

Dear Father Christmas I know you’ve been asked for toys, phones, clothes and bracelets
I’ve done my research 
And I can give you my Christmas list in 3 words
Pixie Lott naked
I’m only joking
But my wishes are for things you can’t open
Give us Tupac, Biggie, Eazy E, and Big Pun back
Or maybe you could show me where the hope is at
Maybe you could deliver a little happiness to my world
As you won’t need it could I have your list of naughty girls?
I wrote this joke poem because I had nothing else to write about
Also Santa I know this favour is enormous
But could you please slap the people who had their Christmas lights out
In the middle of august
I don’t think there’s anything that I missed
I was bored so I wrote my joke Christmas list 

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Holiday Gift

The greatest gift I ever got, came with a year that definitely was not.
Health costs and a scam had emptied everyone’s pot.
The tree was bare with nothing to hand out…
And my son had to work thru the Christmas Holliday, we all sought.

We wished him home but he had to work if he was to eat.
And for several years he had not wanted, with us to be.
But this year had taught him we were better than he had perceived.
And he wanted to come home to hold and be hugged, you see.

At the last moment he got the Christmas Day off.
Our gift to him was the price of gas and food on the four-hour trip back.
But his gift to us… you see was the greatest of all…
For he wanted to come home and simply be with us all.

Twenty-four hours minus 8 hours on the trip.
Dinner wasn’t much but it was all we could give.
But no one noticed as everyone talked…
It truly was the greatest holiday present of them all… that we ever got.

Thank you God... your gift to us wasn't lost.

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Christmas, and once again

It all began when I was four, a man of gifts was introduced into my knowledge
O' the joy that I felt, for if I but behaved a list of gifts this man would give me
And so I was on my best only to be disappointed for nothing ever did I see
My family gathered and all of my siblings ran into what the man who brought for them

Year after year I waited, waited with tears of the unknown 
My voice grew into my own personal recorder
I repeated time after time the same lines of regret and broken hope
Yet I held on to the belief that one day the man with a big beard would bring me a gift

All I wanted to was to sit around a tree in christmas time and hold my loved ones
Alone I have spent this holiday after all these years alone I spend it still
Was family not made for me? Was love not meant to wipe my tears
Why am I to my shadow? Am I to dwell until death takes me yet alone

Where is the spirit that touches the soul of christmas
Am I too alone that my christmas has gone away from me too
This eve again I shall weep in the memory that haunts my heart
Farewell world, let me sob that tomorrow christmas too shall be at my minds depth

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Searching for the Spirit of Christmas

They searched for it in a Christmas tree, Christmas sock,
chimney, between the Christmas cards, but couldn’t find it…..

They went out and split the Snow Man 
into two, but it wasn’t there;
“It has a funny way of playing hide and seek in such a serious day for celebration,” they quipped in their thoughts.

Little did they know that the Christmas Spirit was sitting
in their hearts, waiting to be discovered, and shared
to other seekers.

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Dear God

Dear God, If I could have a Christmas wish It would be of a selfless gift. A wish full of love, hope and faith. That one day my dad is saved. His lungs are shutting down by the day And his liver is toast you see. His skin is a yellowish color And he has lost a lot of weight. I understand he did this to himself, But please lord I need your help. Surrounded by candles on this night He is too weak to continue to fight. I can see the pain in his eyes. The look of hopelessness he is trying to hide. Please lord do you hear my cry? For my dad to survive, If I could have a Christmas wish It would be for my dad to live.

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Discarded Christmas Card

Robin red breast in the snow
On a faded worn out picture
Memories of a Christmas long ago
When I with my new set of paints
Was destined to paint myself to fame
Another stick figure family portrait
Or maybe this time a train. 

Who were you when only six
Daddy's little daughter
Climbing into his lap for warmth
Were you conscious then that after
Sometime later in your life
You would hold my head against your breast
To share your loving heart. 

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Christmas joy

The stage is set
Lights cameras action.
The first person to arise
Starts the show
Once the light switch is touched
The home comes to life.
Tree is aglow, 
Can see table  is set.
Oven has been cooking away
Turkey cooking to perfection
Presents jumping up and  down
Saying me me open me
Ooh and aahhs exchanged
Smiles on faces
Thanks to god silently said
The joy of christmas overwhelms all
The day that laughter and hope 
Comes to call .......Merry Christmas 

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Christmas Tree

What is a Christmas Tree?

God's triangular shape,
A tall beautiful tree of green,
Branches layered and deep,
Twinkling lights coloured or white,
A star or angel on the tree top,
Decorations of Santas, angels and bells,
Icicles extending over the branches,
Santa Claus's magic every year,
A beautiful Christmas manager,
The Christmas Tree is complete,
God's blessing to mankind.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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twis the night santa got busted

Twis  the night before Christmas and all through the house not a person was up not even a dog.
The sox's were hung on the door with tape just waiting for Old st.Nick.
Mom in her night gown and me in my long johns. 
Settle in for a night of nics.
When all of a sudden we heard what was police cars.
As we watched on the tv with surprise. 
The reporter said that Santa got busted for breaking and entering.
As the police cars drove out of sight. 
We heard him say, Merry Christmas to all and call my lawyer.

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Very wonderful winter season, pretty lights and decorations everywhere you go.

A time to spend with the ones you love, to create great memories.

Giving presents to those you love, and receiving presents from those who love you.

Beautiful decorated Christmas cookies and desserts that look good to eat.

Lovely decorated pine trees with many nice ornaments and bright lights.

Remember the birth of our savior Jesus the reason of the Christmas season. 

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Sovereign spirits brings mystical skies
 Calmat labyrinth gifts from mother earth
 Unrealizable equations of angels quest
 Monarchs of each canyon in the soul
Thrilling plight enduring symbols offerings
 Exploring as the master of the sky
 Presence of a testament of inspirations
 Apparitions often shall reappear, Brighter blessings
Chasm comes alive,suddenly awakens lifecycle
 Mortals truths brings each heavens realm
 A parallels of time reflects the veil
 Precision of each souls clock

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The Christmas Wish List

The Christmas wish list.
In school, the other day.
We had to make a Christmas wish list for Santa
I wished for a doll for my sister 
I wished for a rattle for my baby brother
I wished for a better job for my daddy.
I wished for my mom to stop her crying 
I wished that all the soldiers would come home.
I wished for the country to be safe for us.
I wished for the president to love our country and not to rip it apart.
So this is my wish list I gave to my teacher.
And with a tear in her eyes she asked me what I wanted Santa to bring me.
I said with a smile on my face I just want him to answer my wish for all.

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That's it for me!
Had Turkey for me tea,
had Turkey for dinner...
not getting any thinner.
Turkey for brunch
and Turkey for lunch.
Turkey sarnies by the load,
feels like I might explode!
Last of all a Turkey curry,
no more Turkeys in a hurry!! 

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Slowly Drifting a Thousand Times

I am slowly drifting
To a place
Where I've been
A thousand times before
Everytime i stay
It seems
A new experience
Void of familiarity
Remembrance of what is real or not
Erased from memory
It's neither happiness nor excitement
But more like sadness, hopelessness
It is where myself lies down
Maybe for comfort
When nothing or no one seems to offer much

I am slowly drifting
To a place 
Where I've been
A thousand times before
I try to shake myself 
From numbness or over sensitivity
And bring familiarity back
To my memory
But, familiarity only meets
The hopeless feeling
In the midst of sadness 
is the bridge
That I blindly cross
To slowly drift back to the place
Where I've been
A thousand times before.

I am neither the person
Of the present
Nor of the future
Living I am in the bubble
Of the past maybe
But, my slowly drifting
To a place a thousand times
Has shown me many glimpses
Of what the present
Or the future suggests
Wondrous are those glimpses
If I could just own them
And make myself real
I wouldn't care less or cry as much
But, surely as times change
When Christmas turns into Summer
When June roses become December blooms
I would slowly drift
The thousandth time
Aided only
   by the familiarity
       and wonder
           of the beating 
                of my own 


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Child of Heaven

You gaze at me with 
Child’s eyes, yet I wonder
At all you have seen
Before you came here.
I sing you to sleep
But I know it’s nothing
Like the music you knew.
The meager bread and milk
Does not compare to
The glorious feasts you
Must have had before.
Nothing have I to
Offer that was not yours;
And when you wrap your
Hand around my finger,
I’m overwhelmed with humility.

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Poor Christmas

One dollar and eighty-seven cents, that was all
And sixty cents of it was in pennies 
Pennies saved one and two at a time 
By bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher 
Until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony 
One dollar and eighty- seven cents 
And the next day would be Christmas

Christmas would be different
From the previous years
My dear baby Suzy would not get that new toy
That baby doll she thought looked so much like herself
My boy Tommy would not get the new train set
That we would set up around the Christmas tree
That the cat would try to catch with his paw
My lovely Julia would not get that diamond ring
She's been hoping for
The best I can do this Christmas 
Is prepare a feast of bread and soup
With my one dollar and eighty-seven cents

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Merry Christmas World

A time of joy 
a time of piece
is not the only side
of this multifaceted world
turn the mirror
to see the pain
the tears, the fears
the lonelyness and depression
the sickness the dakness
light and dark
two warring sides
on one earth
what is dark and what is light?
hunger, war, DEATH
love, joy LIFE
the mirror relfects the light
leaving the darkness behind
 see what you want to see
not what is needed
needed to be known
the mirror moves back
to the side of the light
leaving the dark behind
say merry christmas world
maybe someday the time will come
when the mirror
doesn't need to hide the darkness
when it will reflect the light into the dark
and warm every corner of the world
our diamond in the rough
that will be polished one day
to become a glorious sun
obliterating darkness 
leaving only light
a day when we can say
and mean it
Merry Christmas World

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Holiday Dangers

Holiday Dangers
                    by Odin Roark

‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”

Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .

But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.

Hope hangs on…

The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.

How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.

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winter rhyme 2013

where the dreams of children
when they were your dreams
not in the pain
but in dancing
in the rain
naked and unashamed
winter rhyme
sweet water cold as ice
if you love once
can you love twice
mirror mirror
tell one true
so much beauty
is old ever new
falling upon your eyes
peace on earth
where the dreams of children

                     - jude

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The Gift

Let us not forget what Christmas is all about,its more than christmas presents and rushing all about,.To easily it is forgotten the price our Lord did pay so that you and I once more could be with him  someday,so do not let the sun go down without giving him his due cause on this Christmas day God has sent a gift for you.

