The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment,
thinking how another Christmas has come and gone.
My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy.
Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn.
Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us.
The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her!
How trusting are these creatures God gives us - how pure!
Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr.
The visit with our daughter and her family was nice.
With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home.
More memories to cherish; the old year passes.
In the moment - grateful - I finish with this poem.
Written right before bed 12/26/14 by andrea Dietrich
For the "In the Moment" Poetry Contest of PD
It is Christmas Eve, all preparations for the day are done,
My hand grabs the doorknob as I step out to take a stroll,
On this peaceful night the village is silent, and I see no one,
Walking under the warm glow of a decorated streetlight pole.
I stand and gaze at the windows of the house next door,
Where a tree glows with bubble lights and tinsel strands,
Three stockings holding wishes, await over the fire's roar,
A scene straight from a dream, so wonderful and grand.
Glancing upwards, as the clouds glide across the moon,
Silver stars are out mingling with the drifting snowflakes,
A sight to enjoy here and now, for morning will be here soon,
A beautiful Christmas memory, deep in my heart to take.
Only one car comes up the street, as I walk along our lane,
Just a friendly snowman is there to greet me with a hello,
I stop, adjust his top hat, and reposition his pipe and cane,
This cold-hearted man has made a child smile, I know.
My ears lead me to the street corner where carolers sing,
As those old familiar notes drift towards me on the air,
More sounds seem to awaken as the bells distantly ring,
I felt nothing but a warming glow as I was standing there.
The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told,
When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold,
When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing;
For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king.
I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago,
When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow.
The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real;
And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel.
It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find
Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind.
They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer,
And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear.
Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write
In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right,
Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see
What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree.
The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights,
With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights,
At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced;
To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.
As Christmas beckons with season of cheer
I recall how we met, a hallway outside
Year Nineteen-Eighty in a film's premiere;
Offering your neck- scarf, we gently smiled.
Flurries drifted while in haste I agreed,
Invite for tea as we watched the moon fade
'Till season’s next, nuptial joy pealed
At 25, a mistletoe crocheted.
Tonight, the lights reflect your willow eyes
Bestowing grace from Magi stars above
Flashback of theme songs yearns for unity;
Enduring a year of departed love.
The holidays cloak time; you hum my name
From spring's past budding to December’s snow,
Alone, I toast reveries etched on life’s acclaim
Kisses missed from my long- gone mistletoe.
Kelly Deschler's Christmas Past, Present or Future
~based on my aunt's experience
The Story of the Nativity in Rhyme
The night was cold, the journey long
The stars were shining bright,
As Joseph and Mary neared Bethlehem
On that wondrous night
The small town lights guided them
The rest of the weary way,
Joseph pondered in his heart
If they’d find a place to stay
Mary, weary from the road,
Needed to rest a while
Thoughts of baby soon to come,
Bought to her face a smile
Donkey plodded on and on,
His head was hanging low
Wherever his master led him
He would gladly go
Though travelers searched everywhere,
No room could be found
Bethlehem was a busy place
With strange sights and sounds
Joseph came to the last inn,
And prayed he’d find a place
He didn’t like the tired look
He saw on Mary’s face
The innkeeper shook his head,
And nearly closed the door,
There just wasn’t any place
To take one traveler more
On a nearby silent hill, shepherds
Kept watch all night long
When suddenly they came to hear
A glorious angel song
Then they all fell to the ground
As angles hovered near
They hid their faces for their hearts,
Were filled with awful fear
So that night in manger poor,
They welcomed the new King
Little knowing as they bowed,
The hope and joy He’d bring
And then much to Mary’s surprise
There came from distant land,
Three wise men to see her son,
Each with a gift in hand
At his tiny feet were laid
Myrrh, frankincense and gold
The manger was filled on that night
With peace and joy untold
What can YOU give to show your love
To the King of Kings tonight?
What do you think will bring Him joy
And bring to Him delight?
Does Jesus want a precious gift,
Of beauty and wealth untold?
Do you think it’ll make Him glad
To receive your gift of gold?
There IS something that is dear,
For the greatest gift, you see
Is when with love you say to Him
"Jesus, Take all of me"
Christmas Nativity Play
Written by Eileen Manassian Ghali
Please check out my latest blog. I also have links to two lovely songs that will bring your heart joy during this season. God bless! :)
(warning: adult humor)
Twas the night before Christmas
when I and my groom
finally found a motel
but with just one room.
