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Details | Rhyme |

Retail Christmas 2

It's one week till Christmas
And we've had enough
Of grumpy old shoppers
Complaining about stuff.

They hate the line-ups,
They hate the cashiers.
They won't be happy 
Till they have us in tears.

The things they are after
Are long gone from the store.
They find it incredulous
We won't be getting more.

Last minute shoppers 
Are a pain in the rump.
Each night by closing
This place looks like a dump.

One more week to go,
I sure hope we make it
But in the meantime
We'll just smile and fake it.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010

Details | List |

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 |

Retail Christmas

It's two weeks till Christmas
And the store is a zoo.
The customers are grumpy
And I guess we are too.

Whatever they're after 
Has already been sold.
If all the tinsels silver,
You can bet they want gold.

The cashiers are all working
As fast as they can.
Would serve the shoppers right
If we just up and ran.

In retail it's hectic
This time of the year
So no matter what happens
Don't let them see fear.

The one day we're closed
Will be Christmas Day
And we've all asked Santa
For an increase in pay.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Employment for an Elf

Being short, I was asked to play an elf
For a mall Santa who had his own beard
The elf suit I’d not have picked for myself
Spock ears, curled shoes and red tights – I looked weird

The regular elf had caught a bad flu
While jolly Saint Nick downed too much eggnog
Rascal Rudolph, sans the eight-reindeer crew,
Grazed on manger hay like a “boarish” hog

Children wanted to sit on Santa’s lap
But his halitosis cast most away
One large boy created quite a mishap
He slid and cracked Santa’s over-packed sleigh

Today I’ll not venture into a mall
They remind me of my worst job of all

*Written November 10, 2014 for Sara’s “Jobs” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

A Material Christmas

It's Christmas! Christmas!
That time of year
When people are filled...
With holiday cheer?

Yeah right. . .
I really do wish it were true
But people are people
Through and through

It's not about happiness anymore
Or in respect to what matters.
In reality it concerns what you get
And the food that is piled on the platters.

What has happened to the world of today?
Where is the 'loving and giving...'?
Now it is all just me, me, me.
Is this a nightmare? Or are we actually living.  

Yep we might have a lot of things
Hang on! Let's add some more
It isn't the family that I'm expecting
But the postman knocking at the door.

When the topic turns to Christmas cheer
Lets go stuff our faces...
Break out all that lovely beer!
Chuck away those graces!

But... Suddenly the month is over
There go all the gifts you gave
Your debt payments crawl closer and closer
And you become a material slave.

Copyright © Annie De Lys | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |


Just a day
“Good Night Mom and Dad” I said before I went to bed. “We love you” they said as they closed the door
Mom comes in and wakes me up “Time to go to school” as my feet hit the floor
I got dressed and ate breakfast and got my book bag and now we are on the go
We sit in the car listening to music “It’s Friday I think I’m a little excited tho
“Alright baby we here” as mom open the door to let me get out
She closed the door and kissed me on the head told me she loved me before she pulled off
Another day of school and it close to Christmas
I can’t wait to see Ashley and Alexus, today is show and tell as I said in a whisper
We had learning center day and Boy! Was it fun!
Today was a free day and on Friday there isn’t much to learn
The room was quite when the was a knock at the door, the door opened
A man with a big gun was standing there; my classmates panicked and started to run
I heard a lot of noises and a lot of screams
I felt a sharp pain in my back as I dropped to my knees
In the distant I heard more screams and then everything went silent
Then I closed my eyes it went dark and on the cold floor I was dying
The other side
It’s Thursday night and off to bed we go 
I kiss my 5 year old son Jaden and told him I loved him so
Alarm clock goes off and it’s around 6:15 in the morning 
I shower got dress and woke up Jaden my little darling
Its Friday, I fixed him breakfast and we headed out for the this last day until the weekend
I enjoyed our little drives to school as we sat in the car singing
I opened the door to let him out once more
Kissed him on the head and told him I loved him ill pick him up around four
I’m at work drinking coffee just talked to my husband on the phone
Got at my desk started to work and the my office phone rung
It’s about 9:30 and it was Jaden’s school
I got the news he was dead and I started to puke
I’m crying uncontrollably don’t know my next move
My son is dead, I can’t believe this news
I hurried to the school in the best of my ability 
I saw the school surrounded by medics, reporters, and police
I ran to a officer and demanded to see my son
He said “I’m sorry ma’am” I can’t do this at this time
At 9:32 my one and only son Jaden was pronounced dead
The shooter was 20 and took my son’s life in his own hands
The questions continue to flow through my head as I search for answers
I don’t need answers I need my son and his laughter
I am now sitting on his bed trying to swallow tears
My husband holds me close as reality nears
My little boy is gone among the other 19 kids
Heaven has 20 new angels now I hope he knew how much I love him  as much as  I did

(To the innocent lives that were lost in the Sandy Hook Elementary shooting)

Copyright © Stefanie Jones | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

The Four Winds of Christmas


Old Rinzburger was dead, 
only his wife has doubts. 
Death certificate had been signed.
by the banker, his best friend, 
He will soon take bids on his property.