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Cry of a Warrior

Cry of a Warrior The beast stood on the outside Angry he could not get inside Sent to relieve her of her destiny For rescuing souls from his revelry Her body was frail and weak Upon her bones he did seek Lord I am too weak to fight However, in you I put my light Arch Angels entered the room Sent to protect by the groom One went to fight the beast The other raised her up to feast Letting go and letting God Freed the bonds sending His rod One mighty thrust of his light Dismembered the beast into the night This is the presage sent to demand Release my children! Is my command Leave their souls whole and untainted This night in my blood, you are painted As it is written So shall it be! Carole Cookie Arnold

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grease monkey supplicant

the lackluster heart
is a careless companion
his tarnished love is a thin man with hungry eyes
loved only by her mad mad mind
with a clean beauty to her that shines
the sour bread is bitter wine
his own madness stifled his tongue
painting its masterpiece of literary eloquence in utter silence
a neon glitter mona lisa written for the ages
like a grease monkey supplicant for the siege engine that is his heart
the lackluster heart tinkers with his noble endeavour soul
seeking that sweet music perfection you see in all the magazines
hand in hand with the dream come true girl and her saltwater jewels
she is dragging sacks of christmas cheer  
decorating the avenue with beautiful things
its that time of year
the lackluster heart is uninspired
but he's handsome and thats all that matters to her

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Joys from Heavens

The time of year when the joys 
Rain down form Heavens
When the families get together, 
When the children look up in  hope
Santa’s fill surprise in the socks at night
When the snowman appears in gardens
There comes a the giggles and chants
Colored balls in trees and stars shining
Exchanges of greetings nights of prayers
We gather to celebrate the coming of Joy
Night to celebrate the Holy Jesus
Night to celebrate new Life, for its
The time of year when joys 
Rain down from Heaven…

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One Christmas Wish

I love you
Yes, I do
You are my one Christmas Wish

Please don't ever
Leave me in this world
For anyone else

Everything I could ever
Ask for for
On my Christmas wish
Is you

I love you
Yes, I do
You are my one Christmas Wish

Love, love, love
You, you, you
On Christmas Day

Even though I should't
I love you to the moon and back
I just wish 
You could see me this way

I wish I had the guts 
To tell you this
But I don't and I never will

This is just a little school girl crush
Yet, you are my one Christmas wish

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Christmas Spirit

A season of giving,
frienship and love,
that can only come from the 
heavens above.
A starting murmur of the heart.
a rushing throb of excitement,
as children wait for the jolley ole
man with the long white beard and 
wears the big red suit with the big black belt
and boots.
he carries a big red sack upon his back and delivers toys,
to only good girls and boys.
the clap, clap, clap of hooves could be heard upon the roof,
as Santa comes down the chimmy flue. 
Sugar plums dance in a row while the sand man sprinkles his 
magical sand on children so they are fast asleep and don't make a peep.
When all said and done the christmas sun is peeking over the horizon,
and children bounce their parents out of bed. 
to see what Santa has left them,
A toy for Holly, Jack, and Jem.
A parents who stare into each other eyes,
with a look of adoration and love.

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A Christmas Rose

I bring you a rose,

Dancing in the snow,

As it did one Christmas

Morning long ago.

It sprang through the ice,

The legend goes on to say,

As sweet as the baby, it arrived,

Early on Christmas day.

Not only for the Christmas season,

Do I wish you joy, peace and love,

Not ony for this season,

Do I wish you good cheer,

And gentle white doves.

May each day fill your heart with

Voices of heavenly choirs,

May each day fulfill your dreams and

Your fondest desires.

May peace fill your days and nights,

The whole year through,

These, my friend, are my wishes

For you

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Christmas Cheer

Christmas Cheer (Ricks 10-36) It’s Christmastime Ornaments placed The church bells chime Shepherds kneeling in awe Jesus sleeping in the mangers straw Where three Wiseman came to see This child of Galilee That night of love Welcome king Angels sing Candles glow Goodies baking Hearts and faces aglow Trimmed tree and mistletoe Children having fun in the snow Christmas brings such joy and cheer Santa was already here Gifts beneath the tree Joyful night Starlit bright Merry Christmas to one and all! “Ricks 10-36” 10.17.2011 by Erich J.Goller 10 lines--36 words--2/2/4/4/6/6/4/4/2/2 Rhyming lines 1/3-4/5-6/7-9/10-- Any subject--no stanza limit--

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There is hope in wishes;
Blessings in hoping,
true value in being a blessing,
secured with each prayer,
answers waiting for every tear.
merry humility shown with a smile,
holiday greetings for every child.
days of celebrating,
good news of untold sharing.
gift of each other's presence,
worthy presents to be presented to each other.
with a warm glow deep inside;
tears of joy every time you are happy,
new Christmas meaning no one can hide from.
merry jingle under the mistletoe,
for every tingle that you should know.
sentimental feeling when you hear,
rocking bells around the Christmas tree.
never ending carolings just for you,
gifts and stuffings opened just by you.
watching hearts melt as snow does, too.
Just for you............

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I have long since lost Hope,
because my paths are so endlessly long and aimless,
as if sculpted out of my restless spirit
in the long nights of reverie.
You know, Lord... I used to have my Hope.
It was so nice to stand next to the Christmas tree
with my mother,
and look at its proud top,
where our silver star shone,
my favorite Hope. 
To me, a child who never decorated his own tree,
it was the biggest Christmas tree in the world,
and the brightest star beyond the heavenly dome.
Each night before Christmas we would return to the same place
with the same desire and faith,
until our terrible companions, the long, cold nights
have invoked death
and stolen my mother.
I am motionlessly standing and staring into this dark, cold night,
like an avenger yearning for revenge,
and a thin woman in rags is passing me by,
whispering warm words into a child's frozen ear.
The child is looking up with the same gaze
like I did when my mother used to show me the silver star,
whispering into my frozen ear
that someday I shall touch that silver star too,
silvering all the orphanages of this dark world.
Her warm words are still crossing my mind:
„Son, always stand on your toes and look up...
and you shall touch your star!“
My eyes have long since stopped sparkling
and they don't look up.
They used to be the big, bright eyes of a child,
that shone in the dark,
like two young embers that were just set afire,
but now... oh, now my eyes are but burnt out embers
in the squeezing fist of the cold world.

You know, Lord, how much I wanted to stand on my toes
and look up,
but life always threw me back to my knees.
I admit that I haven't been standing on my toes for a long time,
but I am not kneeling, either,
I am only looking down
into the dark reflections of people's characters,
and my Hope is once again so far away,
as if it's afraid of my faithful squire,
which is standing at the bottom of the silky net,
not like a flym
but like a master of many a fly big and small,
because Death has that justified purpose
to come for its flies regardless of their size.
I am not looking at death like a fugitive,
but a penitent man,
who wants just another chance.
How strange it is, Lord,
that even a man abandoned by Hope wants his chance.
Yes, Lord, I admit
that I would like to stand on my toes once more,
below the biggest Christmas tree in the world,
and touch our silver star.
 ©Walter William Safar


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So This Is Christmas

Christmas, 1997. Little two year old me
At Grandma's smelly house, making sugar cookies,
When the doorbell rang, long and loud.
Who could it be?
Its Santa! Big and round,
With a fake beard and soft new red suit.
The Man, the Myth, the Legend.
This 'jolly' man handed me a box,
wrapped in shiny green paper with angels on it.
But I was more focused on this stranger...
A holiday story I have never fully believed,
And he was standing right in front of me!
Why didn't he come through the fireplace just downstairs?
Why didn't I hear the click of reindeer on the shingles above?
But little dumbstruck me couldn't squeeze out a single word.
Too late! He was gone, 
Leaving me with my questions and a box full of art supplies.

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Such sweet
Your smile
I feel home
If I could glide smoothly, quietly along
Your smile
I am comforted
your smile is music in the air
The Christmas carol
In the warmth of the hearth
In the winter season
Your smile is like diamonds
Shining. Your eyes are of the softest velvet.
I feel elated. What an entrancing beauty.
It's truly Christmas.
Your hair is glistening 
like the soft glow of the morning sunshine
against the bed of snow.
A haven. An angelic vision.
Frozen icicles feel tingly as your smile twinkles 
Against the backdrop of celebrations
Your smile can ease away the pain of long years.
If I could take your magic along with me
My life could change for sure.
But your smile is a fading memory now.
I fear of losing the grandest feeling 
Knowing that your smile is occasional.
Inconstant, like the summer birds on tree branches
Singing yesterday. But gone to some warmer place now.
It's snowing outside. Nothing feels warm. 
Twinkling of Christmas lights around the village
Somehow try to keep the place warm and picturesque.
Deep in the heart
My memory tries to still remember
Your smile
Wishing it would bring me home 
for Christmas soon enough
Before it gets late
To say, "Merry Christmas!"

(Note : Confession makes me say this free verse is not so well polished, as if it's done in haste. But, i hope i somehow captured some delicate emotions in it. Could be more meaningful to the poet herself than to anyone else. Recently, I found myself watching and listening to a world-renown choir on a satellite broadcast, and the camera happened to focus on a simply beautiful sweet smiling face. I thought I felt that it was the inspiration I was waiting for to write my Christmas poetry. And so, I took myself aside amidst the hustle and bustle and began to write. Have a joy-filled Christmas to everyone!)

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Christmas Lie

Before Christmas,
     His words flew like shoppers on a three-day-sale.
     Growing flowers on my mind, 
     He said he will give me a card,
     A red rose for his flaming love,
     And a Christmas date for the both of us.

On Christmas,
     His words came like presents wrapped with glitters,
     Too shiny for a mere man to make.
     As its cover was torn, 
     The inside struck like a sharp blade.
     My heart bleed when I saw the empty space.

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Childhood Holiday

Now nearing the end of November
Thanksgiving is nearly hear
And I always begin to get anxious
Of that celebration in late December
A winter solstice coined Christmas
A spirit of charity time of year

I remember being young
Odes and Carol’s and Christianity
With family stockings and ornaments hung
Upon a majestic Pine-needle tree
With a bur-ump-ump bom bom
That God’s grace and generosity
Gives spirit to soul’s unsung
And Santa always magical and believed.

I recall with needles and thread
Stringing cranberries and popcorn into long strands.
Hanging in a spiral draping, on a tree almost dead.

My mother and I took great pride
Decorating our manger scene
Animals to arrange, and hide
To the baby Jesus nativity
Three wise men
Shepard’s and sheep, oxen, even a giraffe,
Our manger was a masterpiece.

Now nature must do her part
To decorate the landscape
And through the window, a Christmas snow now starts.
Giant white flakes begin there descent

Each so unique, so big, so many
Accumulates.  Enough for snow angels in a few,
And in the morning a snow man made for us to groom.
But now through my window, the street lights I view
All the thousands of millions snowflakes
And the bright light they pass through.
Beautiful, full of splendiferous spirit I appreciate.
A white Christmas, for me and my mother, to celebrate

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Fat Santa Equals Happy Santa

3:00 a.m. who can this be?
I walk down the corrider
and my eyes are drawn to the chimney

3:02 a.m. and what do I see?
American obesity covered in red
What a wonderful present, santa dead

3:03 a.m. how did we let this happen?
By injecting cookie dough syringes in milk
I wonder does Rudolph and the other eight keep laughing

3:04 a.m. you fat bastard where is my nitebrite?
Oh! apparently in your stomach
And it's 22 years past that fateful night

That at 3:05 a.m. my Christmas dreams collapsed
You we're too busy snacking on my gifts
To feel my little girl taps

So at 3:06 a.m. I gave it up
Brought out some more cookies, you  fat bastard!
And of course I'll refill your milk jug

3;07 a.m. I waved goodbye and said a prayer
Hoping that if there's a God up there
You won't get stuck in the air

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Oh! and here goes some extra ho-ho's for the road


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The Daystar

The Daystar shines...

