As I walked into the banquet hall of the
Goodman’s Inn, the first thing that stood
out to me were the eyes of the people. I
felt as though I could actually see hope. Eyes
seemed to sparkle and everyone in the hall
sat talking to the others sitting around them
as they waited for the main course of the evening.
To understand this report we need to go back just
over a year ago when Lindsey Long won the 50
million dollar lottery. Apparently the multimillionaire
booked the Goodman’s Inn for December 24th through
to January 2nd of this year solely to house the homeless
over the Christmas holidays. Miss Long walked through
the streets herself over the last week inviting the
unfortunate homeless to come to the motel for these
festivities. Lindsey Long has not only provided the rooms
for this week, she also has clothed them with new
wardrobes and warm winter clothing and accessories.
Now as the people sat around the table they were
told Miss Long had an announcement. We all waited
to hear what this amazing lady had to say
and excitement filled the room. When this
beautiful young woman began to talk there
wasn’t one dry eye in the building. She told them
how she was not going to just send them back
on the street next week but how she had
built a new centre that would have sleeping
facilities and showers to accommodate all
of them. This new facility will be serving
three meals a day which will be prepared solely
from themselves on a voluntary bases.
The feeling in the Inn that night was pure joy
and as the people realized the impact of this
wonderful news, they all broke out singing
It Came Upon a Midnight Clear. This is
Rhonda Reeds reporting for
The Good Newspaper.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Sponsor Mystic Rose
The Good Newspaper
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad
With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had
It has been the most challenging year for me
But with amazing support I remain pretty happy
I don’t want to dwell on events that have past
My memories of the year 2015 will always last
I want to leave the year on a humourous note
With a true tale of a gift that didn’t get my vote!
Mum and I went out to a local church fete
It’s very well attended and the raffle is great
We perused all the stalls and brought a few things
I got some lemon cake and some brand new earrings
The raffle stall bulged with wonderful prizes
With boxes that ranged in all shapes and sizes
One pretty white gift box really caught my eye
Four ‘Dior’ perfume miniatures for a lady to try
We brought some tickets then sat and drank tea
I said to mum, I’ve seen just the prize for me
The raffle got drawn and mum’s ticket was pulled out
I collected the prize of Dior perfume without a doubt
Mum told me I could have it as a Christmas gift
I was overjoyed and it gave my heart a huge lift
The gift box was placed under our little tree
Its pretty gold ribbon was there for all to see
I didn’t open the box on Christmas Day
Until Boxing Day the pretty box did stay
We were going out to friends later that night
I thought my new perfume would be just right
Taking the pretty white box from under the tree
I pondered which scent would be perfect for me
Upon lifting the lid of the perfume box
I returned to the school of hard knocks
To my consternation and my deep chagrin
There was a void where the perfume once had been
An empty box was my only present from my mum
My gift is that I still have mum, so my poem is done.
This is a true story - someone had put an empty box as a raffle prize!
Contest: My abiding Memory
Sponsor: Viv Wigley
9th January 2016
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Customary this time of year
Happiness oozes from people’s faces
Reigniting their fading spirits
Invoking a sense of giving
Spending big on presents
Taking time off work to celebrate
Making the most scrumptious food
Attending parties and functions
Spreading fond cheers
So shine your light for the needy
Think of the homeless
Offer your services to the poor
Call on the hospitalised
Kindle the joy in orphans
Instil in your heart the real thrill
Now is your time to twinkle
Share your blessings
Written by: Ronald Zammit
Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014
Santa Clause has a more heroic deed and story,
Which everyone might have missed to hear and see;
He has been on service for a decade or yore,
He's a wizened Santa and he cannot walk anymore.
His reindeer are nowhere to be found,
They went to breed, he keeps looking for them around;
He has cataracts, so he cannot see them,
He was operated…now, he has spectacles with thick lens.
He is worried that his gifts will not be given on time,
So, he sits hurriedly on his wheelchair drawn by snowman,
But snowman keeps rolling while dragging him on the ground,
He wishes that someone will pass by to get them quickly in town.
Santa Clause has a brilliant idea on his mind,
He remembers some balloons for children on his chair, behind;
He blows them and takes some helium for snowman’s body,
Now, you can hear them both saying “ho ho ho”-- flying happily.
Christmas to New Year, you can still see him hovering on air,
He is busy dropping gifts for adults and children so dear;
Everyone is running gladly to receive the gifts while singing,
"Oh Santa, you got the whole year the spirits of the three kings."
January 3, 2014 9.10pm
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Sponsor: Poet Debbie Guzzi
Contest: What's Up With Santa
Sponsor: Poet Jerry T. Curtis
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014
I have seen Millennia in
and now its twenty fifty
I somehow made my century
rejoycing with my family.