An ancient once busy windmill 
dominates the old Rinzburger place
as a memory that comes and goes
in the mind of great-grandma.
Her dementia is getting worse.

Her only child and his wife, 
the last of the Rinzburgers,
have five grown daughters. 
Sixteen grands smile, recalling
Gram's special Christmas feasts.
Like the old family mill	
grandma is one of a kind;
she was driven by the wind
to serve her family and friends
especially during the holidays.

This Christmas may be their last 
Grandma has come as a guest.
Someone brought fried chicken,		
deep-fried from  KFC, with lots of
biscuits and gravy and sides.

The younger male cousins
brought sacks of White Castles,      
and mom picked up a couple of
salads from Kroger-deli
and Haagen-Dazs for dessert.

The winds of Christmas blow,
winds of the past, winds of the almost gone,
winds of the present, and future winds.
Will the Rinzburger fortune be lost;
will the family will drift apart?

Grandpa died last Christmas season
and the old windmill may succumb
but both memories will survive
being torn down, demolished.
Thoughtfully, a grandson asked:

"Why just tear it down? 
It would make a fantastic museum?
Folks could visit and learn so much
about their ancestors' way of life.
And another spoke up:

"We could remodel or modernize it.
Maybe build an addition with electric
power.  We could provide 
jobs for people at a new plant.
Still another grandchild said:

"My vote is to sell it, and donate the funds
to support medical research on
Alzheimer's.  Gran-daddy 
would have done that for Gram."
Then Gram herself waved a fragile hand.

In one of her more lucid moments
she commended all their ideas
"The Rinzburger name may die
but your Grandpa's spirit lives strong."
He would be proud of all of you.

PS: Two years down the road, Rinzburgers gather;
Gram left them on last Christmas Day.
Building and hiring for a new mill  - well-underway. 
The windmill stands in front - a museum.
AFA is slated to receive a generous yearly check
for the Rinzburger Winds of Christmas Fund.

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014

Details | Terzanelle |

Under snow

We wrote your name on the snow, and white will grow
And rise in the large drifts, till the singing pale moon,
Then, in its a week`s journey, the scarlet wind will blow.

Blinding white will arrive at the old luminous steeple, soon;
There, after the season`s ritual sacrifice of the savory pig, 
We keep the lard, without defile it, in the Advent`s noon. 

If presents gather under the Christmas tree , angels in white
Descend from their glass sky with frozen flowers for the windows.
The villagers dream hot wine singing, swimming in their tired sight:

That is the question: Domestic wines, or lyrical Muscat Ottonel ?
Pair to varza calita - steamed cabbage with pork ribs .Idyllic picture …
Garlicky sausages and horse radishes surely brought just from the hell.

Each day, we have to take winter away from our large courtyard
Else, all will be buried in snow. We eat a table of the cold smoked lard
And other foods invented before the postmodernism of Lyotard. 

Salata de boeuf - minced boiled vegetables with meat, mayonnaise 
And a dash of mustard; Tzuica –plum brandy, all kind of grills
 Cow tongue with olives , potateos , Snitzel Viennese or Malinese ,
Sarmale - minced meat with rice, wrapped in pickled cabbage leaves.

Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

A Visit From a Social Worker

His hand reached out to mine, open, 
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, 
Form and blush outlined his expectations, 
But I could see that there may be fear inside. 

Mary restated their predicament, 
That the child was born out with the marriage bond, 
And that people were swaying to the opposite side, 
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm. 

So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions, 
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise, 
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor. 

Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty; 
Was this the predicted son of god? 

He would be free from aggressive victimisation, 
If we could just name him as god's son.

So I suggested to his parents, 
That if the wise men came with a quest, 
To accept the name Jesus Christ, 
And certify the census, no less. 

Freedom for some is in lying, 
When there’s no possible alternatives, 
But I believe Joseph never lied, 
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by. 