Gold for a King
Frankensence for a Priest
Myrrh for a Saviour.

The clouds gather...

Crown of thorns for a King
A seamless purple robe for a Priest
Sour vinegar on a stick for a suffering Saviour.


A throne for the King
Human temples for the Priest
Resurrection power for the Saviour

The Daystar shines in hearts...forever !.

Matthew 2:1 “Where is He who has been born King of the Jews? For we have seen His star in the East and have come to worship Him.”

2 Peter 19-20 We couldn’t be more sure of what we saw and heard—God’s glory, God’s voice. The prophetic Word was confirmed to us. You’ll do well to keep focusing on it. It’s the one light you have in a dark time as you wait for daybreak and the rising of the Morning Star (Daystar - KJV) in your hearts....

Merry Christmas & Happy Easter

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Listening to obscure music on a cloudy, Sunday afternoon... 
Christmas is all but upon us, and the new year ominously looms... 
Will next year be better than this one, or will the bottom just fall out? 
Trying to see my glass half full, but the empty half I doubt... 
Despite the typical problems with this desperate time of year... 
I still wish you a merry Christmas, even if my voice is hard to hear... 

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christmas wish

Our friendship started when I could barely speak. We have been through hell and back again. You gave me everything I needed to live. You gave me love when no one else did. You picked me up when I stumbled and fell. You were there to catch my tears when I'd cry You were there to hug me tight. The time has come to pay you back. I am here to take care of you dad. I guess all the drinks have caught up with you now. Your lungs are shutting down, Your liver is toast, You are suffering and I feel at a loss to help. I hate seeing you so weak and frail. If I had a wish to make It would be for no material thing. nor would it be anything for me. My Christmas wish is for you to live. For you to get your liver transplant. Your days are numbered and you are getting worse. Just know that I am praying hard for you. I am looking for a miracle this Christmas day And hopefully god hears my prayers.

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Lets Share The Gift of Christmas (Repost)

(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love)

The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree--
I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true,
In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above
I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, 
I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need

Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises
Saintly men and women, as even the angels do…
Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too --
While praying and joyfully praising GOD
As He allows us to freely do ~

The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you
May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~
Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day  
For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~
Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…

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Date With Destiny

3:00 A. M. December 24th,
Nineteen Sixty-three,
labor began, too early.
Hubby, three children 
sleeping, what to do?

Inspiration:  Celebrate now,
the kids won't know the difference
and you won't miss the excitement
on their faces, the shining eyes,
the laughter, the hugs.

Daddy arises on request, 
assembles toys and tricycles,
one day early.

Three hours later,
deposit kids with Grandma,
fast trip to the hospital.

Red roses from Papa
and healthy baby boy
bring tears of joy.

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Christmas Without You

The nights are long and cold, the sun is hardly around,
Christmas time as approached, with no snow on the ground,
Trees and lights are twinkling, stockings are hung.
The Christmas spirit is all around, as Christmas songs are being sung.
This year Christmas is not the same, just a yearly memory,
The house is not a home anymore, you are not here with me.
There will be sadness; there will be tears, when we wake Christmas Day.
As we sit around the Christmas tree, emotions will get sad,
Gifts for them, gifts for me, but none of them will say DAD.
All i want for Christmas is to see your smiling face,
I know it can't happen because your in a better place.
Please...DAD ring the bell for me Christmas Day.
So I will know you got your wings and that your ok.
I don't look forward to Christmas, but i know i have something to live for.
I hope there is a Christmas in heaven, because it's not the same here without 
you sat in your chair smiling.

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Christmas Night in Dublin

A bright star shines
To the exalted constellations
May I present this debutant?
A poor man sleeping
Wrapped in golden tinfoil
In a doorway
It’s so cold tonight, outside at least
Beneath the splendid sky

I wonder is he dreaming
While I walk by

©dbyrne dec 25th 2013

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Gloria in Profundis

I sensed it in the rock
compressed a thousand feet below.
I saw it in the cardboard box
where some humanity must breathe
the stench of garbage that was once inside.
I heard it flung across the aisle in antiphon
to angel choirs who tend to chant
rom pannacles I cannot touch.

It sang in winds that moan
around the corners of the bar
where dead men go
to stare at life again,
or hope to...
glowed in execution chambers
as the light dimmed one last time.
It showed in the exuberance
of little men in trees--
then within the fires of Hiroshima
when they took away the sun.

I think resplendance is not privy to the heavenly hosts
who woke the shepherds one dark night.
I'm told it bursts out unannounced
among the handicapped, the hopeless,
and the one who understands their plight.
Perhaps I too, shall see it close at hand,
for there in Bethlehem's stark cave
is all the glory I can stand.
This poem perhaps should be submitted at Christmas time,
but I share it now as a milestone in the evolution of my
spiritual thought.  I wrote it some time ago.  Certainly,
I have since left the large portion of my religious faith behind,
but it marks a takeoff point in my constant quest for truth.
While its literal references are a thing of the past for me.
the luster of the experience is not.

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The Day that started

I wrote about the love thats in your eyes,
The love I hold for you in each smile
And then, I feel the sting of your hand,
And the cut of your words,
That slices me like a knife through paper,
A serated blade. 
And for what,
Because I had to go in early,
Because I lost your e-cigerette, 
Though you've lost mine six billion times,
Which is why I no longer have it. 
Because I wasnt fast enough to give you your smokes.
Just so you can ruin Christmas for me,
Like you ruined my Birthday,
Like my mother ruined my life.
Oh how you would love to know,
That Ive just compared you to the one woman you hate,
You utterly despise,
You loath.
And yet you treat me the exact way she did,
With bitter words,
And a hand that hits,
And no regard for the tears I cry. 
And to think,
This started off as a good morning,
With hugs and kisses,
snuggles in bed, 
Five more minutes,
We were both sleepyheads,
You said Merry Christmas eve,
And I said it first, 
It started as a good day,
For all it was worth. 

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Newsflash: There will be not any Christmas this year.
Santa's elves are on strike for better pay and no Obamacare.
The FAA has grounded Rudoph. So Santa has to use Twikle toes for more light.
Santa's doctor told Santa to lay off the cookies because he won't get off the ground.
The other reindeer wants more feed because they don't like carrots.
So no Christmas this Year Boys and Girls.

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A Coming Together

A Coming Together
Of Family and Friends
These times of years
When friends
Stop and call
It's Christmas after all
Christmas Lights
Adorn the tree
As all the presents we see
People open their hearts with joy
On this Christmas Day

Best wishes are given
As with toys the little children play
We seek to know
All of the reasons
Of this Christmas Season

And though the reason why
The new baby Jesus
This Christ child was born
On the First Christmas Morn

Copyright 2010 - Betty L. Hobbs

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After Christmas

After Christmas 
After Christmas where does Rudolph go?
Does he get to go to the mall to buy hay for his stall?
Does he go to the reindeer games to take part in the snow?
Does he take a vacation to the south pole? 
Does he go to the doctor to get his nose shiny to glow?
Where does Rudloph  go I would just like to know?
Does he stay in bed and dream?
In those foggy nights.
No, I hear Santa loans Rudolph to the Easter Bunny.

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Cider Doughnut Mountain Man

Mommy, Mommy it's the cider doughnut mountain man
From when we went trick or treating , Remember?
The Lincoln Log cabin in the woods way up on the mountain
Hot cider with a cinnamon stick Chocolate glazed doughnuts
Can we go there for Christmas? Please

Jimmy, shush! Your embarrassing Mommy He'll hear You
We're going to Grandpa and Grandma's for Christmas
As I turned around ; a little hand waved to me , in glee
The Christmas Spirit sparkling in his eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Jimmy , Merry Christmas 

Dedicated to Jimmy Cahill ( 8 years old )
Author's note Mountain man is not size it is where I live

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Jesus - King of the world

Great is our Lord
Who is our gift
He came to the world to save us
He righted what was once wrong
He invites us in His goodness
He graces us with His presence
He will great things for our good
We know good from evil
Because of Him
We know right from wrong
Because He graciously shows us
We know insights and wisdom
Because He shares upon us
Great is our Lord
Who came to the world one day
And forever we are indebted to Him
We feverously grace His love 
To one and to all 
We honor His keeping
We graciously welcome His presence
We come to know Him
With grace and contrite heart
With our opened yieldedness
With our love and affection
With arrayed wildness
He tames us
He loves us
He offers us a great governing
He graces us with deeds
He inhabits in us
And makes His gracious presence known
He is good – so good
We can be 
We can have
We can find
We can give
We can go
We can do
We can all win
Because of Him
Jesus - 
King of the world

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My Christmas Miracle

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

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Christmas holiday

All the children staying up late to see if they can catch a glimpse at the big guy in the red but
they slowly start to drift asleep as if the big guy was using sleeping dust on them.

Then when all is quiet he creeps down the chimney if he is not to plump yet from all the cookies
so far on his trip.

After he lays the presents under the tree he makes a break for it before anyone can see him.

Before you know it he is on the roof in his sleight giving a ho ho ho shout and disappears into
the endless snowy night 

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Christmas Snow

Christmas snow
The lights on the pine tree look so pretty.
The night air was cold as the wind blows.
A snow flake fell from the sky then we want to know why.
The ground is being dealt with in white as those Christmas lights shine so bright.
The roof tops are covered and the smoke really start to rise. 
The pine tree is now covered in christmas snow 
As the lights shine through the white.
Each flake difference in size and shape as they fell on the trees.
It's Christmas time and with Christmas snow it filles the air with Christmas joy.
So please let it snow,let it snow, with Christmas snow.

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Giving Back

Logging with friends. 
Longing to receive a wood gift card. 
We cut trees, 
We make rafts, 
We ride them. 
We find we have much to say 
And with wood, a house to stay. 
We gather round a campfire 
Sitting on wood stumps 
With our jolly ol' boys, belly bumps. 
We share a merry Christmas. 
We smell pine tree incense. 
We open our presents in the out back. 
To nature we give back 
The seeds that keep on giving 
That spreads with a animal track.

