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Christmas Magic

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.


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Jingle Bells

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


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O Holy Night

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". First Place Entry.


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Christmas Time's Around the Bend

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.


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my saddest christmas ever

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


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This Perfect Christmas Gift

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


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DECEMBER'S ORCHIDS


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!


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12/03/2013
Shadow's Contest:Getting Married at Christmas...
by nette onclaud


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Twas The Night Before Christmas

"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.


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Sheer Shopping Madness



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


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My Christmas Miracle

. 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.


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Sweet Christmas Wreath

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


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My Memories Of Christmas

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


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Jingle Bells

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.


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LOSING MY MISLETOE


As Christmas beckons with season of cheer
I recall how we met, a hallway outside
Right after a break from opera’s premiere;
Offering your neck- scarf, we gently smiled.
 
Flurries drifted while in haste I agreed,
Invite for tea as we watched the moon sink
'Till season’s next, nuptial  joy  pealed
A dawning ‘neath mistletoe... chain-linked.
 
Tonight, the lights consume your willow eyes       
Bestowing grace from Magi stars above
Flashback of theme songs yearns for  unity;
Enduring silver- year of timeless love.
 
Yuletide cloaks face of time;  you call my name
From springtime’s budding to December’s snow,     
Alone, I toast reveries etched on life’s acclaim
Kisses missed from my long gone mistletoe.



Rhonda J. Saunder's A Kiss Under The Mistletoe
12/21/2013


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Truly Blessed

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



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Happy Birthday Jesus

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.


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O Christmas Tree

'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


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A Christmas Wish in a Poem

Hey Santa, to tell you the truth, I feel a bit strange
It seems like it’s been eons since I sat upon your lap
I hope you don’t mind as this may cause you some strain!
I’ve been busy playing your role- merely filling in the gap

So you see, I’m really grateful for this time to spend with you
My Christmas wish is for our children; countless, around the world
I wish that they’d be given half the chance, a peaceful life to ensue
And may each, aptly recall that good choices do extol

May it be written upon their hearts that patience saves the day
Tomorrow will come eventually along with its concerns
That honesty and loyalty are virtues to display
Pray God for grace and wisdom, and the knowledge to discern

There may come a time when they may doubt their worth; comparing lives
However, give them assurance, that worth is not measured by monetary gain
That happiness is not for sale; to love your neighbor each must strive
And mistakes will be made, along the way; it’s called ‘growing pains’

~*~

For Michael's "A Christmas Wish in A Poem" Contest


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A Time Of Good Cheer



Trying hard to keep my spirits up It's that Christmas time of the year When one's reminded of Christmas's past The joy and overflowing good cheer When friends and family all lived close by And the love literally flowed unabated Visits to each other's homes were common Those feelings can't be imitated Now friends and family are scattered wide Modern day caused this sad revelation Even with Skype and instant messaging I feel much more in isolation Friendly kisses and touches are missing Tender words of love and friendship Instead this unfeeling computerized way Just adds to all of life's hardships Trying hard to keep my spirits up It's that Christmas time of the year When one's reminded of Christmas's past The joy and overflowing good cheer © Jack Ellison 2013


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Blue Moonies

I was sitting in my chair one day Not a single care in the world My wife came by and mooned me! The room began to whirl and twirl Almost swallowed my dentures The shock made me quiver and quake Wasn't sure this old body of mine Would be strong enough to take My moustache curled, began to sweat I asked her in a plaintiff tone “Why d'ya want to shock me like that? My heart isn't made of stone!” She laughed and said, “Didn't you notice What was scrawled across me bum?” Said, “Have a very Merry Christmas And good will to everyone!” © Jack Ellison 2012


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A Christmas Tradition

So many traditions run deep in all of our families, And each holiday calls for a memorable and worthy gathering. At Christmas, one tradition fills our hearts with glee! When caught up in the season of joy; sadness, never harboring! We find that it matters not whether a leaf has fallen from our tree, And sailed on angels' wings to join the celebration above. We reminisce of yesteryears assured their spirits are free... Free from turmoil and chaos; free to taste purest love. High upon the Christmas tree, there, amongst sparkling colored balls; Tucked between precious old ornaments and brilliant, festive lights, Hang these amazing balls of glass; bearing the names of all. They're protected by the extra padded skirt made of satin- red and white Time will not dissolve memories or the love and affection which flows, When kindred spirits, on Christmas morn, gather to hear the sacred story. We’d recall the prudent sayings; simple stories that nurture, still, our souls, While in harmony, young ones and old, celebrate God’s majestic glory! ~*~
Note: For the Contest, "Traditions" 12/11 *Ist Place


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A CHRISTMAS STORY TOLD BY THE DOG

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Patrol the house,
In search of that,

Which could cause harm,
To kith or kin,
Though the job is mine,
The cat is my friend,

So he comes along,
To help where he can,
And we have devised,
A workable plan.

He'll give the call,
If he sees something strange,
And I'll come a-runnin',
That's what we've arranged.

The war cry he gives,
Is a terrible screech,
And I have to admit,
It gives me the creeps.

One night 'bout this time,
A few years ago,
We thought we heard something,
Outside in the snow.

The cat crept up,
To the window sill,
And he gave a cry,
That was eerie and shrill.

The folks were all gone.
They were at church,
And up on the roof,
Came a clatter and lurch;

Then some strange old man,
In a funny red suit,
Came down the chimney,
With a sack filled with loot.

Without hesitation,
I was on the attack.
None of our stuff,
Would he put in that sack.

Back up the chimney,
He flew in disgrace,
And reindeer were running,
All over the place.

They took off like a rocket,
Swooped low and then high.
I swear that I never,
Knew reindeer could fly.

Some poor old lady,
Was out in the street,
Never knew what hit her,
It was reindeer feet.

Her husband stood staring,
In total dismay,
And they sing about her,
To this very day;

How on her way home,
From the church which was near,
Grandma got run over,
By eight reindeer.

It's the night before Christmas,
And I and the cat,
Are on the alert,
But he won't be back.




(Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
(walking home from church on Christmas Eve,
(Ohhhh you can say you don't believe in Santa,
(but as for me and Grandpa --- WE BELIEVE!)

(Now you know the whole story)


For Last Fifty Poems Contest by Brian Strand


For DejaVu Christmas  contest by Debbie Guzzi


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Christmas Tree

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


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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

 
 With Christmas carols softly playing
By the fireplace we sing along
And snow flakes in the cold wind swirling
While winter sings  its' chilly song

The scenery turns to a blanket of white
As St. Nick rides by on his sleigh
And children behaving just right 
In hopes he comes their way

People filling up on eggnog
And kids in the snow at play
 And the flames  of the  crackling logs
Warm the heart on the eve of Christmas  day



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If You're Not Here With Me

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