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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.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |

Untie The Knot This Christmas

Untie the knot this Christmas,
Have a look inside
At the gift you have been given,
It may be to 'cool' to hide!

Undo the layers of wrapping,
Find out what's hidden there.
Be careful how you open it;
It says, "Handle with care."

Unto you this gift is given,
It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'.
He sends this blessed present,
With unrequisite love.

Understand there is no motive.
This gift is free indeed.
It's given to each person,
Who truly has a need.

Unlock your heart this Christmas,
Let peace and joy flow through.
Then Christmas will be special;
Especially for you!!

Copyright © Robert Davidson | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

12 days of Christmas Remix

On the First day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A starfish from the vast sea
On the Second day a Christmas my true love gave to me...
Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Five pearl rings,Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling, and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eight eerie eels, Seven seals swimming,Six silver dollars,Five pearl rings,Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Nine Norway lobsters, Eight eerie eels,Seven seals swimming,six silver dollars,five pearl rings, four whales waving,three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters,eight eerie eels, seven seals swimming, six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eleven teeny frog eggs, Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, Eight errie eels, Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawing and a starfish from the vast sea
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
An aquarium to keep them happy, Eleven teeny frog eggs, ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, eight eerie eels , seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea.

 "remix 12 days xmas song"

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2011

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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.

Copyright © Jim Fish | Year Posted 2009

Details | Narrative |


Many Christmas stories are told every year,
and many songs are sung with pure cheer;
do I have a good story, at least one, I can tell,
or a simple song I can hum and spread good will?

When Lisa's grandmother passed away unexpectedly...
by her dying bed she kept an ivory music box,
and to her lovely granddaughter she gave it
to saying," Take care of it, and smile when you think of me!"

The day after granny died, she went down the dark cellar
to hide the ivory music box in an old dresser's drawer,
and once in a while she would open it and play it and listen to it sadly;
the pretty angel swirled...and Silent Night played as Lisa touched it tenderly.

It was almost Christmas Day and the pine tree wasn't decorated yet,
she rushed outside carrying a red basket with ornaments in it;
how could she had forgotten to adorn it with bulbs and garlands?
" Oh gosh, I feel like the Grinch!"  she displeasingly uttered to herself. 

There was no snow predicted for that evening and the illuminated town
was lacking Nature's magical snowflakes to make it festive and vibrant;
five minutes to midnight the choir from the nearest church gathered outside,
and waited for a miracle...silence...tranquility...every heart felt so alone.

But Lisa with an indomitable spirit ordered them to sing, 
and they began singing looking up the clearest, starriest sky;
everyone seemed sad and some of them wanted to cry,
but before sadness set in...snowflakes began falling.

Lisa knew that it was the miracle she had been waiting for,
but something was missing from the snowy scenery...
she remembered her ivory music box she had put away,
and running, with awe in her bright eyes, she opened the cellar's door...

Clutched in her caring, careful hands, she carried the ivory music box,
laid it gently underneath the twinkling, scented Christmas Tree;
Lisa kissed it tenderly...until the golden angel started to swirl at midnight,
as that divine music filled the nippy air...making all cheeks so peachy.        

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

Country Christmas

“Country Christmas Carol”      ---  dedicated to my family

 by  Miriam  McCue (creator of flamingo art, & poetry.so far.)

We love to sing Christmas songs,
My Grandson Bubba and I.
And when we sing Country Christmas.
We almost make the angels cry.

A Merry Country Christmas
To all those great Country Folk,
And even to the City Slickers,
Who also love to drink and smoke.

We’ll take a drink for Bubba, Aunt Mike and Cousin Jim, 
And hope that this Christmas,
They’ll say a prayer and sing a hymn.

Gather round the still, 
Country People all.
 And hold up Uncle Bill
So the old coot doesn’t fall. 

A Merry Country Christmas, 
One full of country joy.
Little Willie wanted a 12 gauge,
But all he got was a toy.

Copyright © Miriam McCue | Year Posted 2009

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The Sun Is In The Sky (A Christmas poem)

What a lovely day it is
The sun is in the sky.
The wind has stopped its howling,
I feel very much alive.

I gaze out of my window
It’s peaceful and serene.
I look up at his smiling face
And say, "Where have you been?"