My groom was in the bathroom -
leaving me alone-
so that he could douse himself
with some cheap cologne.
I - in my red negligee -
thought of bump and grind,
visions of his sugar plums
dancing in my mind.
Then a noise I heard outside
gave me such a fright!
who was out there in the snow
on our special night?
Opening our small room’s door,
I felt like a goof.
It was just an icicle
falling off the roof.
Then I felt a sudden breeze.
One unlucky bride!
As the door behind me shut,
I was locked outside.
When upon my motel door
I began to pound,
it was clear that my dear groom
did not hear a sound.
Right before my startled eyes,
what should then appear?
Someone dressed as Santa Claus,
filling me with fear!
His eyes, though not so cheery,
lit up, seeing me
as he crossed the street and came
I stood helpless, trembling in
scanty siren red
when an icicle fell down
clunking my poor head.
I revived in the ER,
thong still on my rump!
Underneath my bandage was
an enormous lump.
Thankfully my groom was there,
smelling of Old Spice.
But we’d have no chance to give
gifts naughty and nice.
At our room I later saw
Santa Claus was there -
that same guy who’d seen me in
Having seen my accident
he’d informed my groom
right before he then collapsed
stone drunk in our room.
Santa on our honeymoon
with cheeks rosy red,
(but not one “Merry Christmas”),
stole our wedding bed.
For Jerry's "What's up with Santa" Poetry Contest
Tinsel, glitter, angel hair,
A fresh-cut evergreen tree,
Colored balls and lights that glare
Help to foster Christmas glee.
Bright-wrapped presents, large and small,
Jingling bells and Christmas songs,
Cold, crisp air and Santa's call—
This, to Christmas time belongs.
But this is just the outer wrapping
On a gift much more divine,
That may become a real trapping
If we do not read the sign,
“Before Christmas, open dear,
Hold it up for all to see,
Spread it round throughout the year,
Let it flow so pure and free”.
Keep unwrapped this gift called Love,
Buried under cards and bows,
The gift that came down from above...
Christmas Love—outshines, outglows!
© Sandra M. Haight 2014
All Rights Reserved
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
O holy night the inn was full,
A stable near at hand;
O night of prophecies fulfilled
When Caesar taxed the land.
O holy night the shepherds watched
Their flocks upon the field,
And, lo, the angel of the Lord
With glory was revealed.
"Fear not, behold, I bring to you
Good tidings full of joy;
For unto you is born this day
A Saviour as a boy."
Then suddenly the sky was lit
By angels filled with mirth,
Proclaiming glory unto God
And peace to all the earth.
The shepherds said among themselves,
"To Bethlehem we'll go;
For something great is come to pass
And this we wish to know."
They came and found the newborn babe
With Joseph and his bride;
When they had seen, this news they spread
Throughout the countryside,
And all that heard did wonder great
At things the shepherds told;
But Mary pondered all these things
Within her heart of gold.
O holy night when God was praised,
O night when hope returned;
O night when angels spake aloud
And skies with glory burned:
O holy night when Christ was born,
And in a manger laid;
What love decreed that God should be
The child of a maid?
~ Based on Luke 2:7-20 ~
~Written for "Here We Go A Caroling".~
Christmas shopping I will go
Red kettles at department stores
Sidewalks covered in snow
Bell-ringers spreading Christmas joy
Volunteers bring Christmas cheers
Give a dollar or two or more
For the needy the bells ring clear
Red kettles need to be filled
Goodwill is in the air
Giving donations is what it's about
For those in despair
It's the Christmas sharing and giving part
"Jingle Bells" for Kim's contest
The snow fell gently on a quiet street
Neighbors walked in without knocking
There was a feeling of joy in the air
As each child hung up their stocking
There was a coal fire in the heatrola
Which took a little while to start
O Come All Ye Faithful on the radio
And a warmth radiating from each heart
The kids all went to bed early
Couldn't sleep until early morn
Waiting for presents from Santa
And to celebrate the day Christ was born.
center>Flurries swayed on brocade of her white gown
'Twas Christmas eve...year twenty o' nine's frost nips;
A face gleamed as ribbons wrapped around
on spray of orchids clutched by fingertips.
She paced a walk along the chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of music hummed of new life
While he...ordained by fate, parted a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to housewife.
The hallway roused with cheer and merriment
December groom held spouse for rounds of waltz
And best man huffed, “Jill , don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her jokes with applause.”