It has passed it seems
in the mere eye blink.
Now I remeninsce
held close in loving arms
Festivity floods the senses
stores groaning with toys.
Butchers laden with meat
people scurrying hither and thither.
Shop fronts all lit up
with flashing decorations.
Children's eyes on beanstalks
wish lists growing bigger.
Fridges crammed to the brim
with tempting tasty treats.
Good will for neighbours
as carol singers carousol.
Mothers sweating over stoves
as Dad mixes up eggnog.
Presents colourfully wrapped
adorn Christmas trees feet.
At end of day, happy faces
and a few groaning bellys,
people falling into bed
T'is all done for another year
written 12/12 /2010
contest Christmas past, present or future
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014
Lights of the city are twinkling across
arches of the rivers and shining down
as if to illuminate the jolly path
of the old man known as Father Christmas-
Kris Kringle-Santa Claus or Saint Nick
tonight tumbling onto the rooftops -
clattering down many smokeless chimneys
carrying his velveteen sack of gifts.
Santa forget my gifts this year-I'd rather
you give them to someone in need.
Bless some child and teach him to smile.
Take my abundance and feed the hungry-
wrap them up tight in my down feather coat.
My wish is that they hear the music I hear-
find their voice and sing "Silent Night".
I'll be their harmony and their strength.
Sinterklaas-take the afflicted and allow
the Lord to make them whole once more.
Don't let them flounder or look backwards.
Dry their eyes and show them the light
of a vibrant future-a hopeful dawn.
Let a merry Christmas be mine to share
with every jingle of silver bells
and the richest fragrance the yuletide brings.
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013
He was eight when he came to us,
a special Christmas Eve gift,
small, quiet, hollow eyed, hungry.
Gifts under the tree bore his name.
His eyes devoured the table,
laden with food, cookies, pies.
“Let’s eat,” I said, “Gifts can wait.”
After all the packages were opened,
he said, “Grandma, can I have some
more of those green beans?”
“Honey, you can have all the green
beans you want.”
He’d never been inside a classroom.
We helped him identify colors, shapes,
letters, numbers, and enrolled him
in school. He finished kindergarten
and first grade in one semester.
At the final adoption, he chose to
drop his last name and take ours,
in effect, adopting us.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
A joy filled Christmas so devine
skipping on the snow and seeing
the red, robust berries on the emerald
Caroling and laughter is in the air and
hope, and faith is shared with care.
No other Season can compare.
Everyone is wrapped in hats, scarfs and
gloves. Colorful stockings are filled with
gifts and with love.
The smell of spruce lingers everywhere and
in town center sits Santa, in his massive,
Lights are twinkling as bright as the stars
everyone is walking hand in hand.
Nowhere is there a moving car for tonight
the town has become Christmas land.
Sweet and so special is this time of year
when family and friends are so near and dear.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
Children are worthy of the strongest love
They are truly blessings from God above
They deserve the best when it comes to protection,
kindness, love and the purest affection
For those not treasured for the blessings they are,
there are people who really work very hard
to do what they can to provide some care,
wishing desperately that life was fair
So many children and so little time
We do our best to raise every dime
So many in our community do what they can
One inspiration was a very kind man
Blind generosity is so pure
This is the love that could be the cure
When strangers can give to help one another
We realize that we are sisters and brothers
We are growing here in our little town
We don't want to let each other down
I think that truly says something about us
When some are down we do what we must
I've been inspired for quite a while
To think it all started with a farmer and a child
Copyright © Nikki Reynolds | Year Posted 2016
Dragon was in the park one day, and wanted to touch a rainbow. Yes siree’!
But no matter how close he got… It kept running ahead of him, you see.
Are rainbows really, so Shy? Why won’t he let me touch him? He did cry!
Doesn’t he really like me at all? Dragon being broken hearted; said it all.
I’m going somewhere over the rainbow, So Don’t bother to tell me, I can’t!
Aren’t I a mythological Dragon, aren’t I supposed to do what others can’t?
But, even little Dragons have limits, and, yes, he eventually found that out.
It totally broke his little heart, and mine, as he wandered so very hurt, about.
Cheer up, little dragon, I said as I cuddled him, as he lay down, and he did cry.
The rainbow loves you; see how he sends those colors, through the air, so high.
Long ago, when he left his Mama, and first came here from the rings of Saturn.
Many tried to steal his essence, but at the last moment, someone saved him.
Some said he was a Great man, others a Wizard, with a kind and gentle hand.