His smile gets wider, brighter
The clouds all disappear;
He says," I’ve just been hiding
But now I’ve reappeared.

"I’ll brighten up your garden
And the gently flowing stream;
With a myriad of colours
That will make your life a dream.

"I’ve stopped by for a moment
To bring you some good cheer,
to wish you a Merry Christmas
and a Happy, Bright New Year."

Copyright © Robert Davidson | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

Sea of gold

Lustrous waves of wheat, 
Peppered with blues and reds, 
Dancing in the wind, 
Slowly swaying, rippling, 
Flap and flutter, 
Tranquil, peaceful, 
Sundance of
Rising, dropping, 
Rows and rows, 
Of rich yellow, 
Golden sea.
(20th Aug 2014)

Copyright © Angela Johnston | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |

Christmas at sea

Christmas at Sea. 

Once I was kicked by a mule, as I was remonstrating, 
a dog interfered and bit my ankle. There is something 
deeply embarrassing to lose arguments to animals.
Guayaquil, Colombia, I hadn´t gone ashore for fun but to 
buy food stuff for the crew. Since it was a few days before 
Christmas and even our Moslems crew liked something 
extra. It is difficult to get into the festive mood when it is 
hot and I had been bitten and kicked, Jesus was born in 
a barn which is a good place to be a cold winter night as 
animals exude good warmth. I marvel of the nativities of 
Joseph, a finer man than me; a person unsung through 
times.  Chicken for Christmas, not pork, in every mess 
hall there were a coloured trees, since the Islamists do not 
drink there was peace on earth; I forgave the mule and 
the bloody, yellow monster of a dog. And silently the old 
tramper ploughed the sea on her way to Jamaica, where 
the seaman´s priest would invite us Christians to sing
psalms and hand out little presents of socks and gloves     
knitted by kind ladies back in Norway.

Copyright © jan oskar hansen | Year Posted 2012

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Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?

And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 

Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.

There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2009

Details | Villanelle |


The Christmas tree stands alone
But still decorated with lights glowing
The family has come and gone

A misty tear drop with a quiet groan
Remembering the days when they were home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Wanting little ones to come and crawl in zone
Of the blanket, packages, and decorations
The family has come and gone

Leftover food, torn wrap, lights that shone
Guiding them to this warm old home
The Christmas tree stands alone

Dirty dishes, soiled placemats, candles blown
Still longing for them at home
The family has come and gone

Time passes, situations change
The love in my heart remains the same
The Christmas tree stands alone
The family has come and gone

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2009

Details | Acrostic |

A Christmas Love Story

Cherish the new born king
Hark the herald and
Ring the toll bells
It's Christmas time again and
Santa is on his way as the
Tinsel is strewn and mistletoes are hung
Mama got caught once again 
Alone kissing a guy dressed in red
So I dashed to my window and through open the shutters
Looking upon the roof
Over and over again I somehow now
Vow to remain true in
Even believing in this little Christmas tale of a hymn 

Merry Christmas To All Soupers And Staff
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Christmas Love Acrostic Contest

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

Mind And Then The Body (Christmas 2009)

Christmas Day 2009,
I went to see my grandma for what I'm sure will be the last time,
I enter the code and into the door,
Into the lift to the second floor,
Past the T.V room and an eerie feeling tilted and odd,
The folks in Christmas hats are all on the nod,
The smell of a cheap roast n the stench of getting old,
And my grandma mumbles that the rooms too cold,
She wants to go for a walk but she doesn't know where,
She doesn't remember who I am...
It doesn't seem fair that she was once smart, feisty and bold,
Ive never, not once, thought I'll get that old..
Cant take it, Don't want to see it, the guilt, my grandma all alone,
She lost her mind, her bodies going and it all stated in an old peoples home.

Copyright © Ed Browne | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

I Hear the Christmas Bells

So relieved at the Christmas bells,
Which abound in stores and on cards,
That we hear on Christmas Eve,
From churches sounding for their services,
Reminding us that there's a story behind it. 

A bell can be rung to call someone,
Stating that a person is in need,
Endorsing an act of service in care,
Whether you close a window or feed.

