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A Visit From Santa Claus

It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team,

Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed,
And Mother in her nightgown of green and red,
When all of a sudden I heard a commotion,
And jumped out of bed with a curious notion,
I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain,
I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain,

New fallen snow shone bright below the moon,
Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon,
I looked out my open window despite the cold,
When a sight met my eyes, wondrous to behold,
A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh,
With eight flying reindeer leading the way,

As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky,
He called to each one as they rocketed by,
"Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer,
On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer,
Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop,
Dash away all and let us make our first stop!"

They flew through the air with much ease,
Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze,
The reindeer landed so smooth and swift,
Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts,

I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle,
And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle,
I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,

He was cloaked in red with a fur trimmed suit,
And covered in soot from his hat to his boot,
A large sack full of presents he carried along,
He opened it up as he hummed a Christmas song,
With much merriment his blue eyes twinkled,
His face was joyful, and yet somewhat wrinkled,

His cheeks were blushed like the berries in holly,
His snow white beard was long and quite jolly,
From his pipe came out a great puff of smoke,
He began his work and not a word he spoke,
Santa Claus was tall, with a belly quite round,
And his laughter was a most glorious sound,

I looked on with glee as a smile crossed my face,
When he approached and gave me a warm embrace,
Then, Santa placed several gifts beneath our tree,
Something for the children, and Father, and me,

He filled the stockings with sugarplums and a toy,
Which I know will delight my little girl and boy,
The midnight hour on the mantel clock chimed,
He turned, then back up the chimney he climbed,

With a whistle he signaled for his reindeer to go,
And away they flew with a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!,"
Before disappearing Santa exclaimed from his sleigh,
"To all a good night and a Happy Christmas Day!"



(repost)





Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014


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MERRY CHRISTMAS

MERRY CHRISTMAS*


M-Miraculously
E-Ecstatic 
R-Reveille 
R-Regenerating   
Y-Yuletide 

C-Christ’s 
H-Heavenly  
R-Righteous  
I-intervention 
S-Stirring  
T-Towards
M-Man’s 
A-Assured
S-Salvation


© Demetrios Trifiatis
    20 DECEMBER 2013


*Merry Christmas to you and to your families my friends!
  May the newborn Christ guide and protect all of you!



Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2013


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LUNCH BOX

LUNCH BOX

The sandwich was probably only two days old
School had let out for Christmas vacation on the 23rd
And now    on Christmas Eve    Sam had found it -        
     lunchbox and all -  in an alley behind Clarke’s Super
The kid had taken a couple of bites of the apple – now
     gone brown- but left the roast beef sandwich whole
“Too damn much mayo!” Sam frowned
“But boy am I hungry!”

Licorice    the cat – so named by the neighborhood kids –
     was hungry too    and let Sam know it with his most
     plaintiff cry
Sam was street-wise    an old cardboard box dweller who
     had tenanted many boxes   many alleys    in his time
Yet    this was no “Hello puss    whose puss are you?”
     animal summons for attention
The yowl had a bone-rattle desperation Sam hadn’t heard
     before

Licorice blended with the night
But stood out even against the gloom
She was pressed against an empty oil barrel    back arched
     on the tips of her paws    so almost skeletal
Sam couldn’t help but sigh
It was Christmas Eve    and despite the location – a forlorn
     back alley – a string of lights (from somewhere) were
     blinking
On
Off
On
Off
On
Off
On
The red-green-gold shown against Licorice’s satin fur
Charmed the (already charmed) night
Charmed Sam the Box Man
“Well I’ll be damned!” he gulped
Then threw half the sandwich to the starving kitty
“Merry Christmas old beggar.” Sam smiled

  



                      
 
 



Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2010


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Simple Celebrations

With cheerful hearts we join in celebrations
in our simple, quiet upstate town
and Main Streets' decorations look so pretty
laced with the snowflakes that are falling down
We'll take a ride to look at all the houses
that delight us with their bright displays
and when we go downtown to do some shopping
we hum to carols that the speakers play

On Christmas Eve we gather with our neighbors
with our families and beloved friends
and happily as we are joined together
our hearts fill with the joy this season sends
As we are sharing goodies and our laughter
Christmas songs play on the radio*
These simple celebrations are a treasure
that I have been so blessed to come to know



*One tradition that I love in the small upstate
New York town I live in is that our local radio station
plays Christmas music from Christmas Eve through
Christmas Day and always seems to be a part of our
gatherings.  They play music on Main Street throughout
the year but the Christmas tunes are always the loveliest!



