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Details | Narrative |

Lottery Winner helps Homeless

 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

Details | Couplet |


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

Details | Epic |

Santa Claus

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 Fifth Place Contest: Santa Claus Judged: 1/3/14 Sponsor: Poet Debbie Guzzi Honorable Mention Contest: What's Up With Santa Judged: 12/18/2014 Sponsor: Poet Jerry T. Curtis

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |


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

Details | Couplet |

A Farmer And A Child

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

Details | Epic |

Santa Let Me Be The Giver

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

Details | Free verse |

December Gift

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

Details | Rhyme |


A joy filled Christmas so devine
skipping on the snow and seeing
the red, robust berries on the emerald 
green vines.

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,
welcoming chair.

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

Details | Light Poetry |

Santa and The Rainbow

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!’

 Written 12-18-2014

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Choices of Dark and Light

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.

Written 12-13-2013 

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Father Christmas

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

Details | Rhyme |

The Perfect Christmas Gift

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

Details | Rhyme |

A Christmas Tale

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

Details | ABC |



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
At my youtube channel made by me

By Doris Anne Beaulieu

Copyright © Doris Beaulieu | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Giving Back

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

Details | Rhyme |

Hurry Christmas

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

Details | Couplet |


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

Details | Verse |


Sweet angel perched on top of the tree looking down at the large pile of Christmas presents. Surprises waiting for eager fingers to reveal gifts of their dreams. 38 syllables Contest Christmas Waltz Wave Sponsor Kim Merryman 29th November 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Cruel Yule

Desperate to fill voids
underneath trees,
within stockings,
and in children’s hearts,
society’s seconds, 
scratch-and-dent people,
unemployed close outs,
pick the bones of Christmas,
seeking salvation in
the clearanced, 
and reduced-to-sell.

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

Details | Narrative |

A Christmas Memory

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

Details | Free verse |

Baking Bad

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
I am
a lover
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

Details | Verse |

Knots on the Yule Log

a waltz wave

gifts profuse tree pre-lit peachy-keen glazed ham cakes cookies casseroles Christmasy cheer no fruitcake no coal no stockings no fireplace Santa knows our front door
written December 15, 2015

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Christmas Gifts

a sonnet/acrostic

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

Details | Rhyme |


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

Details | Heroic Couplets |


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

Details | Acrostic |

Christmas Magic

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

Details | Free verse |

Giving Back

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

Details | Rhyme |

The Very Best Of Christmas Days

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

Details | Quatrain |

Christmas Atmospheres

Front door brings in nippy chill, 
You step onto the frosty path, 
No pleasant air for you to initial, 
Only a gut fight with the waft.

But friends are warm and bright, 
Neighbours smile by their cars, 
Old friends get in touch, write, 
The hairdresser chats n’ chars. 

What to give is a nice problem, 
What to write on xmas cards,
Why not to give, there’s a hum, 
Of distance, you only give cards. 

Relative’s personalities summed, 
Cousins hobbies are understood,  
Relations interests taken, gummed, 
And friends activities are all good. 

Jumpers are purchased for mum, 
Plus teapot, hand cream, soap, 
Quality Street purple is a chum,  
Candles jars are given in hope. 

Sporadic robins brighten and light, 
Kids build a roly snowman, just, 
Dogs walk in cosy jackets tight, 
And by-passers stop for a gust. 

Families welcome drivers’ eyes, 
When they look in the windows, 
With flashing lights, mixed dyes, 
In patterns, pictures, pure glows.  

The atmosphere at restaurants, 
Beckons xmas truth and tale, 
When others also have nuance, 
For special kin who chat, sail. 

No negatives divide and split,
No text to state what to say, 
Greetings are heartfelt and lit, 
Your chat can be any old way. 

Church is optional, a possibility, 
But fires and heaters gaily blast, 
Radios aptly inform about activity, 
When Santa will visit stores vast. 

Decorations furnish, fill stores, 
Giant Christmas trees stand, line, 
Large baubles hang on all floors, 
Huge stockings see shoppers dine. 

There is a righteous business, 
In the air, filtering, at xmas time, 
It’s friendship and happiness, 
That's engineered, the told sign. 

The central focus is a snug meal, 
A slot saved and made for chat, 
Where for each person the deal,
Is to converse, discuss and bat. 

All are welcome, all can have, 
Everyone can enjoy, participate,
Each one can find peace, shove, 
Xmas with you does coaguate.  

Whatever the question, give, 
Everyone is part of Christmas, 
A smile, joke, a chat, a forgive, 
You can even restrain for a bash. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Santa Claus

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