It reminds us that all people have the entitlement,
To presume their right to be cared for,
And not just accept what their carer wants to give,
But demand the help which lets them live how they want to live. 

A bell can chime the last call at the pub,
Signalling you to abstract and summarise your conversation,
Collect yourself, your thoughts and conclude,
And feel the warmth that your friend has given you.

And of course, bells remind us of history,
That old technology which stood for so many things and operations in the past,
Like calling lifts or elevators,
Signing to shopkeepers that customers had just come in the door of the store,
Announcing danger ahead for a ship (like the Titanic),
Locating a lost dog or cat (now done with a GPS).

An elevator's bell never asked for your weight,
A store's door bell didn't specify your identity,
And a care call bell didn't state your request,
Nor how it was to be given.

I like bells, because they make me feel secure,
They suggest that making another aware of your presence or problem is fine,
And they normally sound so happy, so joyful,
Without any suggestion ever of guilt,
About their possible calling purpose at the baggage you may have. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ballad |

The Donkey Carol

(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
               'Pon my back is de Christmas story
               A carry God's son an' mercy
               Down through the ages to wi glory
               De baby born in Bethlehem's manger
               Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger

Ole Balaam let mi carry him
Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy
An angel did appear to him
An' bring me square in history
               Ole Balaam saw a star
               Coming out of Jacob family
               Jesus coming from beyond afar
               To bring all sinners mercy

So one night breda Joseph call mi
Him seh O donkey come carry Mary
I know it was Balaam's prophecy
For Bethlehem's star was bright above me
              No room, no room for the baby
              Not a preacher in the earth was ready
              So mi call 'pon mi animal family
              Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready

The street was full of trafficking
While merchants count their money
Wi sang glory to man's joy born king
Jesus is the manger baby
              Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again
              Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over
              Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain
              Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer

Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free
The covenant of the ark is broken
Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee
Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken
              But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done
              A carry him before the cross
              Mi labor till de second coming of the son
              Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost

This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham
It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts.  It 
tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible 

Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song:
Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go
Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would 
have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was 
considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.

Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

Details | Concrete |

Christmas Tree.

.  .                                                           Oh!
                                                          Each year
                                                        A foot or two
                                                      Making Oxygen. 
                                                  You sacrificed my life.
                                               Chop! Chop!  Chop! Chop!
                                             Some siblings died, also.  Every
                                      Christmas, Buzz!  Chain saw sounds.
                                   Buzz!  Buzz!  Buzz!  Buzz!  Buzz!  Buzz. 
                               It’s all for you, the timbre that sings each year.
                            Ever grew?  Fragrance chopped at the age of new.  
                         My mother matured for many years.  My brothers, too
                       Straight, tall, scented, they stood.  Shining with the sunlight.
                   Fragrant fields of furs and pines, oh, how numbers have declined.  
                  Four.  Six.  Eight.  Twenty feet tall, decorated, in someone’s house 
            Against the wall or in the center of a spacious hall, many trees down are we.
                                                          Green trees!

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

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Christmas Madness

Christmas Madness      Tune: Jingle Bells 4 verses 1 chorus

Sitting in my car
The hour of 3 AM
Try to ope my eyes
I feel like I’m zen

I sip my dunkin drink
Oh how it makes me sleep
I cannot still believe
This crazy season brings.

Blue Lite sale, Blue lite sale, Blue lite all the way
Come inside, it's 3 AM
So I can take a break!

They’re lining up the door
Oh how I dread this time
Oh where’s the season joy
What the heck they’ll find

I really need a grip
How will I fight the crowd
I guess I better go
It’s time to start my job!

Blue lite sale, Blue lite sale, blue lite all the way
Come Inside, it’s 3 AM,
So I can take a break!