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just another day, but merry christmas

In the future but always have my past present
You’re comparing new gifts to past presents
Thinking to when my family were last present
Never spent 1 Christmas with my family during my childhood
Was in foster care surrounded by strangers
I apologise I don’t look at Christmas with love
And feel so much pain and anger
How can you blame me because I don’t think like you?
I’m teetotal won’t have a drink with you
I don’t come from the same loving family background
Don’t even know where my family are at now
Dad dead, mom alcoholic, sis and bro addicted to heroin
It may sound like I don’t care for them
But they ignore me 364 days of the year
Don’t want a 5 min call on the 25th pretending they care
Asking me why I never go there
Begging me for money to feed their habits
I’ll watch only fools and horses and ignore the madness
You’re all hoping there’s cash inside a card
Will the thoughts of happiness last inside your heart?
Will you call these people will they be in your thoughts?
Or is your happiness for a few hours being brought?
Until you get a present you like more
And you no longer cared about the one you liked before
The stupid part is people putting decorations up in august
I’m dating a girl who’s gorgeous
I’ll buy her everything she needs
I want her to have a good time
But baby don’t buy me gifts please
I’ll take care of your wishes if you take care of mine
It’s not my time of the year I feel no different
It’s just another day to me but merry Christmas 

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From “Daily Given and Other Poems”

Come forth, dear friend
Squeeze my hand and kiss my face
Even under the shadows of a pencil away
But you should not forget
You and I are human in our right moment to die

Not day I hope
Not in this particular month and not the next month either I should say
Alas! This is my bridge and I’ll wait for you to cross it together
Bring your body to me: Embracing and laughing and capping 
What I left for you, and much more.
We should live one, two, or three hundred years
It can be for anyone who would like to sing which it allows you and me to understand.

Speak up like cuckoo’s soul or pulling in front of you the intimate uncertainty
Because you would see eventually we are going to find
That trail that today appears confuse.
No matter what day will make an end
No matter what hour rendering may seem thrust that for others
Sometimes like this, in exact order, find blindness or butterflies.

If you fall believe it or not
I would make for you and the others as a soldier
Pinching wet ground and crushing the living creatures out of my way
But I would carry you and with a best-known smile I would indeed reach 
The other end that appears identical from the beginning.

Now I wish you Merry Christmas from this humbly and lonely man
The undone four-letters with which my mind usually I skip
Which by voice-over in a period of utmost solicitude
I should deliver it to you. 

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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas to my dearest friends,
 Living on different and beautiful Lands!
 Merry Christmas to all – big and small!
 Merry Christmas to you and you, and you!
 To all those who say more often “hello” than “adieu”.
 Merry Christmas to all… rich and poor
 To those who are always know and sure
 That tomorrow will certainly come,
 That our world is blithesome and awesome.
 Merry Christmas to the whole Earth!
 To all those who accept Christ’s birth.
 Merry Christmas my dearest!
 I would love everyone to be the nearest,
 To know only love and no hate,
 As the white snow to be the purest,
 To believe in magic at any rate.
 Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
 Don’t miss this pure bliss!
 Our world is full of magic.
 Don’t make it sad and tragic!
 Someone will pray, another one will say:
 Cheers! I do not regret of the past years!
 Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!
 Merry Christmas!

 ©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
 The 24th of December, 2012

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Christmas Under the Sky

I watch the teary, misty rain
as the torrents of wind
move against the grey blackness
Stroking my pet cat
with her indistinct, blurry
message that's always tuned into
the joyful, sounding music of the universe

My heart yearning for a better love life
I think about the loves gone by
Memories of all I loved coming back to me
The undying love for my mother
sick and frightened
I exchange the calming, nurturing lilies
in her garden

Golden rhythms bring me peace within
the softness of the morning hours brings
an intense love and spirit of the giving season
hopefully more of kindness and unconditional
love than of material burdens and manipulations
I feel happiness suddenly - seeing the
blues in the greys that turn angelic white
understanding the message of life

Soothing and unexpected excitements
dreams of success in all the
fragments of being bringing together
the whole, inspired miracle
the magic and enchantment
Letting go of the stress
and going with the flowing light and love
bringing peace to calamity
of my soul and restoring it to
everything beautiful

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(dedicated to all my friends at PS. Merry Christmas to everyone!) 

Angels’ trumpeting  
Humanity’s rupture 
Salvation’s hope

Into our soul’s crib
The divine light is defused 
Indifference’s darkness 
Truth shines bright
Love reigns on earth. 

Christ is born
GOD our LORD still believes
In Us!

© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 December 2012 

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A Sweet Little Visit

Lately for Christmas I unplug my little Christmas tree 
and then I enjoy hitting the hay while trying to conserve 
my heating bill by not cranking the temperature up all the way.
I even try to leave it off if I may.
I pile the covers way up high and have a last thought before 
Santa's elves take me away to that North Pole location 
behind my closed eyes.
In my peaceful and joyful bliss MR and MRS Claus invite me in.
There's a warm fire to greet my line of vision and nice soft sofas 
to sit down and relax in, in order to enjoy more fully 
the sweet little visit.
MRS Claus a gracious host is she as she offers me my choice of hot 
chocolate or a nice cup of hot tea, of course I choose the sweeter 
of the two, along with nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, just 
baked fresh out of the antiquated yet fully functional oven.
The conversation is bright and lively as Santa walks in wearing 
his red pajamas underneath a very rich looking robe... red with 
a white satin sash.
Holding a lit pipe he takes a puff to warm his cold nose.
There was a large, real Christmas tree over in the corner of the 
living room, decorated with strands of real gold and longer strands 
of silver tinsel strewn randomly through out the large branches.
After our more than pleasant visit was over I turn to leave the Claus' 
very large home and saw the elves leading the reindeer to their very 
large stables to retire for the night.
Then my dreams started to turn to other things, but not before 
I heard Santa say to all a Merry Christmas and to all a good night!

by S.E. Clark

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The little pine tree

The little pine tree
The little pine tree in our front lawn.Is covered in snow this mid Nov.
Dear old dad is outside trying his best to clear the snow from the tiny tree.
Getting ready to string the lights for this Christmas season.
Red, green, yellow and blue all shinning through the snow.
As Dad would work his way from the bottom to the top.
Where He would place a star so bright. For this Christmas night.
White the snow on the lights it make the little pine tree so big in color.
That is my little pine tree in our front lawn.

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On That First Christmas

On that first Christmas morn
When the Christ child was born
We celebrate his birth
And worship and praise
And thank god for sending his son to save

On that first Christmas
The beautiful star shined
In the early morn
The day Christ was born
What a beautiful morn
What a wonderful day
The day Christ came

On that first Christmas morn
When the Christ child was born
Oh Holy Night
A vision of delight
A lonely star did shine
To make that Holy Night bright

Copyright 2010 - Betty L. Hobbs

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a white christmas eve morning

It's a white Christmas eve morn  
I'm up before the sun 
scurrying around getting 
things done 
this time of year is what i wait for 
still presents to be wrapped 
not to worried about any football score 
last late Christmas cards to stamp 
you work half a day today 
so when you get home I'll be waiting 
the home will be cleaned and ready for our 
family to arrive 
this mornin i feel alive 
Christmas eve is here 
to our church for a service 
and the reminder of the true meaning 
for the season 
the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ 
a child humbled to bear the sin of history 
wow an amazing white Christmas eve 
my time of year 

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Hush of a Christmas Past

As a child growing up in the city, it was always hard to see How Santa could somehow manage to get in to our place; Mama told us that Santa was magic and we needed to agree That he could wiggle through any space, and always with such glee, But, if we didn’t believe, Santa would not come and presents he would not leave. That’s why, when I had my own children, I told them the same story; And when we moved to our house, Santa would come down our chimney, as quiet as a mouse; Christmas time was always a thrilling affair; Stockings always hung by the chimney with flair, Cookies and milk for Santa left with extreme care. Christmas morning the kids would awake, eager to see what Santa had left in his wake; faces all aglow and filled with excitement and bliss; Secure in the knowledge that they had been on the good children’s list Santa left presents strewn from chimney to tree, stockings filled to the brink; They opened their presents with not even a blink. Squeals of delight from then until noon, With grins on their faces as bright as the moon. Their joy and excitement was all I require, I quietly watched them as I sat by the fire. My heart filled with love for these Beautiful angels that were my gift from the heavens above.

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That Time

That Time
Yule time is for us. We celebrate it together, as a couple. Chilling out, seeing our mates, time with family. It's not time for our enemies, or vicious exes, or global dictators doing hell. No, it's time for contentment. Not eat all you can and spend on yourself. But do so if you want. It's better to share some love, laugh together, drink as one, party as a group. Of course, it's up to you. But don't do bad things. You know the ones: fighting, murder, robbery, drug dealing, genocide and more. Enjoy your Yule time 2014.

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The Lord's Talents

If I observe the many talents bestowed upon us by the Lord,
I am truly thankful, the power to minister,

The Christmas manager scene, words  become a wise philosophy,
Beautiful sounds at Christmas, carols being sung by the choir.

The piano concert, a companion and friend,
A band plays and the Carolers sing,
Enhancing the seniors and their relatives evening.

A theatre performance in the auditorium,
Acted by the gifted performers, days and nights that enhance our lives.

The artists' brush that creates beautiful Christmas cards and pictures,
Photographers that record special days and provide excellent memories,

The writers of books and magazines, poems and stories,
That our days and nights aren't lonely, curl up and read a book that delights,

Excellent days of skiing and skating, performances on television,
Athletes chosen because of their excellence, enhancing God's kingdom,

Singers communicating with their chosen song,
Blessing their audience with their performance,
The Lord's many talent's personified by humanity.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Christmas Time

OK folks, it's Christmas time!
Take out your stocking
Hang them by the fireplace
Write your notes to Santa
Kiddies get tucked into bed
For it's Christmas time in the mornin'
Knowing that Saint Nick is on his way
Little children want to sneak out of bed
"Unh Unh Unhh, you're supposed to be asleep"
Kids jumping up and down, begging
"Can we please, please, please, please, pleeeeeaaaasse
Stay up to see Santa Claus?"
For if you're not,
Then don't expect Father Christmas to stop by
You and I both know that he will be coming by soon
Up on my rooftop I heard a noise
I jumped out of bed to see what it was
I stopped in front of the chimney
First his shiny black boots, his then his bright red suit
Next his white gloved hands showed their way from under my chimney
Then lastly he popped out his jolly ol' lookin' face
To know that you were nice enough to have Santa Clause in your house
Leaves the giddiest feeling in your stomach.

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The Spirit Tree

A busy tree 
Mystical and free. 
A spiritual land mark to pine shores. 
To place an ornament, 
To place a Santa treat, 
To place dazzling colors. 
A reef to place over white lights 
Of our advent to come. 
The spirit tree, 
Where fairies and fireflies are free 
And the new born Jesus is our glee.

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Christmas Carols

Family and friends
Rushing from store to store
And the beauty of the season
Should last forever more

Season's Greetings on a card
And Santa's bells ring
And the Christmas
Carol's sing

Snowflakes twirl
Through the air
As Christmas trees from
The windows stare

Season's Greetings meet the evening
As the children laugh and play
And soon they'll open their presents
On a Christmas Day

Copyright by Betty Hobbs, November 1996

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Childhood Dreams

Holly...bright lights...smell of christmas pie-
Christmas tree and presents!
I must get to sleep...he will be here soon-
Silver bells, cotton tails cows over the moon.
Wait! That's not Santa..he has a big red sleigh!
Fastest reindeer in town, Rudolph leads the way.