Five moons after, a child with her back turned
Lifted wrappers from toy-bouquets, mid- air,
'Twas Christmas... their daughter's flushed grin confirmed
The past magic of wedded bliss; love’s flair!
You hide away in summer
When other blooms fill fields
In a dark room you sit and wait
'Til Christmas time is here
Is it the joy of Christ's birth
That awakens a welcome stranger
Do you peer out to see the light
That hovers above His manger
You are the only flower
That seems to recognize
The hope and peace in hearts
And angelic carols in skies
"Twas The Night Before Christmas"
'twas the night before Christmas day
Angel voices rehearsing
sinners preparing brand new way
as "Good News" began dispersing.
blue indigo sky glowing starlight
to guide three wise men to new babe
by one brilliant star beaming so bright
welcome, Christ the King, who would save.
on a cold Christmas Eve of snow
shepherds adored in straw stable
His humble birth would greatness grow
the Word made flesh is no fable.
'twas the night before Christmas morn
peace on Earth good will to all
at midnight the Son of God born
Merry Christmas who follow His call.
*For Kim Merryman's Here We Go Caroling Contest.
Hearing the jingling bells of Santa's sleigh,
Hanging silver tinsel on the tree for trim,
My cousin and I going sledding all day,
Reading the story of Scrooge and Tiny Tim.
Building a house made of spicy gingerbread,
And hearing a Bing Crosby Christmas tune,
Leaving out cookies before going to bed,
Seeing eight tiny reindeer flying by the moon.
Santa Claus bringing toys down our chimney,
Almost every house twinkling with lights,
Cutting down a fresh, pine Christmas tree,
Hanging antique ornaments, so shiny and bright.
Grandma and I baking my favorite cookies,
Shopping for Christmas gifts in every store,
A fireplace with a stocking hung just for me,
And singing Christmas carols at every door.
My hometown covered in glistening, white snow,
And the sweet, minty taste of a candy cane,
Presents containing treasures we wouldn't know,
And drawing snowflakes on a frosty window pane.
My Mom making a snowman, as perfect as can be,
Decking the halls with garlands, wreaths and more,
Whispering wishes to Santa, sitting on his knee,
And the excitement we all had the night before.
December 12th, 2013
It’s been a decade, even more,
Since I had one long rest,
When I could happily relax
Forgetting that I’m stressed.
I want a cruise, an awesome cruise
On a luxury ship
Down South America’s warm coast
And then around its tip!
In fact, I’d travel all the world
While taking my sweet time,
But such a thing I’d need to do
On someone else’s dime!!
This perfect Christmas gift, however,
I may never get. . .
I’ll keep on dreaming of it, though,
Because I’m not dead yet!
For The Perfect Christmas Gift Contest of Deb Wilson
On that Christmas eve I walked out alone
Passing sleeping fields glistening with snow
A lovely pristine carpet unmarked by man
In the midnight sky a mystic moon aglow
Here the quiet was deep and full of nature's joy
No man made sound , only the night bird's call
The scent of evergreen's on a gentle breeze
I walked until the snow began to gently fall
Reluctantly I turned my feet toward home
The city streets decked with garland and light
To face the madness of Christmas morning
But to recall this, and yes that other, silent night
My white Christmas dreams had come true,
As the dim twilight began to close in,
Then my winter wonderland faded to blue,
I was lonesome with no happiness within.
On a Christmas night, so lonely and blue,
Surrounded by four decked, empty walls,
Sitting by the tree, just thinking about you,
As white snowflakes continued to fall.
As the pine tree twinkled with brilliant light,
My smile was lost, nowhere to be found,
Though the ornaments were shining bright,
I missed your warmth, not presently around.
Pretty, paper packages of red and green,
Are there, anticipating you at my door,
The crackling fireside, cheerful and serene,
Just as it was, the Christmas before.
I long for your kiss under the mistletoe,
So, how sad and lonely would I be,
Looking out at that faded blue snow,
If you're not here with me?
