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Christmas Grandfather Poems | Christmas Poems About Grandfather

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10 Things to Eat Instead of Red Meat

Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef

Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart

Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats

Just go easy on them
Tasty Swaps

Fish or chicken
With hamburgers
Try Veggie burgers

With Stir-fry
Try Fried tofu
With lasagna
Try Eggplant slices

With salad
Try tuna or broiled egg
With Breakfast
Try turkey or soy links

With Casserole
Try lentils and rice
With Chili
Try beans (canned or dried)

With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus


Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |


Santa is the grandfather of all children,
he lets them sit on his leg and tells them many stories;
if they are sad, he laughs hard and promises them toys:  
they think is funnier than a circus clown!

Santa knows that some of them won't have a Merry Christmas
without a mom and dad who can buy them presents;
others are ill and need love more than dolls and trains
and for them he's got some special to make them smile for hours:
a sleight ride to the North Pole while reindeers wiggle their tails...
over towns, over clouds they fly to reach the land of Polar bears!

Santa is the grandfather of all children, they are the reason of his cheer
and he understands them regardless of their native language;
they hold hands and dance around him singing, " Jingle Bells. "
How happy and proud he seems for that wonderful and precious patronage:
the innocence of the little ones who can and will build a world without fear! 
We can be like them by putting our differences aside and be true friends!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |


Grandpa has a car A nice old red car He loves to take it for a long drive He calls the car, Missy No one but Grandpa is allowed to take Missy for a drive Grandpa has a cat She is very furry and fat She loves to eat the rats I really don’t like cats But I like Grandpa’s cat Grandpa misses Grandma He wrote her a song She’s been gone for so long I heard she’s dinning with the angels I have never met my Grandma My Grandpa is very old His age I’ve not been told I really do miss my Grandpa He gives the best hugs I can’t wait to visit Grandpa this Christmas! By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © SylviaChika 2016

Copyright © Sylvia Chika | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

A Scarred and Broken Man

Two tragedies made a man bitter and hard.
Life became intolerable after he was scarred.
On Christmas Day his granddaughter fell in his pool and drowned.
Because of that terrible accident, that poor girl is no longer around.

When he found her dead body, he was horrified by what he saw.
Just six months earlier, he also lost his daughter and son-in-law.
Now he hates Christmas more than he would a plague.
Just the mention of Christmas fills this man with rage.

This man became so bitter that his heart is now as black as coal.
Those tragedies destroyed his life, they sure did take their toll.
His granddaughter was taken far too soon, she was only five.
Ten Christmases have passed since but he still mourns because they didn't survive.

(This is a fictional poem)

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Heroic Couplets |

Santa and Ms Claus

’Twas the night before Christmas and Santa was checking, 
That his daughter was ready, the reindeers confessing, 
That she’d left her partner for the few days that begged, 
For her attention, for her spirit to be released and pegged; 
That she’d done all her sit ups and exercises in the gym, 
Which she enjoyed every other day with or without him, 
That she’d posted her last blog on her Cool Dude site, 
About what people values to use for a lonely kid tight; 
That she’d bought her last surprise present for her dad, 
Online, in the last minute christmas bargain sales to be had; 
That she’d bought new boots for this years trek alone, 
Since her old ones were worn, holed, and needed sown;
And he asked her if she’d enjoyed her girlfriends’ party, 
For christmas cheer and good essence to spread hearty;   
And he offered her a sample shampoo he got in the post, 
If her friends hadn’t made her hair so glamorous, the most; 

She then uploaded a photo of her and Rudolf for Instagram,
Which was viewed by many diversities and nationalities, slam:
So they both took off in sleigh with bells loud with chime, 
Because this was the day that was their favourite time. 

Rhoda Monihan 

Merry Christmas everyone! With love 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |

O What A Night

O What A Night

My name is Benny, and I was one of those shepherds who were watching over the sheep the night that Jesus was born.  It's a night that we will never forget, nor cease to tell others about our encounter of a lifetime.  How could we ever forget those sudden sounds and how the heavenly host lit up the night sky?

I remember from a very young child on my grandfather’s knee, stories were read to me from the Book of Isaiah. But who could be sure when these things would happen?  Would it happen in my life time?  Only God knew for sure, even though the prophets were clear about the times and seasons for the Christ child.

I was always gazing into the sky, but I saw nothing extraordinary that night.  Who would have thought that an amazing announcement would be made in an open field to lowly shepherds?  And never in a million years would I have thought that we would be among the first recipients of an amazing message about the  Messiah’s birth.  Well, that’s what happened.

On a dark and quiet night as we tended our flocks, we were startled as an angel suddenly appeared!  We were quickly put at ease by the angel's calming voice as he told us the purpose for his appearance.  I had to pinch myself, wondering if I was dreaming.  We followed the angel’s instructions and went into Bethlehem where we met Joseph and Mary, and were among the first to see Jesus. He looked as normal as any baby I've seen, except for his eyes.  His eyes, so clear and pure, said to me, "I love you."