The baby hadn’t been named, 
Only the parents last name was changed, 
Made credible for interaction, 
For currency and ware to be exchanged. 

The child would have been suppressed by all, 
Assumed to be dirty and unclean, 
Not for chat or dialogue, 
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call, 
Or for work in any trade for that matter. 

Nothing would ever have been done, 
The poor would never have been healed, 
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled, 
And Christ would not have come. 

Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.

People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials: 
As supervisors of the protected.

Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.

One baby matters to me, 
A life should be saved at any cost and risk, 
Because the abilities you show when young, 
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive, 
But nurtured in acceptance and love.

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Christmas - It's Just Another Day For Me


It's just another day
Another day for me

I won't get any presents
I won't sit beside a lighted tree

It's just another day
Another day to try and survive

Another day to try and find food to eat
Another day to try and stay alive

It always seems to be just another day
Another day to try and do my best

Another day to hug my children
Another day to pray to God to help me rest

Christmas is just another day...
Just as previous years have come before

Another day to sit and wonder
Where I'll be, when I don't have a house anymore

It's just another day to think about
Where and when things went all wrong

To wonder if all of our elected politicians
Care to see what is really going on

I am just an average American
who has always been just fine

But without a job to go too
I've fallen below the poverty line

I don't want to be here
I don't want to lose everything I own

I want to be able to afford the Internet
I want to be able to have a phone

I want to be able to have a car to drive
I want to able to go to work

I want my children to be safe and warm
I want to have some money in my purse

I am sick and tired of all of my days
Being unproductive and the same

I am sick of sleeping hungry and cold
I am sick of not knowing where I am going to stay

I am sick of my life being on hold
I don't want to have to live this way

So Christmas is just another day...
Another day for me to see

All the things that I am missing
Another year my children won't have a tree

But another day to love my children
The bright spots in my life

Another day to go to church and pray
for those who are living just like me
Those who are still living
Daily with my strife.

(December 23,  2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) 

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,

Copyright © christine a kysely | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Ho ho ho

Ring a ling, jingleing
On a  magical fairy tale
Sleigh  bells are ringing
Brrr.. freezing  cold  North Pole

 “Ho ho ho” 

Joyous, rolly polly,  white beard  Santa, 
 is already singing and swaying 
 in his white fur trim  red velvet  suit 
 ready to put  smiles  on all his children 
 big and small out in  the world

“Ho ho ho” 

On Christmas Day  
elf’s he’s employed 
enjoying their busy work
 singing, swinging,  and tinkering 
 to tunes  of Christmas music 
making lots of noise on a
 nimbly ,assembly line  
creating,  never frustrating  
new toys to stuff in Santa’s bag 
for the joy in delivering 
 to all the girls and boys  

“Ho ho ho” Merry Christmas!

Santa’s sleigh just went zooming by


Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

A Christmas sting in the tale.

Now Santa"s elves are busy 
they"re making lots of toys 
and other pretty things 
for all you girls and boys. 

    But the bloody truth is! 

Their hours are long and hard, 
the heatings on the blink. 
Some bastard stole the plug 
from out the restroom sink. 

The toilet seat is cracked 
it really is a sin. 
The loo roll it is rationed 
and is to bloody thin. 

The Canteen menus awful 
the choices very bland 
and as for healthy eating 
it is the saddest in the land. 

The reindeer are abusive, 
foul tempered and quite bad. 
They all like interbreeding 
no wonder they are mad. 

Santa is no better 
he"s always at the drink. 
Then grins at all the elves 
and gives a wicked wink. 

The elves don"t have a Union, 
they have never known the like. 
So don"t take them for granted 
they never go on strike. 

But they have a sponsor, 
like a cracker has a joke. 
One that"s really big 
a company that makes Coke. 

At breaks they get a can 
and a selection box of sweeties. 
It is no wonder then 
they"ve no teeth and diabetes. 

So when you get your present 
just take a Mo and sit 
and dont take it for granted 
you ungrateful little git! 

For hard work is not easy, 
so don"t you bloody scoff. 
Those elves are nearly eunuchs 
they work their balls right off! 

     and why? 

So you can be so happy 
when it is Christmas day, 
they do it all for nothing 
what more can I say. 

Let"s hear it for the elves 
for all the work this year 
and thank your lucky stars 
YOU dont have pointed ears! 

The elves have left the building. 

Copyright © ned flanders | Year Posted 2009

Details | Imagism |

A Christmas Tell

A Christmas tell.
Of all of Santa busy elves.
They all live in the great cold north pole.
At least that what I have always been told.