Written by : Kelly Deschler
For Giorgio V.'s contest - "A Song Inspires A Poem"
My poem was inspired by the song, "Blue Christmas" by Elvis Presley
my saddest christmas ever
has'nt came to be
but in a very few days
it will happen to me
the presents i thought of
will never be bought
the gifts and decorations
have all come to naught
the love i wished to happen
won't happen this christmas day
because the one i loved the most
has sadly passed away
so i have yet to greive
on that wonderful occasion
no one will love me
with such dedication
my heart has need to give
that special kind of love
but with no one to give it to
my heart it seems stopped up
i can only imagin
the fun we would have shared
exchanging our silly presents
showing how much we cared
going out shopping
will be a lonely task
there won't be anyone there
for me to share romance
but still i'll spend this christmas
with her on my mind
i wish she were here
we would have had a good time
so this will surely be
my saddest christmas ever
will my saddness ever leave
my heart keeps saying never
A time to love*
A time to care
A time to give
A time to share
To think of the needy
To think of the poor
To think of the homeless
To think of the cure
To hug the lonely
To attend the sick
To cheer the hopeless
To cuddle the meek
The Christ is coming
The Christ is born
Our hearts we open
Our souls we adorn!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 DECEMBER 2014
*ATTENTION: This poem was posted on the 17th of December and
was very well received ( 14 comments, 140 visits) unfortunately my
computer deleted it therefore I repost it to keep it with the rest of my
poems. I am sorry. Thank you!
The time has come to string the lights and decorate the tree,
Fix-up the barn an' house a mite for all the folks to see,
Cause Christmas time's around the bend, an' Santa's underway
A-makin' toys for girls an' boys, an' gifts to fill his sleigh.
The widder Jones, from down the road, her cook-stove's bellerin' smoke,
She makes tamales ever year for passin' city-folk.
But through the year she cusses 'em for just a-passin' by,
An' raisin’ dust she’s gotta to sweep when that ol' road is dry.
The school put on their annual play and that turned into fun.
They cast my nephew as the babe; he played the Holy Son!
The Wise Men never had a chance. They got a real surprise,
When baby Jesus tossed his milk an' caught one in the eyes.
But ever year I'm still amazed by changes folks can make,
Like Mister Groves, a stubborn coot I'd often like to shake.
He turns a leaf at Christmas time, an' acts just like a saint,
He'll drive to town an' do for folks that's crippled, sick an' cain't.
On Christmas Day, the kids in town get stockings filled with loot.
For some it's still a mystery but it's that "stubborn coot".
I saw him late one Christmas Eve a-tendin' to the chore;
For ever kid, in ever house, he left one at the door.
It never snows on Christmas Day, it's mostly never missed.
No sleighs to ride or sleds to slide, the things could fill a list,
But there's no other place on Earth at any time of year
That holds a light to what we have, the people livin' here.
We've shared our lives an' memories, each dream, desire an' plan.
We've touched each other ever way that God designed for man.
With all their strengths and weaknesses, we love 'em still the same
When Christmas time's around the bend, an' times that have no name.
You're off and running once again
The day has hardly begun
The electronics store, the big box stores
Remember when shopping was fun?
You're out of breath thinking about it
Heart's pumping a mile a minute
You try to check out your harried brain
But you can't find anything in it!
So there you go, you're on your way
Your mind is all a-flutter
Careful now, watch where you're going
You almost stepped in the gutter!
Your eyes are glazed and tearing up
With a look that's totally blank
Sure hope your purchases are covered
With enough dough in the bank!
Your tiny brain is filled to the top
With a myriad of important thoughts
Then finally the shopping is over
And every present is bought!
All shopped out so now you plop
In your comfortable easy chair
The madness is finally behind you
As your snoring fills the air!
© Jack Ellison 2012
If I could have a Christmas miracle,
I would surely like to go
Back to Mama’s bounteous table
And the ones that I loved so.
My dear daddy would still be there,
My brothers and my son,
My young husband and my mama
Before the sad times had begun.
And because this is a miracle,
My sweet granddaughter too,
Would be sitting by her grandpa
Whom in life she never knew.
My daddy would give the prayer of thanks,
The rest would say amen.
When all the food was passed around
Grand feasting would begin.
Every morsel would taste just like it did,
When I was an active child
And had whetted up my appetite
With hours of running wild.
My brothers would do some joshing,
My daddy would joke a bit.
With so much love around that table
You could stick a fork in it.
Not another thing could I ask for
Nor more blessings from above,
It I could have a day again
Of such pure and endless love.
Oh the Christmas tree
standing ever stout.
Hear the children’s glee
when they search you out.
In the wood you stand
evergreen crisp spice.
Branches stretch; expand
beauty to entice.
Atop star will shine
for shepherds to see.
Telling birth divine
guiding wise men three.
Oh the Christmas tree
with arms spread real wide.