Jeralynn B. Clark

Copyright © Jeralynn Clark | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Christmas by the Sea


I've spent Christmas in the mountains
And in the city with flowing fountains
But the best Christmas by far for me
Was when I spent Christmas by the sea

I looked at the water of azure blue
And felt serenity through and through
The whisper of the waves upon the shore
Sent thoughts of joy to every pore

I remembered the times of Christmas past
The memories that will always last
When we would rise on Christmas morn
And read of the day when  Christ was born

The child who in a manger lay
The Christ Child born to show the way
To salvation free for you and me
These things I ponder here by the sea

I raise my hands to God above
I thank Him for his boundless love
A love so great, He sent His Son
We'll live with Him when life is done

So if you have an opportunity
To spend a Christmas by the sea
Listen to the sound of the ceaseless waves
And think of the Christ Child who came to save

Gaze at the beauty of the ocean blue
And feel the love He had for you
If you do, perhaps you'll see
Why I love Christmas by the sea

	Curtis Moorman
	1 September 2011

	Inspired by my 8 year old grandson

Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Bama's Night Before Christmas

Bama’s Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through Bryant-Denny,
The championship banners were whipping in the wind, as a constant reminder
That the Tide never gives in. With the mood set and the time just right.    
Our Boys were getting ready for one heck of a fight!

The air was brisk and the stands were cold,
But that soon would change as the Bama pride and tradition soon would unfold.
For the stadium would soon fill with a sea of crimson and white,
And the smell of victory would soon fill the air on that glorious night.

When out on the empty field echoed such a clatter,
So I ran onto the field to see what was the matter.
Straight to the fifty in a mad dash,
Even I was absolutely amazed that I was there in a flash.

Then in the end-zone what should appear,
But a Crimson tour bus and eight “Big Al” reindeer;
And out stepped a man, with his playbook in hand and with a brief pause,
Thundered: “My name is Nick… and there’s no relation to that man named Claus”.   

Then, a ghostly cheer from an absent crowd was calling his name,
As the ol’ coach proudly would exclaim: 
“This is Arenas and Cody and Grant and Hightower,
And Ingram and Jones and Maze and McElroy.”

A suggestion to those with this burdensome task…the fight was on indeed,
He hurried onto the turf, with a burning desire to succeed.   
His eyes, how attentive - his face was beaming, 
His cheeks were crimson, his nose was the same… as his blood was steaming.

He had an intent face that seemed like stone; lacking Mt. Cody’s enormous belly
That quivered like a crimson sea full of jelly.
And jolly ol’ Nick divertingly uttered a Roll-Tide-Roll! 
As the opposing team easily folded as the ladder this unfortunate entry foretold.

Then he faced his boys and also the fans and to all he told,
“Merry Christmas to All and to All a Roll-Tide-Roll!

Copyright © Jerry West | Year Posted 2009

Details | Acrostic |

Thank You ,Lord, This Christmas

Another holiday season.
Lots of success.
Legacy being built.

People may hate on me.
Refuse to let them shake me.
All things work together for my good.
In Your plan for my life. 
Seeds being sown.
Everyday is a winding road.
So, I’ll roll with the punches.

Tough days I had this year.
Owe mighty praises to You mighty Father.

You helped me do things that I never thought I could do.
Only You are the key to prosperity. You Father,
Unlocked the doors that I had locked due to my negativity.

wrote 12-25-09

Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |

Christmas Lights in Inverness - for Carolyn's contest.

Every year, on a chosen date in November The Xmas lights, are turned on in their splendour Through our town centre, and along the River Ness They bring cheer to the season, in their illuminated finesse On the very same night, Santa appears He is telling the children that Xmas is near As they walk through the town centre, singing carols of song They follow his sleigh, for with Santa they belong This year is a first, as there will be charity lanterns To raise funds for so many, who all become our concern In Inverness Scotland, at this special time of the year To all you out there, we wish you the best of Highland cheer My entry into Carolyn's " Christmas in your Town " contest. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/inverness.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

Christmas Surprise

A blue sky brings wondering eyes
A peaceful sight with so much delight
As the suns rays breach the sky's above 
Letting the clouds shine and flow with
Its wonderus glow. As night falls the sun
moves on bringing the moon around
for its night time fun, The sky's turning dark
The stars beginning to appear, A radiant sight for 
All this time of year. As the temperature drops the
Sky fades to black as clouds move in for there
Quick night time trick. A sight of no other begins to 
Appear as white little fairies drop down so clear,
A wonderful sight i have never seen landing down so 
Gracefull and neat. A snowy merical arrives
To night, to break Christmass morning with such delight.

Copyright © Joanie Yeager | Year Posted 2008