Here come the carolers.."Oh joy to the world"-
Merry Christmas to every one, boy and girl!
I must leave his cookies, by the tree on a plate-
He'll be here soon to see me I simply can't wait!
Silver bells, cotton tails cows over the moon-
I must get to sleep...he will be here soon.!!

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Realization and Growth in Middle Times of Yuletide Seasons

for a while now, i have been kissing the yuletide vibration of your memory
i have been placing a wreath on the diamond door hook of your symbolism 
i have been putting up Christmas lights as a tributary stream of hope for myself
i have been wishing that could just wrap my daydreams as a present and somehow make you magically appear
progression in life has a way of leading to an amazing type of clarity after a slip here and a slide there like defiant snow
a Blessing from God has a way of encouraging the brain to dig deeper in pictorial thought
i admit that certain Christmases i was submissive and subservient to the selfish side of my buried wishbones
now that i am older and a bit more travelled, the philosophies within me are stirring the dusty limbs of my growth like a warm space heater to the flesh
i have come to be thankful moreso for the here and the now while simultaneously embracing the root teachings in memoriam and prayer
nowadays, as i place the flowers on the plates and graves, i thank them and love them for all that they gave....and forget about me for a god lil bit....
Merry Christmas, sweet roots, i hope to continue to grow, learn, and embrace the true meaning of the Treetop Connection even more....
....for the rest of My Time on this earth....

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Light of the World, 2

In a world of anger, muck,
gloom and grief
a light beams.
It follows the rainbow
of long ago
with promise, with hope.

It comes to us
as of old
not to illume the vile
but to introduce
the answer
to every question.

It comes to us
in naivete, in love
the ultimate sacrifice
calling us back
into the light.

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It is the season

It is the season
Buck up that chin and break-out that grin
Remember-not your sins but those that are your friends
A new year is almost here
Forget your dissensions and others' transgressions
The time is to begin-again,
And think-not what could have been


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While dancing under the mistletoe,
His eyes sparkled like those on the trees.
He slowly moved towards me,
Touching his nose on my nose,
Making it easy for him to open his gift
Which tasted like cherry on my tongue.

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Chuckles The Elf

Chuckles the elf
Santa has alot of elves at the North Pole.
But chuckles was his best elf.
Chuckles keep the Merry in Merry Christmas.
He would sing pretty song of joy.
Till one night chuckles had a sad face.
He told the other elves that people didnot believe Christmas and Santa no more.
Told Santa And Santa told him that the joy of Christmas falls on those who believe.
And those that give till they can't anymore.
He told chuckles that to say Merrychristmas to the world and those that believe will
Say it back with joy.

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Chrismas Magic

Is there’s magic in the air,
Can you see it anywhere,
What happened to the real magic, 
What happened to the best gift of all?

There is true Christmas magic,
And there is one good example,
 Though dressed in dirty clothes,
Though homeless and hungry,
They give what they need,
They share what they have.

I’ll tell you what Christmas magic is,
It’s the willingness to share,
 with those  less fortunate than us,
 so sho love and kindness and show real chrismas magic.

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May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 

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I some how have locked myself into a
group of friends who would rather be 
watching Net Flicks and eating one
lonely, baked potato for X-mas dinner, 
than celebrate the Holidays with presents
and cornbread stuffed roast turkey. They 
do finally come around for the turkey after
I insist and then cook it. I don't understand. 
They mope through the holidays barely, sending 
out a Christmas card and forget completely 
about New Years. No anticipation of presents 
or the joy the holiday season brings. The 
ornaments and festive colored lights on a
freshly cut pine, all of no interest to them.
No lights on the rooftops. But, this year 
I insisted on a Christmas Tree. Finally, 
they gave in and said, “Yes, but we could
only buy presents from the dollar store...” 
are they kidding! It's not that they're poor 
either, on the contrary, both are quite well
off. I love my friends dearly but I feel it
may be time to branch out a bit.

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Once upon a Christmas
We were together
A meeting 
A pleasure

Once upon a Christmas
We parted from each other
A parting
A pain

Once upon a Christmas
Two hands held each other
Close to the fire
A pleasure

Once upon a Christmas
Two souls torn from each other
Beyond the cool seas
A pain

Once upon a Christmas
Went for long walks together
In the garden of ecstasy
A pleasure

Once upon a Christmas
Lonely nights away from each other
In a cold house, in a cold bed
A pain

Once upon a Christmas 
We’ll again be together
The pleasure and pain
We’ll share with each other.

  By-Tahera Mannan
Contest- Your Saddest Christmas Ever
Sponsored by- Constance~A Rambling Poet~

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Santa Claus

You are my favorite character,
The kindness and goodness,
You bless us with each year,
Your beautiful suit of red,
Trimmed with white,
The handsome black boots,
The cheers you send us,
Ho Ho, Merry Christmas is my favorite,
I like the way you talk and care,
About parents and children,
The beautiful sleigh and the reindeers,
Visiting us all at Christmas,
The beautiful tall Christmas tree with decorations,
You could be God in disguise,
Thankful blessings.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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The twelve Days

The Twelve Days of my Christmas Wedding

On the first day of Christmas for what it did to me a bride the size of a balsam tree
On the second day of Christmas for what it did to me two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the third day of Christmas for what it did to me three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the fourth day of Christmas for what it did to me four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the fifth day of Christmas for what it did to me five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the sixth day of Christmas for what it did to me six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the seventh day of Christmas for what it did to me seven dead poinsettias,  six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the eighth day of Christmas for what it did to me eight ugly bridesmaids, seven dead poinsettias, six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the ninth day of Christmas for what it did to me nine skanky cousins, eight ugly bridesmaids, seven dead poinsettias, six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the tenth day of Christmas for what it did to me ten boring toasts, nine skanky cousins, eight ugly bridesmaids, seven dead poinsettias, six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the eleventh day of Christmas for what it did to me  eleven prayers to die, ten boring guests, nine skanky cousins, eight ugly bridesmaids, seven dead poinsettias, six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!
On the twelfth day of Christmas for what it did to me  twelve divorce lawyers, eleven prayers to die, ten boring guests, nine skanky cousins, eight ugly bridesmaids, seven dead poinsettias, six shots of gin, five grumpy in laws, four whiny guests, three usher elves, two little brats and a bride the size of a balsam tree!

November 23, 2014

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The Christmas Tree

Tall and beautiful the Christmas tree,
Arrived home with care,
A strong stand anchored the tree,
There was a beautiful angel on the top,
Snowflakes of white,
Different Christmas balls with snow scenes,
Pretty red and green ribbons,
Tiny gold bells that chime,
Wooden decorations chisled carefully,
A royal manger scene,
Favorite Santa and reindeer,
A tall snowman,
Wooden gold stars,
Santas of different shapes and sizes,
A blessing for many days of Christmas,
God's miracle to us all.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Two Special Cards

This year the financial problem haps.
On the holiday season,
I decide to gift only two cards
to my special chaps!

The first sent to big boss 
who set up the company for years,
made devices for patient’s hearts.
Under his commitments:
Legitimate employment! 
Quality competent!
The company fed thousands lives,
the products supplied worldwide.

The second gave to the janitor;
He picked up garbage,
Cleaned up offices, 
the lunch rooms and restrooms.
We met every working day,
he’s one of my workfellow.
The clean environs delighted
people’s eyes and mind:
Propping up the company’s quality.

All of them definitely 
move to the death.  
On their final days,
they can’t even pocket a penny!

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Christmas This Year

Forget to count the presents under the tree
Look beyond the gifts and tinsel
they will be tucked away or forgotten

Forget the gnarly parking lots 
Soon everyone will go home
Failing at finding the perfect gift

Forget to buy that little black dress
that is just 1 size too small
and will only be worn once

Forget to drink at all the parties
and then not remember how you got home
or how you acted in front of your boss

Forget how little money you have this year
and using credit til you exceed your limit
buying high price items till you are broke

Don't forget the homeless that will receive no gifts
no thought of tinsel only hunger

Don't forget the ones that have no cars. They have no worries of full
parking lots  They would just like to have bus fare

Don't forget the ones that don't need or want a little black dress.
 There are no parties for them to attend 
They would prefer a second hand jacket to stay warm

Don't forget the ones who have no money.
 No cash or credit cards to buy the things they need. 
Their only wish is a warm blanket to sleep with on cold winter night

Don't forget the meaning of Christmas. Giving  to others less fortunate
sharing and loving each other.

Don't forget

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Stained Glass Manger Scenes

Stained glass windows with tiny white candles in them

Illuminating the stories embedded and etched from centuries past

It is the season to rejoice and worship the Christ of the manger scene

Come and witness the story as it is painted upon the ancient windows of the churches

Soon these windows will be no more, only a memory of the past

Soon there will be new stories to paint upon the windows of the churches

A story of victory and a story of a future for the children of God

Come sit in front of the tiny delicate candles and visit the artistic windows one last time

Written by Gwendolen Rix

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dear Santa

Dear Santa how are you going to judge who’s been naughty or nice?
I like when she’s naughty it’s nice
I’d ask you to bring me Pixie Lott but would that count as trafficking?
And how would you put her into a packaging?
She couldn’t fit into a stocking, so how about bring her to me in stockings
Or maybe you could find me someone to do all my Christmas shopping
And maybe wrap all of my presents 
You’re too big to fit down a chimney how have you got in?
Dressed in red, black and white
Are you a super sized can of coke?
So you’re going round every house in a day and night
Eating mince pies and saying ho ho ho
I mean my Christmas list isn’t even long
If I be nice could you ban all Christmas songs?
Maybe you could deliver me to Kaley Cuoco
Or give me a word to rhyme with Cuoco
I could think of a few but can’t be bothered thinking
Does it take you a year to recover from all of the drinking?
That’s why you only work one day a year?
Do you feed and look after your Reindeers?
After you’ve been around the world
Please may I have your list of naughty girls?
I only want to go around for a mince pie and coke
Can you jump on top and squash all the people who can’t take a joke?
Do you really think I care if you think I’ve been nice or naughty?
Tell Jennifer Anniston she’s the only woman I’d date who’s in her forties
Dear Santa this is the most serious list you will receive
Happy Christmas people it’s time for me to leave 

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Conversations with the Cat

Two questions to start.

Why do you call yourself, enlightened? And who enlightened you?


What if the Bible were a bit misleading? I mean it is already pretty vague in many areas, notions etc.


This is somewhat related. Everything is somewhat related. We call this God.

Did you know that the lion and the snake both represent Satan, and Jesus?


I ask the opening questions again.



It matters, translation. It affords errors which beget more, errors.


Lion Snake

Lion Snake


Son of Man? Or Son of God?

It matters.

The bronze serpent on a pole.

One must be very careful who one has faith in.


I am not the Messiah.

I think the Bible has been misinterpreted.

Lion Snake matters.

I call God father.

Jesus was a lamb.


Between a Jew and a Christian I am.