Lovely sight you’ll be
when you’re brought inside.
Copyright © 2008 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Flurries sway on brocade of her pinkish gown
It’s Christmas night, breath rising from fresh lips,
A graceful face looks on as tinsels surround
Bouquet of orchids clutched by fingertips.
She paces a walk down through a chapel aisle,
Rhapsody of carols hums of new life
While he, entranced by rare sight parts a smile
Exchanging oaths so warm, man to bride-wife.
The hallway rouses with cheer and merriment
December groom takes spouse for glides of waltz
And best man toasts, “Jane, don’t nag for the rent ;
Sean, always laugh at her old jokes with applause.”
After chimes for kisses ring, her back turns
Unfurling bouquet of orchids, mid- air
A catch huddled by one whose fate confirms
Same magic of a wedded bliss; love’s flair!
Shadow's Contest:Getting Married at Christmas...
by nette onclaud
I stand at the brink of Christmas
Wondering how it will be
It's not just about Santa
Or a decorated tree
Certainly not the shopping
Waiting in all those long lines
It seems the Savior's Birthday
Has escaped so many minds
It's nice to have traditions
Sipping egg nog by the fire
Yet if we take a moment
Our thoughts can go much higher
Not just some fairy tale
Like a reindeer and red nose
Instead the Birth of Jesus
In a manger with swaddling clothes
So let us join with angels
Celebrate this great event
God's Son taking human form
A gift that was Heaven sent
Amidst all of the glitter
We forget the honored guest
If he sits at our table
The day will truly be blessed
I finally get it.
It has nothing to do with me.
I opened the eyes in my heart
and now I truly see.
I know that I'll be locked up
and that I wont get a toy.
But my heart is beating like a drum
and it's drumming in the Christmas joy.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Thank you Father for your Son.
The gift of my salvation
after my time on earth is done.
What an awesome present.
There isn't anything I want more.
I asked Him to come into my heart
and He walked right through the door.
I was feeling sad and lonely.
It's hard to be happy here in jail.
But when I think of Jesus' Birthday.
It makes me smile without fail.
Merry Christmas everybody!
I hope you feel it too.
If you've got the bah humbugs.
It's not about me or you.
It's about our Lord Jesus.
The gift that everyone can share.
God gave to us His only Son.
So let Him know how much you care.
I wrote this one Christmas when I
was in jail and thought I lost it
but there it was in my memory.
Merry X-mas everyone and God Bless you.
Jinglebells, jinglebells, jingle.
I can hear their gentle ringing.
Christmas music makes me tingle.
Choralers at front door singing.
Christmas cheer, Christmas cheer, cheering.
Hustle and rustle and tussle,
Christmas noises are endearing.
Join in the Christmas bustle.
Church bells ringing, children singing,
Telling the old Christmas story.
Angels in Heaven are bringing
Praises for Him in his Glory.
Christmas noise, Christmas noise, Christmas
All part of the Christmas time show.
Here to Panama of Isthmus
It's Christmas where ever we go.
The light slowly wafts over to my mind
Pleasant images appear to my eyes
Bringing the most joys of Christmas in kind
The star of Bethlehem no one denies
Following, I want to see our savior
I find a manger where Holy One lies
There smiling being on best behavior
Animals and peace surround in the skies
Soon shepherds arrive with smiles on faces
The babe coos at their joy that within keep
Mary cries tears of pride at great voices
And Joseph displays love all throughout seep
This holiest day of the year, I weep
For love in all, everyone filled with joy
He’ll hold me forever, my soul to keep
This bundle of love, this Bethlehem boy
'Tis that time again to bedeck the tree with decorations!
Untangling the string of lights is one of my annual frustrations!
Naughty words are said but when all is said and done, you'll,
Happily declare that sans a Christmas tree it wouldn't be a Yule!
Placed No. 9 in Kim Merryman's "Here We Go A Caroling" Contest - January 2013
A pretty Christmas wreath I’ve fashioned, and it’s very sweet;
Sweet like you, my special one, because it’s even more. . .
More than just a wreath, it’s candy coated, made to eat!
Eat from it, my darling man. Don’t hang it on your door!
Your door does not require this wreath with chocolates replete;
replete with caramels, mints and gumdrops, too, placed on this ring.
This ring of homemade goodness to entice you, dear, I bring.
I bring it now, for next to you, there’s no one else as sweet!
Inspired by Dr. Ram Mehta's "Christmas Wreath" Contest