Now, no man may capture the rainbow, no matter how fast, or bold, they ran.
The Man that saved the Day, was from then on, called Santa Claus, my dear.
The rainbow gave Santa a gift, to be able to fly, and spread Christmas cheer.
And yes, also to the reindeer, which helped him, I do say to you, quite clear.
And like the rainbow, Santa and the reindeer, will never grow old, you hear?
If you see Santa fly thru the sky, you will see streaks from the little rainbow.
For they became such great and fast friends, on that day so very long ago…
Now they all celebrate Christmas together, with all the little girls and boys.
And the true meaning of Christmas is not lost on them, as they hand out toys.
For they are celebrating the birth of Christ…as they give and receive joy.
Now as Santa would say ‘Merry Christmas to all and to all a Very Good Night!’
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
The dark came upon us, and all we did shutter.
The light came upon us, and we basked in its’ glow.
We lite a light to keep it close, and remember the love it did throw.
When we traveled thru life’s valleys we held the light high.
When we reached the high mountains we forgot with a sigh.
But we carried it deep inside, to draw out if we were at risk.
The darkness befell others and off we did go.
To share our gift readily with others you know.
To pass the light gently was always our aim.
To love the world greatly, the world’s sadness to tame.
If the gift was not accepted, it was with deep sorrow and regret.
For the world needs the light to find it’s way you can bet.
We are the candles and God is the light…
Disasters are darkness that we try to set right.
As Jesus remembers, so also must we.
For we conquer mountains with love, you do see.
And always there are others in need, like you and like me.
So harken to words both brave and yet true…
Help others around you, tho troubles do brew.
For the light is a blessing, and troubles not new.
They’re something we have just like others, it’s true.
With patience and work belief can begin.
Then a light will start shining all over again.
Peace and good will are the ribbons that hold us all tight.
Disasters and wars are the clouds that threaten the light.
But if together we stand forever you see.
A small glimpse of heaven forever will be.
Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015
When I was a child coming down the stairs
on an early Christmas morn'
I was too young to know that this was the day
that our savior, Christ was born
I was only two or three years old
that's as early as I remember
I looked outside and saw drifts of snow
that come in the month of December
I was the happiest child when I turned around
and, saw the gifts that were under the tree
I then ran upstairs and woke everyone up
so, they could all come down and see
The memories I have of myself as a child
on that wonderful Christmas day
I will lock them deep within my heart
so, they will never slip away
And, every year on Christmas day
these memories I will lift
I will share them all with family and friends
'cause they're the perfect Christmas gift
by Roger Horsch
Copyright © Roger Horsch | Year Posted 2013
Although the Christmas tale rings true,
For every child who feels slighted and destroyed,
By religious insult, pretentious token or symbolic kiss,
He shouldn’t only be wishing for Santa’s gifts deployed.
But the Father Christmas story ensures,
That every kid is worth something, equal and sure;
The morality attached to Father Christmas is quite explicit,
That all can be loved, and in that all can be complicit.
It may be that you call this semiotic of Santa Claus implicit:
A suggestion, indirect and a loose interpretation;
But I think that because all kids are included in his giving,
The inherent equal worth of all is its stipulation.
Any kids, of any diversity, difference or race:
Black, white, Asian or Australasian;
Fat, tall, geek, weak or disabled,
Whatever your facet, you are enabled.
Society so needs this Christmas story,
That a child’s interests are his right;
His hobbies are to be accepted and encouraged,
And that even the cold shouldn’t make you tight.
That the individual is considered at Christmas time,
Is on point and fully correct;
Economics and money have a high place,
In a persons needs hierarchy, you may detect.
St Nicholas first emerged in a poem in 1823,
Published just before Christmas Day on the 23rd,
By the Troy New York Sentinel to help its shopkeepers,
Multiply sales, and cheer and invigorate searching customers.
The love of a parent for her child,
Objectifies best by way of a gift;
And I just love the symbol of Santa,
Whom the lonely child from insolation can lift.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
Outside my dorm window, the snow began to fall;
Everybody had gone home, but I didn’t have a car.
Christmas break started yesterday, they’re gonna throw me out;
I’ve got no place to go, I’ll just be wandering about.
Rubbing elbows with the rich kids on an academic ride,
But the tracks that I come from are from the other side.
No daddy who’s a lawyer; no mother with a doctorate degree,
No car keys to a new Porsche underneath a Christmas tree.
Threw some clothes in my backpack with the cafeteria food that I stole;
Borrowed my roommate’s comforter to protect me from the cold.
Found a shelter for the homeless on the other side of town;
With my First Year Contract Law book, I started to hunker down.