One group won't let me in basically and the other I am not sure of this messiah.

I follow God. God is my rock. That is what most Jews do too.

I ain't a Jew though.

I don't really want to be a Jew. I thought I did once. I don't.

Christians, I get them sometimes.

Jesus, he really did die for our sins. I mean he really died.

People are still trying to kill him.

Cat, that is crazy.

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May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 

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Merry Christmas and Happy New year



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Grasshoppers at Christmas

Grasshoppers at Christmas
Hopping to the melodies of the season
Celebrating the newborn King and all the gifts that He brings
Enthusiastically playing their back legs as violin strings
Creating the most elegant symphony
Behold the babe lying in the manger is Christ the King!
To Him is due all the holiday enthusiasm
He holds the keys to my heart
And the keys to heaven and hell
I whisper Merry Christmas to my Lord and Savior as I bow humbly before Him on my knees
No one would truly understand this relationship that I have with my King
Grasshoppers chirping in my heart
Violins playing in the distant night
All of mankind is but a droning noise in the background
I lay my most beautiful gifts at the manger of my King
Grasshoppers chirping merrily!

Written by Gwendolen Rix

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I'm Looking for Christmas

I'm looking for Christmas
a Christmas of long, long ago.
with spruce, lights and tinsel
and sled runners sliding on snow.

I'm looking for Christmas, 
a long ago Christmas 
of popcorn and candy, 
and surrounded by family
singing carols we all know.

I'm looking for Christmas, 
a thrown away Christmas
replaced and discarded 
by those who regarded
Christians as set below
 those who speak Xmas
and those who pray Allah
and those who pray just for show.

Bring angels, and shepherds,
and wise men who search for a king.
Bring me music, bring me Jesus;
bring me believers worshiping,
bring me love, bring me Christmas.
I'm looking for Christmas.

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In Search of Santa

He was told that Santa
lives in north pole, 
with his elves assistants;
making gifts for children
around the world.

He was told that Santa
flies from house to house
with the help of reindeer;
no one told him that Santa
only exists in Christmas cards,
commercials, and movies;
no one told him that the spirit
of Santa is kindled in each soul,
that embraces Christmas mood.

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A Guided Tour

Together, we walk the streets
of Christmas, blinded by glitz and glitter, 
deafened by merry music's blast, 
pressed by human frenzy.

'Where's your whip, Lord?" I ask.
"Are you not angry at this mockery?"

Come with me. See that star? 
Is it not the star of Bethlehem?
See the wonder in children's eyes?
Use it to tell them who I am.
See the lights wrapped around trees,
tracing roof-lines, windows and driveways?
Do they not proclaim my birth?

I protest;
"What about Santa and his reindeer?" 

Leave them be. They are of little worth.
Listen. Hear that choir? In every church,
voices blend with angels' chorus in heaven,
resonating the story once again.

At dawn, with renewed vision, 
my heart swells with anticipation 
and joy for the Christmas season.

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Snowflakes and Christmas

Tiny snowflakes dancing to the ground.

Caressing the earth with their heart for the season.

They have held back and waited ever so patiently.

Now they are bursting onto the scene. 

Snowflakes and Christmas are like friends of old.

One never going anywhere without the other.

Snowflakes and Christmas are inseparable at times.

Yet sometimes Mother Nature has her own set of plans.

She likes to mix things up a bit and send one without the other,

But when she sends them out again it brings the most delightful scene.

Christmas and snowflakes.

Friendship and love.

Lights twinkling in my heart that the greatest things come from above.

Including you!

Gwendolen Rix

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Beside the Stream

poetry is the
between the words

poetry is the
of the

oracles in

She is a Nobody
as am I
should we never


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Holiday Satisfaction

Jolly and ever present.
To smile and consent.
A pine tree scent.
To reach for a present.
A carol in a English accent.
A sled to sleigh.
More food to be fed.
I was full and went to bed.

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On Christmas Day

On Christmas day I cried, 
No family to hug. 
Only a blessed pair of shoulders to shrugg. 
Cough drops and lost salvia. 
Precipitation hot as lava. 
Living room packed yet so empty. 
Heavy tears yet no sympathy. 
On Christmas day I cried! 
Game of memory in this darkened scenery. 
Ready to be prosecuted, 
Life or execute me! 
Open gifts in heaven, 
Unwrap love at eleven. 
Lord knows on Christmas day I cried! 
Bury me an ornament on a broken tree. 
Let the world know I was all I could be! 
When it all ends, it'll all be the same. 
The ground will still flood when it rains. 
Now you know on Christmas day I cried!!

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The Old Man

The old man
The old man lived at the end of the hollow.Most of the time.
He had white hair and a white beard.
He had a big barn out behind his house.But you could not see in it.
Late in Nov. He would disappear for a month or so.But would return after the 25th of Dec.
I never saw him myself. But I heard that he dressed in red. And had a big red sled.
They called him Santa clause. I just know him as the old man at the end of the hollow.

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Christmas season

Christmas season
Bells are ringing
Carolers are singing
Snowflakes fall
Birds fly away
Lights are bright.
You are right 
It's Christmas time.
Stores are open
People are shopping
Children are playing
People are saying

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Christmas gift

I hear the merry sounds 
of Christmas carols resound all around me
I meander in and out of shops
wandering about the brightly lit arcades
bright coloured lights wink joyfully at me from every doorway
as I drag my feet
looking about
searching for the perfect gift 
to shower on you my beloved!

I search for the perfect gift
the one that will clearly tell you that you are the one
the gift that will touch my heart screaming out to me
that it’s the one for you
the one that will touch your heart
at your first sight of it 
and scream that I am the one for you

“Joy to the world”, “We wish you a merry Christmas”, “Felis novidad”
throb all around me sounding over and over again
from unseen speakers , rendering me embraced by the melodies
 “All I want for Christmas”, croons Mariah Carey
voicing my wish in loud beats and rhythms 
then I see him,
he stands riveted before the toyshop
staring intently at lavishly displayed toys
particularly the huge red jeep
such yearning, such craving
is sculpted on his toddler face
in that moment I  look into a mirror
and see my yearning, my craving
the haunting desire for a fading dream
the tangible craving for the waning moon
reflected perfectly on his face
my heart jerks painfully
as his mother wrenches him away from the toyshop window
tugging repeatedly at his arm, tagging him along
as he drags his feet
his eyes though misted always looking back at the toyshop

I lean against the cold brick wall
and sigh as Mariah soulfully ends her Christmas wish song
I know your Christmas wish gift my love;
in moments when your heart is still 
when you think I see not
I see you crave and yearn
your desire to be let free
to flap your wings and soar away
but like the boy at the toyshop window 
I know I can’t get it for you
so I push myself from the wall
and continue my search for the perfect gift 
meandering in and out
wandering around the bustling shops
humming tunes of merry Christmas melodies.

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The day after Christmas

The day after Christmas
It's the day after Christmas And the stores are full 
People are returning those soxes they don't want.That grandma bought.
While at the North Pole the elves do sleep 
Dreaming of a day off.
Santa is in the hospital. 
Getting his belly pumped away.
From all the cookies and sour milk he drank.
He thinks out loud to himself. Just this one time.
Why couldn't I have been the Easter bunny or that tooth fairy guy!

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The Grieving

The Grieving 

A frenzy, a chaos of
celebration all around.
Togetherness and ritual imposed while 
inside of me a splintering

No respite, no escape from 
faces eager to connect 
to share, to love.
Grief is a mongrel here;
an agony of burden on 
the righteous shoulders of joy

I can only run, crying out,
in frantic search of

This tree, this breeze that
gives me permission 
gives me space 
to breathe 
to be

Its tapestry of lace against 
a grey ocean of sky 
shrouds me from expectation,
from judgement,
defending my right 
to grieve 
to peace

At Christmas

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In His Heart- Christmas

In His Heart

I can see it in your eyes,
feel it beating in your heart.
Where does it end and start,
the heavy sighs and reasoning.

They fill the Holiday seasoning
with silver bells, drink, food, and merry.
People who would not stay up in prayer
with you for the lost and hurt.
But made it to the Christmas
morning bonanza at 1:00 A.M. for
those expensive sales.

Spending beyond their means for
some electronic gadget that will rust.
Tossing the left over penny change
to the bell ringer freezing outside the door.
Some  will be at the Church for Christmas
dressed in their very best.

I see it in your eyes Lord and
feel the beating of your heart.
The sadness is you been replaced with
shopping madness and computers, gadgets
that rust your Birthday party they forgot.

For the real reason for this CHRISTmas season
was your birth the one of light in
a world of darkness.

Word CHRISTmas is done on purpose to show the true meaning for this season.
Merry Christmas PS Family.

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The forest of Christmas trees

The sun rose in bouquet of sunflowers
It shone effervescence into the silent night
The moonlight and the stars where excused
The mood of the weather bliss
The smile of the wind blew a kiss

The seeds took to the soil like mother’s milk
The wind of jingle bells like feather dusters cleansing the air
They’ll grow into a forest of yearlings
This year, yearning to be ploughed by Christmas
They’ll yield all our wish lists
Into presents at the root the trees
Into the sweet taste of dreams coming true

It rains once a year from clouds of happiness
The sun shines down love all year round
For the perfect conditions conducive,
For growing fruit of joy all around the world

The forest is both magical and spiritual
It’s evergreen grazing for his reindeers
Trimming them into perfect cones
It’s Santa’s best kept secret
His most treasured of tools
He spares no effort to protect it
From the loveless deforestation
For if the lumberjack had his way,
Where would he leave our presents otherwise this year?

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Sounds Of Christmas

Like a picture postcard,
The choir stood in front of the Christmas Tree,
The lights on the tree sparkled,
The tree stood very tall,
Memories to be written here,
Traditional Christmas Carols were sung beautifully,
The seniors in the audience,
Delighted with the performance,
An afternoon come to life,
The sounds of Christmas,
Blessing us all,
Peace on Earth and goodwill to mankind.

copyright Gwen Schutz

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The Gift

A cold December day,
Jennifer is home 
in her bed.

Gravely ill,
suffering from cancer,
by her family,
fading in and out of 

For the first time 
in months, 
she could embrace Cindy,
her three-year old 

When Jennifer was in the hospital, 
Cindy had been extremely
fearful of all the machines 
next to her Grandmother.

Cindy gently ascended
onto her bed,
and they shared one precious
moment together,
before she fell back into

she opened her eyes,
and her hands fervently reached upwards
towards the corner of the room.
With a faint whisper, 
she said, " My mother is here,
she looks so radiant."

The family thought 
she was hallucinating. 
However. Marie, 
Jennifer's ten-year-old 
granddaughter said, 
"Grandma where is she?
I can't see her." 
She said,
" you won't be able to see her, 
she is here for me, not you." 

Jennifer glanced over to her 
night stand,
and asked Michael, her husband, to
get her diary. 

With her hands tightly clutched 
around her diary, 
she said," this is my Christmas gift
to my mother."