These little elves work all day then through out the night.
They make amazing things, they are always right.
They work then work all year around.
Just to celebrate Jesus birthday grounds.

Santa gives out gifts for good girls and boys.
So everyone to remember Jesus joy.
He knows if you have been good or bad.
So have a merry Christmas.
boys , girls,  Mothers and -

Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

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.

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2012

Details | I do not know? |

A Christmas Tell.

A Christmas tell. 
Of all of Santa busy elves.
They all live in the great cold north pole.
At least that what I have always been told.

These little elves work all day then through out the night.
They make amazing things, they are always right.
They work then work all year around.
Just to celebrate Jesus birthday grounds.

Santa gives out gifts for good girls and boys.
So everyone to remember Jesus joy. 
He knows if you have been good or bad.
So have a merry Christmas.
boys , girls, Mothers and - 

Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |



hot cocoa and cinnamon buns
lemon drop cookies and honey butter biscuits 
Christmas sugar cookies and an oceanfront view
my dreams came true with you....so unexpected
looking at the baby bear Christmas Tree with a smile
watching Home By Christmas while wrapping presents on the floor
anti eggnog oreo shake from the blender and an oceanfront view
my dreams came true with you....so undetected
the mistletoe is teasing us
we think she plotted with cupid
we kiss and travel to the realms of elongation....not caring if we are looking stupid
we are in our own Zonule of Heaven....always free....never entrapped
we Bless the Heaven for Patience and Virtue....always unified....never detached
we then breathe easier....again being pulled in by the oceanfront view
my dreams came true with you....no longer blue
excited, we both jump up....to stir and serve the homemade crock pot beef stew

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |



Families should be together on Xmas day
Some kids’ folks are wealthy
They work abroad, but they never 
Fail to come at Xmas for a whole week and see the kids
Their house is specially decorated for homecoming
Like a huge icing-covered cake
A professional Santa is hired, (electronic sleighbells,)
To  perform ho-ho-hos and give out toys
At the big party
It is excellent to see.

Some kids’ folks are ordinary
They work in the local steel plant
Their houses have no special icing
To show it’s Xmas, no circus tricks
The  sleighbells  are done by dad 
Amusing the kids, jangling keys on a shoestring
Mum gives her  attention as they sing and play
And joke and do yard-work together every day
Xmas is not special, it is every day for them.

Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

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.

Copyright © charles hice | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

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

Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2006

Details | Rhyme |

A Christmas Miracle

I saw a hungry and homeless family and that wasn't fair.
I let them come to my house to share.
There was more than enough food for everyone.
We talked and sang and we had a lot of fun.
When we finished eating, they offered to work to pay.
I said no because nobody should work on Christmas day.
Seeing people down on their luck makes me very sad.
But I managed to find the father a job in the want ads.
Now they have a house and they're as happy as can be.
I'm glad that the help they needed came from me.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

Christmas Comes to Tom's House Early

Yes, Folks!!!
I just ordered a new, and fantastic, organ for me to use with my new band.
It's a beauty, and I'm like a kid on Christmas Eve, just thinkin' about it.
I haven't been this excited in years!  And since I ain't quite sure how many of 
those I have, I'm gona live life to the fullest of my ability.  Cheers, my friends! tom

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007

Details | Rhyme |

Its a Firefighters Wonderland

A touching version of "Winter Wonderland"  by Felix Bernard & Richard B. Smith.

Fire bells ring, We’re awake and listening
Rush to the trucks
All washed and glistening
We start out the bay
Tell Dispatch, “We are on the way.”
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.

Dispatch advises, “Inside there is smoke.”
We bunker and pack-out, This is no joke.
As we exit our ride
Grab an attack line to go inside
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.

Inside the house, the fireplace was plugged up.
We laddered the roof, go up and take a peak
We looking into the chimney and saw a Santa hat
and the rest of jolly man at that.

HoHoHo, he gave a happy shout.
Used the jaws, to finally get him out
Medically cleared by the Chief
Promised extra gifts to us each
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.

Spoke with the owner, he was quite worried
As for our patient he left, he was way behind.
We evac’d all the smoke with an exhaust fan
We calmed everyone doing the best that we can

Backing the engine back into the bay
Looked up and saw Santa in his sleigh
He thanked us for all that we do
Said have a Safe Merry Christmas Too!
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.
Its a Firefighter's Wonderland.

Copyright © Thomas Nedzbala | Year Posted 2016