A little boy walked up beside me and stood beside my cot,
“Mister, would you like to share my candy, it’s the only thing I got.
I’ll give you half my candy cane if you read me a story from your book.”
How could I refuse this little boy and the longing in his look?
“You can keep your Christmas candy, but I will tell you a story,
About a newborn baby King and the star that signaled glory.”
As I told the story of Christmas, the best I could recall,
People gathered around the two of use as the snow outside did fall.
When my story was finally over, the little boy just smiled,
And put a smile on every other face that gathered in the crowd;
Then he looked at every one of us and said, so simply,
“Jesus Christ put that star of hope into all of you and me.”
Suddenly, my self-pity flew right out of my soul,
Becoming rich like all my schoolmates, no longer was my goal,
I closed up my text book and went outside into the snow,
Laying on our backs, making snow angels, we watched the stars aglow.
“The star of hope still shines brightly, each and every Christmas night,
With our faith in baby Jesus, everything will turn out all right.”
I returned back to the university and finished my degree,
Dedicating my life thereafter to helping others out of poverty.
Every Christmas Eve I go back to that shelter on the far side of town,
And retell the story of Christmas to whoever comes around.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2016
Best Christmas idea fundraiser
Send donation request letters
A festival of trees to raffle
You’ll get more then a tree of raddles
Companies open to donating
Giving them free advertising
Can even decorate their own tree
A Lego Christmas top it can be
Some trees are chains with hanging tools
John Deere knows how to dress one too
Pots and pans ideal for cooking
Hair salons make one appealing
Banks decorate with gift cards
Some are filled with die cast cars
Musical trees make a great gift
Dolls clothes and bikes are a hit
Movie galore, popcorn and more
A chainsaw makes a gift with chores
A pirates tree with chest of games
To a beach tree the whole family gains
School supplies make a festive tree
One for animals with doggy treats
Check them all out theres so much to see
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By Doris Anne Beaulieu
Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014
Logging with friends.
Longing to receive a wood gift card.
We cut trees,
We make rafts,
We ride them.
We find we have much to say
And with wood, a house to stay.
We gather round a campfire
Sitting on wood stumps
With our jolly ol' boys, belly bumps.
We share a merry Christmas.
We smell pine tree incense.
We open our presents in the out back.
To nature we give back
The seeds that keep on giving
That spreads with a animal track.
Copyright © R.L. Bunch | Year Posted 2013
Christmas Day will be here soon.
It’s my very favorite time of year.
If I’ve been good…I have you know...
Then Santa Claus will visit here.
What will Santa bring for Christmas?
That’s all I want to know
Or even think about until he comes
With his reindeer, through the snow.
Did Santa read the list I mailed?
Could I get a stocking full of coal?
Gosh, I hope not. I’ve tried all year
To be just as good as gold.
Oh, the Happiness of Christmas…
I remember my own glee.
Momma! Daddy! Look what Santa left
Underneath our Christmas tree!
Older now, I still love Christmas;
But certainly for different reasons.
More important now than gifts
Are Peace & Love & Giving…
The truest message of the Season.
Have yourself a Very Merry Christmas,
A safe and happy New Years too.
Rejoice the Holiday Season!
That’s my Christmas Wish for you.
And as we celebrate this Christmas,
Enjoying merriment & mirth;
Pause to be thankful for God’s Greatest Gift,
Our Loving Savior’s Birth.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2015
Hours before tolls rang of Christmas midnight
My godchild quite young, cuddled me real tight,
Above, he pointed at the biggest star
Then named it after me, brilliant from afar.
My heart sang with his boyish thoughtfulness
Amidst revelry, cheers started to progress
Tidings and food graced the house and pine tree;
Opening gifts on eve of jubilee.
Beside my loot stood a wobbly paper bag
With drawings my fingers had to untag
Surprised, I murmurmed my holiday wish;
Inside was a handmade star on creped varnish.
Teary-eyed, a note of love written down
Across a pad trimmed with bows all around;
His precious gift made breaths rise, to exhale
Oh, from a child who couldn’t rightly spell!
Contest: Deb Wilson's The Perfect Christmas Gift
Poet: nette onclaud
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2013
of the tree
large pile of
Contest Christmas Waltz Wave
Sponsor Kim Merryman
29th November 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
A Christmas memory
By Curtis Johnson
To this small community, my wife and I had come in 1974 to pioneer a church.
Our resources were meager, but we wanted to touch the lives of about 50 families.
Contacting a generous grocer, we secured a discount of a vital product for any home.
On Christmas morning, we gave small packs of washing detergent to delighted families.