Jennifer then closed 
her eyes
and passed on. 
It was Christmas Eve. 

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A Christmas Drunk

A Christmas drunk
Twis the night beforeChistmas.
And all through the house beer bottles was scattered.
While the panties were hung from the five strippers we had.
The kids are locked in their bedrooms While Lady ga ga sang out loud.
When I stagger to the window to see.
Old Grandma was getting A Christmas kiss from the pizza boy down the street.
Old santaDrove right by in his new Chevy truck saying you all are a bunch of drunks.
As he drove out of sight I did hear him say. "have a Bud for me and I'll see you on NewYears night.

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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.

I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.

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Christmas Sparkle

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
The smile of a friend,

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
The good neighbor who stops to have conversation,

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
The beautiful trees in the store decorated beautifully by Santa's elves,

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
The shelves in the store filled with the memories of Christmas,

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
Santa's favorite store filled with delicious foods and Christmas boughs,

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
Real Christmas trees spruce and pine, tall and small,

There is a Christmas sparkle everywhere,
Signs of Christmas and the royal manger.

copyright Gwen Schutz

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Open house. 
Fresh cut ham. 
Warm and joyous. 
Jesus adores us. 
You can smell the gravy, 
Its poured over potatoes. 
The Christmas feast, 
Its what we do at least. 
To sing merry. 
To ride a ferry. 
To sail. 
To play in the snow, 
As white and pale. 
To prance naked in your dressing room 
As you meet the groom, Jesus. 
To be free with naked ignorant bliss 
As we wait for a kiss, 
Like if Adam and Eve were to share 
a Christmas Eve not to miss.

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My Greetings To You All

To all friends upon this site I write this poem for you.
Down through the years you have held me up and
has helped me to make it through.
You've laughed with me and cried with me
Even taught me how to write.
When my days were looking grim, you made them look so bright.

To write your names one by one I know I would leave one out.
So I send this message to all of my friends-I love you all without a doubt.
May your Christmas be very happy and cheerful as it can be.
And May the New Year bring joy and peace,
and our love draw closer indeed.

Merry Christmas to All and May You All Have a Prosperous New Year.

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under the christmas tree

Under The Christmas Tree
Under the Christmas tree I set.
Wating for my Christmas gifts.
A car, a truck a bike would be nice.
I ate all the cookies and drank the milk
Better for me than old saint nick.
It's getting really late and I can't wait.
I have to go pee, but I don't want to miss him.

Now that I went I just can't believe gone 5 mins. 
He was here and gone.
No truck, no car and no bike.
A sox full of rocks and a note.
It said,"better luck next year you drunk!"

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Merry Christmas To you with all my might

I thought I heard some knocking
And went to check the door
It was very shocking
Almost dropped me to the floor

I had thought my family
Had forgotten about me
They all held me firmly
I cried and they could see

I had some tears of joy
On my Christmas eve
I gave each child a toy
All adults got a sleeve

My house was very full
I was happy to the core
And I was very thankful
To be alone no more

We all went to sleep
As it was Christmas eve
The children tried to weep
I told them Santa would just leave

They set out cookies and milk
For Santa on a plate
And a napkin made of silk
So he could wipe his face

We got up in the morning
To see what Santa left
The sun was barely dawning
Some children feel bereft

It was a Merry Christmas
A very happy sight
I will say Merry Christmas
To you with all my might

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Whisperers Come Oh, Ye May
The secret twas never secret as Isiah did say
One day He shall come to wash away sin as white as snow
Go Ye Tell and they did
These blessings, our transgressions, our sins, debts and tresspasses not to measure; lest we judge another-- ten fold to us 

Oh whisperers come ye may
This earth does not fulfill
When even the belly is empty
What is to hunger for?

Savage animals? A people with eye teeth that display
And we are ungodly yet our God is faithful, just and good

It is His people He favors
Oh, Jerusalem

Come Ye Here To Bethlehem
A Star
An angel-- silent night


Whisper words of truth

~~The Unspoken~~



Little children of God
In search of what?
What lies beneath the pagan tree?
Little lights behold, they sparkle upon pine

Come Ye Here Oh, Bethlehem
A Star - An Angel
The Son of God!!!

lift your voice

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

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

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

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

Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci

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Christmas, besides celebrating Christ's birthday, is all about children. Christmas Windows is 
for the kids.


Windows smile on Christmas City
Gloom's asleep 'neath a blanket of snow
Streets so alive with jingle tunes
Humbug has nowhere to go


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Blessed Days At Christmas

The building is an image of Christmas,
Senior living excellent and refined.

Blessed days of appreciation,
The Christmas tree stood tall in the hall.

Decorated with beautiful lights and decorations,
The cafe has a welcome Christmas appearance.

Santa lives in the dinning hall,
Delicious foods are prepared with the friendliest staff.

The smiles that greet you here everyday,
Makes your life as a senior citizen special.

Relatives come to visit,
Reunions with those you care about and love.

Guided by God,
Churches and Christmas Carols.

Sung by a choir,
Good deeds at Christmas.

Blessed days guided by the Lord,
I am very thankful.

copyright Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Drifting, Slowly Drifting

Drifting, slowly drifting
in my mind to a place
of long ago.

As I dose off to a dream land
so peaceful and quite,
seeing my friends playing
their cares away.

As I walk up to them
they greet me with smiles
and hugs, saying how
they have missed me.

I look around knowing
that this was the place
where I had the best time of
      my life.

Drifting farther away
from the present, still
to even better days,
family all gathered,

around the old Christmas tree,
a real one, with the smell of pine
in the air, snow on the ground
for a white Christmas to enjoy.

Looking at my mother, forgot
how young she was at one time,
brothers and my dear sister,
oh what joy, this was to be here.

Morning came to soon,
as the light of day woke me,
and I drifted back to the present,
memories of long ago remembered
and will cherish them for ever.

wrote 9-3-08

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Mom and Dad Christmas Eve

A warm fire, briskly burns,
in our fireplace surrounded by stockings
you can smell the scent of cinnamon as
heated apple cider, warms on the stove

A large, soft bearskin rug rests,
on the floor in front of the hearth
the expression on it's face, not a holiday smile
yet not angry enough to spoil the moment

The kids have long since gone to bed,
wondering, just what Santa will bring
while Mother and I sit quietly together
warmed by the fire and cider being sipped

The lights on the tree are twinkling,
in a multi - colored array of Reds, Blues and greens
that seem to make the garland shimmer
as it touched by a rainbow

Christmas music playing softly from a CD,
singers, singing of Chestnuts, Coming home
White Christmas and a Jolly old fellow
as Mother smiles, gently as she listens

I feel her hand, slip into mine,
as she looks at me with the love
we have shared for three Christmas' now
with the same sparkle in her eyes

As the fire dies down, we see that,
the time has slipped away, to early morn
we decide to curl up on the bearskin
and add another log to the fire

Wit anticipation that the kids,
would soon awaken us with the
wonderment of the day, Christmas Day
these thoughts as we drift off to slumber

When we awaken, we find to our surprise,
that the children, had awaken, come down
but instead of waking us, they curled up
next to us, and fell off back to sleep

We wake up, long after dawn, fire died
the smell of cinnamon, still clinging in the air
children are awake now, presents being opened
we realize, how joyful the season really is

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whispers the light

Christmas tree 
window alight 
for a winter dream rhyme
a day
a season
a suspension within time
where snow rests
upon a soul's silence
whispers the light
carrying the night
quest for a reason
to see
beyond the mirror
hippies lost in a circle rhythm
where water calls
falls to truth
drifts the echoes of peace
on earth...

                       - jude

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Differences make strang bedfellows ewe listen to the mee old bean old bean 
rhymes with caviar behind the bar the windows closed the lights are low no one 
is bandying about the place just mee and ewe and no disgrace in love and 
kisses sweeter two of them are mine one of them for ewe so sweetly planted by 
the ewe on hands so roughened by the tasks of mee and used just to survive for 
ewe the one eye have for ewe is Christmas wine so sweetly given and will last a 
Christmas missing as eye rhyme a thought for ewe 
Green Bean Old Bean Old Man 
Lima Bean Young Bean Old Woman 
Can beans Gone Beans Young Love 
Love Beans Kiss Beans We Beans 
Heart Beans Heart Beans Love 
This is Christmas Poem for my Flower done. 

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Like a Christmas merry-go-round
this little red and green leaf
swirled 'round and 'round
in a tiny puddle in the wind.

It reminded me of holiday cookies
sand being the sugar sprinkled
upon it so sparkly red and green
that I could almost taste it. 

I had a red and green parrot once
he was my holiday gift all year
singing loud Christmas carols
of his own spectacular making.

He would have loved those cookies.

Sheila Kathryn Barrera

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it's just a Christmas stocking 
green with fluff around the top
the difference is the love I feel
your pet name for me across the top

hung by the mantel with all of the rest
displayed for friends and family to see
adding me to your holiday list
our first together with many more to come

as we check the names off as we buy
shopping together for the gifts we need
this promises to be the best Christmas yet
your name is at the top of my list

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The Elf

The elf.
Santa was set to come on Dec 25 1901.
But something happens that no one knows.
As Santa was climbing in to his sled. A train fell on his head.
He was out cold and in the snow. 
Time was getting short. 
And that's when sparks the elf came up with the Idea.
To fill the wishes of each boy and girl.
He jumps in the sled and with a yell off he went in to the night.
From land to land and house to house 
He saved Christmas night.
The elf knew what to do and as the sled drove out of sight.
He yelled those words we all know so well,"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND A GOOD NIGHT!!

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REPOST for Christmas


Whisperers Come Oh, Ye May
The secret twas never secret as Isiah did say
One day He shall come to wash away sin as white as snow
Go Ye Tell and they did
These blessings, our transgressions, our sins, debts and tresspasses not to measure; lest we judge another-- ten fold to us 

Oh whisperers come ye may
This earth does not fulfill
When even the belly is empty
What is to hunger for?

Savage animals? A people with eye teeth that display
And we are ungodly yet our God is faithful, just and good

It is His people He favors
Oh, Jerusalem

Come Ye Here To Bethlehem
A Star
An angel-- silent night


Whisper words of truth

~~The Unspoken~~



Little children of God
In search of what?
What lies beneath the pagan tree?
Little lights behold, they sparkle upon pine

Come Ye Here Oh, Bethlehem
A Star - An Angel
The Son of God!!!

lift your voice

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Santa's ANSWER

Santa's answer 
Dear Alisa,
I forgive you. I am a very understanding.
I understand war is tough for all.
But my love for children overcomes anything war can bring.
I hope you love your gifts and your new home.
I'm very sure your mom will.
Loved your cookies and milk.Thank you. 
I also want to thank you for still believing in Christmas.
And in me also.
For Christmas is a wonderful time of the year and no one should change your mind about that.
So enjoy your Christmas, and always believe what you think and wishes do come true.
So Merry Christmas To You And to All Mankindkind.