We shared with them the things that we were experiencing, and they appeared to be as amazed as we were and hungered to hear more.  We told them everything that we encountered.  Afterwards, we started spreading the news all over town.  O what a night!  I felt like a major player in this awesome event, being privileged to share the best news the world had ever heard.  Sure, angels had appeared to  Abraham and Moses, but I found it hard to imagine that I, a shepherd, had been visited by a heavenly being.

We later heard that there were wise men from the East who presented to Jesus gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh. We also learned that the King felt threatened by Jesus.  We were among many that night who went about doing their assigned task and returned to their jobs. None of us considered ourselves to be anyone special, because we all realized that the baby born in the Bethlehem manger was the only one special.
11212015 contest: Christmas With Christ

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

The Perfect Christmas Gift

The perfect gift
Is often a myth
It's clearly out of reach

You're already gone
Never to respawn
But listen to me preach

The best gift of all
Is hearing your call
And having you back with me

It's been too long
I wrote us a song
I wish you were here to see

Christmas is about love
The innocence of a dove
But also family

Grandpa that's you
We all know it's true
I fall right under your tree

You are my gift
That one wish
I'll glance up at the moon

I'll blow you a kiss
It'll never miss
Grandpa I'll see you soon

Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

Rechargeable Electric Mosquito Bat

Rechargeable Electric Mosquito Bat

Ho, ho,ho..!  

What a joyous Christmas season it is gonna be…
This little gift my favourite little gal has just bought me…
Tore away the gift wrappings to reveal another  plastic wrapping……
Shades of blue with a coastal scene and a hue of orange…
Turn it over, the same shades of blue and a set of instructions…

Hefted and gingerly ran fingers all over  this gift for confirmation…
As realisation slowly dawns and elation builds up to a crescendo..
I spied a rounded sticker, prominently displayed with a design logo…
Slowly I carefully read the words inscribed in the black outer rim of the sticker..
Rechargeable Electric Mosquito Bat, clearly lettered in bold white colour…

Ho, ho, ho..! 

Gave out a pent up whoop of lengthy cackled laughter..
A Rechargeable Electric Mosquito Bat, just what I have been after…
Felt an adrenalin rush, knowing now I can be the master…
Come what may, mosquitoes by the hundreds I shall not falter..

In my hands now, a supreme weapon of destruction made in China…
With a mere flick of a switch and a wave, every mosquito will be cinder…
I can almost smell the acrid aroma of a roasted flying mosquito..
And hear the shrill sizzling of another hapless insect  in death throes.. 

Ho, ho, ho..!

Can’t wait till night fall when the little flying creatures come a calling…
Gonna to stay alert for quick kills when the mosquitoes come flying…
Maybe I should go about the house and start a mosquito hunting exercise..
Better still, let me get my windbreaker jacket, I'll go outside for an immediate exercise…

If I get started now, I will have a headstart and man, I will get to kill hundreds..
Today is the dawn of Armaggedon for all those pesky mosquitoes and flying insects…
Maybe neighbour Joe would like to join me in this worthwhile mission..
Heck, think I will pop over and invite him along and together we’ll see some action…

Hey, Grandad, where are you going with that gadget now? 
These instructions, they  say you’ve got charge it for 10 hours first time round!


Copyright © KENG CHUAN SENG | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

What is Christmas

 What is Christmas
Christmas time is here the smell of the Pine needles from the tree.the never ending twinkle in the kids eyes glistening off strand after strand of twinkle lights and ice sickles.
Stockings Stuffed full of Christmas cheer and wishes from kids around the world grandma baking her cookies for Santa mom making her favorite red and green rice crispy treats for the kids and don't forget grandad sitting in his rocking chair telling us stories of when he was a kid and Christmas past. For each of us Christmas is different we all have our own traditions. But one thing we all share is Love forgiveness and the willingness to look past all the bad a year had brought to you and for this 1 day We are friends family and wish the best to each other Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night !
Written Bye Shawn A Pry

Copyright © Shawn Pry | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |



a crown of delight
a circle of hope
a knocker’s decoration

december came knocking
just before christmas
it was the brisk wind

a baby removed from her crib
from the one who used to
play peek-a-boo with her

a christmas without a tree
a wooden truck nearby
crafted by a carpenter

three days before christmas
a truck explodes past a stop sign
a card exposed to tire treds

we make a solemn trip
in the cold dark winter
two beloved children return

to the place they were born
they don’t even mourn
for their grandpa is dead

Kim Rodrigues © December 2016

My Grandpa died when I was 2 years old. They put a wreath up that year. He never liked them for they used to signify the death of a loved one. Many years later, my Grandma says, “You know you were your Grandpa’s favorite” So I dedicate this poem to him who was a carpenter but also a poet!

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016