11212015 Curtis Johnson, for the contest, A Christmas Memory, sponsor, Broken Wings
Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015
Desperate to fill voids
and in children’s hearts,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
It’s the thought that counts,
but it’s the cash that’s counted
when money’s tight
as a hangman’s noose.
Each trinket is wrapped
in bits of brightness,
with love and hope,
and a prayer that it’s enough.
Copyright © Gary Watkins | Year Posted 2013
This plate of holiday baking you did bring by
was really kind
I unzipped the zip lock
to get inside
cookies and brownies
and bread of banana
but what was a surprise especially so
was to discover you know
of corner cut smaller pieces
and cookies of extra crunch
and the ends of the breads
sometimes quite dry
are okay too
happy holidays as well to you!
Copyright © Lesley Micuda | Year Posted 2014
a waltz wave
written December 15, 2015
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015
C Commemorations of a Savior’s birth
H have always been a focus and a blur.
R Recalling cost which does not count for worth,
I I mention gold and frankincense and myrrh.
S Sophisticates who give, have other views
T than Bible talk of God who gave His Son.
M Most presents represent affection’s muse,
A appreciation for what someone’s done.
S Some suave suggestions for a diff’rent gift:
G Give one anonymous surprise – a toy,
I Invite outsiders over, snub your thrift,
F Forget the clock and focus on the joy.
T This Christmas, aim to give yourself away
S Spend time on those who need you every day.
written 16 December 2015
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015
Christmas has different meanings...
they can be spiritual in their degree,
or materialistic and these aspects
make up symbols of zest and glee!
We love this extravagant holiday rendering extreme joy,
but gifts and lights add many false thrills;
we should get rid of diseases and poverty:
deeply thinking of hunger pangs causing fever and chills!
Many empty stomachs groan and we don't hear them,
infants emit a loud cry and we choose to ignore them;
I'm very angry at the stubbornness of our greedy ways,
we overlook their suffering while we feast at our tables!
Let's think of those who go to sleep with aching bellies.
give all you have and save someone from dying;
be the giver and rejoice when they are singing:
giving with a sincere heart will multiply your blessings!
Christmas has different meanings....
the ones that are steeped in faith or those merely symbolic;
I sit at the piano and play hymns;
has anyone else experienced inside a feeling so harmonistic?
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Dazzled by the church this christmas time again,
So many services on TV, reverends saying when,
So many cards imaging the baby, angels, sheep,
Who were supposedly under god’s control, creep.
Pastors reading the bible to me, the sacred nativity,
Invites to carol services in the mail for connectivity,
Memories of protracted christmas eve meetings,
Where the gospel was also preached for musings.
But Father Christmas looms with love and cheer,
For everyone, every race, any nation of any gear;
And your diversity, if you’re a child, is respected,
By that adviser of gift choice, your one’s selected.
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
Cold was the blustery wind driven snow
Heaped at my feet as I shook in the squall
Relentless ice dancers twirled in show,
I grunted and tugged on my thread-bare shawl.
“So this is Christmas!” I cursed through my teeth,
“Trim out a pine tree in tinsel and light;
Make jolly your home by a festive wreath
And spare not a thought for my plight.”
Shiv’ring I turned, aimed to shuffle away
“MISTER!” What person would beckon to me?
Alone had I suffered for countless a day
Good will to men; t'was a lost fantasy.
In spite of my grumbling, I heard them say
“Come warm by our hearth, it’s Christmas today!”
For contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Hosted by: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
Didn't have much growing up
Christmas was my magical time
People made it a special season
I'm remembering their kindness
my parents tried their very best
as neighbors gave us food and toys
It is my turn to give back to those
less fortunate during this magical time
Copyright © Karl Lorson sr | Year Posted 2016
Memories of my best Christmases
The best Christmases of mine
Was when my family and loved ones
Could afford me some of their time
To be surrounded by the ones I love
Is all I could wish for
To spend the holidays with them all
I could ask for nothing more
Wife, children, grandchildren
To have them there with me
To be wrapped up in the moment
The best place I could be
They grow, they lead such busy lives
It can’t always be the way
Ah, but those years they gifted me with time
My favourite Christmas Days
Time is a rare commodity these days
It becomes such a precious thing
As I grow older and it ebbs away
It’s the best gift one can bring
You don’t need to be mega rich
One gift will do just fine
Gift your loved ones with your presence
Gift them with your time
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
Suit of red, beard of white,
he rides his sleigh all through the night.
This jolly elf all know his name,
his HO,HO,HO is his claim to fame.
Santa Claus in some places he is called,
but by many names he is known by all.
The spirit of giving just because,
of the wonderful Santa Claus!
Contest: Santa Claus
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2013