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Does Santa Clause live at

Does Santa Clause live at?
Does Santa live at the north pole 
Or does he live at Walmart?
I see him in the parade and then I see him at Kmart.
I go to the fire hall he is there with the fire dog.
I meet him on the streets handing out candy canes.
Then I go to Walmart there he his sitting on a chair with a friend that my picture.
I see him in the toy lane looking at all the toys that are fun.
I see him at the dinner area eating a sub from subway.
I want to know where he sleeps if he lives at Walmart.

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Snow in the Suburbs

     A cheap imitation toy
     Next a deep colored strewn rose
     In a house in the 'burbs
     At nighttime under heavy snow.

     A faltering streetlamp
     Near an unretrieved upturned trash barrel
     A backyard dog looks out to lick the snow.
     Then silence for a while.

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He Comes

He comes
He comes out of somewhere near the North Pole.
They say the wears all red and black.
He drives a sled pulled by reindeer.
The hauls toys and gifts to good boys and girls.
He is fat and loves to drink milk and eat cookies.
He is very quiet when he comes.Putting those gifts under the tree.
He comes on Dec 25th of every year. We call him Satna Claus.
But all we know is that he comes.

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Peace on Earth

When Christmas 
sends peace on Earth,
it must stay here for ever,
because this love comes from the stars.

I wish days like Christmas 
will stay on Earth and never go,
with the bird's song on the snow
while heaven sends its own music.

Laughter and million lights,
like the rays of the star,
like the angel's song
like the wind's soft whisper.

This is Christmas, this is peace,
this is love in our hearts;
for the rich, for poor, for young and old,
God's treasure will open.-

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Just A Bit Of Hoilday Cheer

Just sitting here thinking of you
Having you on my mind,

Haven’t heard from you in many
A week

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
More exciting

When the time is right for angels
And such..

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
On earth

Big flakes of snow just falls with all
It’s beauty..

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!

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Idiotic Ads

 Idiotic Ads 
Idiotic Ads 
When the eye gets rich and famous and receives his next million dollars charlax 
the third will remove all the ads from the internet eye will pay everyone not to 
advertise them before Christmas time or after Christmas time begins. When 
commercials are done they will forget Santa's clause at the end. There will be 
more patriotic ads Just imagine a moonlight nite fit for a ride on a horsey. The 
axe deodorant can is sitting in the window of the tower. One if by land two if by the 
sea and instead of two lanterns burning to warn people the boats was coming 
Paul Revere rode to a midnite rendezvous with two minions and flirts spraying 
his axe around them quite gleefully having the fun of his lifetime yearning for his 
freedom. The axe people take note the tri-cornered hat could be tri-colored at that 
and the oversize axe can says PR on the label please get the idea on the table 
and let Santa go home until Christmas come we need no axe can with SC on the 
label let Santa alone until Dec 23 and then let him sleep on Dec 26 at his home 
the North Pole.

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A Cambridge Lamentation

This place is always a little lonely 
At the noise and life, 
I like solitude, 
But not in places 
Where's there's recently been 
A lot of people.

Reclusiveness protects you 
From nostalgia, 
And you can be as nostalgic 
In relation to what happened 
Half an hour ago 
As half a century ago, in fact more so. 
I went to the Xmas party. 
I danced, 
And generally lived it up. 
I went to bed sad though. 
Discos exacerbate 
My sense of solitude.

My capacity for social warmth, 
Excessive social dependence 
And romantic zeal 
Can be practically deranging; 
It's no wonder I feel the need 
To escape...
Escape from my own 
Drastic social emotivity
And devastating capacity
For loneliness. 
I feel trapped here, 
There's no 
Outlet for my talents.
In such a state as this 
I could fall in love with anyone. 
The night before last 
I went to the ball, 
Couples filing out,  
I wanted to be half of every one,  

But I didn't want to lose ***.  
I'll get over how I feel now, 
And very soon. 
Gradually I'll freeze again, 
Even assuming an extra layer of snow.  
I have to get out of here.

(Adapted from an unfinished and unsent letter penned just before Christmas 1986.)

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Money this money that

Keep hold of your money for times that are lean
Keep hold of your money from people who are mean
Keep hold of your money so you can get by

Money this money that
Money for that Christmas wrap
Money makes a merry Christmas for some

If I had the money I would feed all who I could
If I had enough money I would do what I should
Pay all my bills and help people out

Money from my bank account has dwindled away slow
Money from my bank account took us to the show
Money from my bank account keeps us alive

I have worked for my money and paid my own way
I have worked for my money to pay where I stay
I have worked for my money and tried to save

With money we gamble and play games of chance
The money can leave through a hole in your pants
I would gamble my money but my kids do come first

I am a slave for money though it does enslave me
I am a slave for money though I try to break free
You are enslaved by money can you not see

We all need money in this day and age
Why does this money cause so much rage
Without enough money we cannot survive

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The Virgin Birth

Walking on the water of the life before the birth of pain. 
Seeking to become the savoir of a World become insane. 
Coming to this planet not inside a golden spacecraft. 
Coming to this planet from a place of quietness. 
Using the life of Spirit to explain the life within. 
Poetical remembrances of virgin birth await us soon. 
Future is often just repeated past. 
Only once is Grace afforded us. 
Please dont let it lapse. 
This Christmas remember Christmas Future 
while enjoying Christmas past, 
and Inn this Christmas Present 
please say Jesus of the Virgin Birth. 
When people cry for saving this one will, 
The City Of The Nazerene is always on a hill. 

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Chrissy's Home (Part II)

                      "You're not afraid- are you, Stacey?"  She giggled. "Don't you think you 
ought to slow down?" I mustered.  "We'll be alright," she said with a grin and kept 
on trucking, but when we parked, I almost responded as the Pope does when he 
deplanes.  However, that would have been too cynical; yet, when the Christmas 
holidays rolled around, I left the driving to Greyhound.
                     While at home, my Christmas was very merry, and New Year's Day 
was happy, until I received "the" call.  It was Chrissy's roommate, 
Belinda. "Stacey." She paused.  "Chrissy died yesterday." "What-?!"  I exclaimed 
softly, uncertain of what I had just heard. "The weather was bad on her way to 
church, and her truck hydroplaned into oncoming traffic," she responded.  "But 
they say she died instantly."  Then we silenced. 
                     As I clutched the Christmas card Chrissy had made for me, my heart 
bled with grief.  Although I felt a great sense of loss, I never blamed God or 
Chrissy's driving for the fatality. Neither did my eyes shed a tear, not because I 
repressed my emotions, but for the reason I shared at the BSU memorial service 
held in her honor. "This is not a time to mourn, but a time of joy to celebrate 
Chrissy's homecoming, as she would have wanted us to.  And we know where 
she is, where her heart has always been, home with Jesus." Yet alive here, 
Chrissy is in my heart and commemorated  in books throughout this country 
through the following poem I wrote with her in mind

When Special Moments Come Again
Moments come and go,
But special moments come again,
When the thoughts of you with me
Seem they never have an end;
As a touch brings back sensation
And a song triggers emotion,
A smell brings back the memories,
As a taste triggers the notion
That we'll always be together;
What we shared will never end,
And I know that you're right here
When special moments come again.

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Lets Share The Gift Of Christmas

(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love)

The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree--
I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true,
In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above
I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, 
I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need

Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises
Saintly men and women, as even the angels do…
Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too --
While praying and joyfully praising GOD
As He allows us to freely do ~

The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you
May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~
Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day  
For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~
Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…

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My Christmas Tree Is Ewe

Monkey flies and lies disgrace the human race and television has infected all the 
children and the places that they go. What  I   want   for   Christmas   fare   is just 
ewe and a place underneath the mistletoe.  My Christmas tree is thee.  Humble 
and retained in innocence and restfulness.
   Wrapping   all   the   gifts   in   love   and   kisses  please.
The kiss is gift enough for me please send me three of them all sweet and 
tender and tasting just like CHRISTMAS wine.
Love has come back to me for Christmas time.
But not of gold and silver dew eye speak of.
The very Heart of ewe is parme purple violet hued.
What have eye deserved to ascertain the fragrances of a lemon flavored ewe?
Kiss me three times dew.

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God's Christmas Wish

A dream?
A talk with God?
His Christmas wish you say?
I have no power!
But He's given you the power
to grant his wish.
It's crazy man!
I can't bring peace,
or stop wars
and I certainly can't
make men love each other.
I can't reduce crime
or make drugs go away.
You said God didn't make mistakes
but it appears he has.
Many times in life,
we get excited over the wrong thing.
His Christmas wish is
something each of us has
the power to grant.
Our heart, our life.
For you see,
if all men's hearts
were truly in tune with God,
the afore mentioned problems
wouldn't exist.

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Mental Victoms Part II

There is a girl a now
shes almost gotten away
played the game 
jumped through the hoops
told me some secrets
while she was there she was sexually assaulted
hey i don't pay taxes 
so i don't get to choose the channel 
i want to watch on the televisions 
that are there for the patients
i might be crazy but you know what
i can still remember what my delusions 
are and what the reality is on my better days
for me its like a movie or a song stuck in my head
sexual assaults, and a place to be toyed with, a place to go to die from the age of 
16 until you die, a place to run from the insanity you witness to be brought back 
and punished with the fact their lengthening your stay and upping your poison 
that doesn't heal!!!!

A boy singing in his room
too loud to keep the peace of the unit
was sent to maximum security for just that reason
neighbored with man in shackles and chains
just after Arthur had died
and Andrew ran away
he sang his songs
and one day couldn't get coffee out of a coffee pot
so he twisted the lid
to ease the flow
and guess what
he got a needle in his butt

and the doctor lied to his father about the whole ordeal 
and for two weeks after he could no longer participate in gym activities
later that Christmas 
they threw his Christmas cards away 
saying they were fire hazards

opening the blue pages dialing number after number after number
to report leaky pipes the sewer smell
I'll tell you one thing about those power trippers
the people that work there make it very obvious
they only work there because they are afraid to quit
because they fear they know too much
they are addicted of the group mentality of forcing medications upon those who 
don't want it

I've never seen something so ugly
some things in reality are there for reason
some things are there to be changed
but when something creates so many causalities and this is just a few
which i will explain,
one was addicted to drugs
one was probably in need of help
and one was me
but we are all victoms a  who gets away
in sickness or in health
 would rather die in our hallucinations and illness
than be brought back there
to go through than level of torture to be brought back to the next nightmare
the psychiatrists call better

makes me wonder why soo many of the ill find hospitals just another political 
war zone we are all innocent pawns of some unholy war game people with 
money.  I will find ways to turn the tables, this i swear

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I love pARME

I love pARME is what the letter to Santa will say.

One hair of head no cold a smile instead.

One long leg and then one more.

Two arms to hold.

One woman of love and riches keeps me warm.

One love inside.

Purple wings beating beside the thumping of my heart.

Early christmas can be a smile.

Captured with devices but meant as love from far inside.

I love pARME is what my letter to Santa must say.

One woman made of love.

The ONLY Christmas Present that eye want.