Inspired by Carolyn Devonshires' Christmas in Your Town contest


Copyright © Robin L. Gass | Year Posted 2009


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A Christmas Wish for Santa

"A Christmas Wish for Santa" O Santa! it's been very hard to be good all year and Christmas Eve is nearing for presents 'neath green tree listening for the sound of your sleigh and eight tiny reindeer am hoping for a special choice of boxes just for me. O Santa! I've been helping Mommy round the house even kept my own room sparkly bright after saying my prayers I am as quiet as a mouse am so excited to leave some milk and cookies for tonight. O Santa! I wrote a list of things I want to play I hope your sleigh can carry everything dolls and dishes and games and cray ---ons also an Angel with golden wings. O Santa! I remember there are children on the Earth who never got a toy or a hug or kiss Mommy says a lady has the right to change her mind from birth Daddy reminds me never to ever be selfish. O Santa! if I had a Christmas wish for you I'd package hugs and kisses laced with lots of love so Christmas Eve as you travel please sprinkle them won't you? like snowflakes falling from heavenly stars above. O Santa! I am so happy knowing I can share some gifts so free and simple to bring smiles and joy a truly "Merry Christmas" and "Happy New Year" shows care and love is the 'bestest' gift for every girl and boy. O Santa! I will pray that you have a safe trip and merryment will ring throughout the Globe hope you enjoy your cookies as on chocolate milk you sip to celebrate the Greatest Story Ever Told. *For Michael J. Falotico's Christmas Wish in a Poem.


Copyright © Linda-Marie SweetHeart | Year Posted 2012


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Santa is a Yorkshire Man

To stop the myth going around that Santa is a Scotsman, a huge hit on the radio here. So fo those that believe this is the truth.


Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody knows that
You just say he is Scottish, cos he’s round and fat.
Well Yorkshire men can be the same they are not all dud
All year on the beer and whisky 
Washed down with Yorkshire pud.

Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody here knows that
You say your Scottish Santa’s Glow warm, red and fat.
Well Yorkshire Santa’s have glowing bits, but they keep them out of sight
Except on Christmas Eve when their pants have got too tight.

Santa is a Yorkshire man so stop making such a fuss
A Santa who know what’s what, so you can call on us
If your chimney is too tight, Yorkshire Santa will let you know
He’ll leave your present’s elsewhere, and you will have to go.
To collect you gifts is your own fault if your chimney is too small
Don’t expect him to get up there, he doesn’t want to fall.

A spade is a spade wherever you go Santa will tell you that
If you want to get your presents early, try Ilkley moor bar tat.
They meet there on Christmas Eve to swop gifts and stories too
That’s why they all have glowing bits, I bet you would have too.

He doesn’t have time to mess about, you people should know that
Santa is a Yorkshire man, there’s no more to say that’s that.



Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2011


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A Visit From Santa Claus - Part 1

It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team,

Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed,
And Mother in her nightgown of green and red,
When all of a sudden I heard a commotion,
And jumped out of bed with a curious notion,
I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain,
I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain,

New fallen snow shone bright below the moon,
Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon,
I looked out my open window despite the cold,
When a sight met my eyes, wonderous to behold,
A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh,
With eight tiny reindeer leading the way,

As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky,
He called to each one as they rocketed by,
"Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer!,
On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer!,
Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop,
Dash away all and let us make our first stop!",

They flew through the air with much ease,
Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze,
The reindeer landed so smooth and swift,
Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts,
I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle,
And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle,




To be continued in Part 2....




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013


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A Visit From Santa Claus - Part 2

Continued from Part 1....



I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,
He was cloaked in red with a fur trimmed suit,
And covered in soot from his hat to his boot,
A large sack full of presents he carried along,
He opened it up as he hummed a Christmas song,

With much merriment his blue eyes twinkled,
His face was joyful, and yet somewhat wrinkled,
His cheeks were blushed like the berries in holly,
His snow white beard was long and quite jolly,
From his pipe came out a great puff of smoke,
He began his work and not a word he spoke,

Santa Claus was tall, with a belly quite round,
And his laughter was a most glorious sound,
I looked on with glee as a smile crossed my face,
When he approached and gave me a warm embrace,
Then, Santa placed several gifts beneath our tree,
Something for the children, and Father, and me,

He filled the stockings with sugarplums and a toy,
Which I know will delight my little girl and boy,
The midnight hour on the mantel clock chimed,
He turned, then back up the chimney he climbed,

With a whistle he signaled for his reindeer to go,
And away they flew with a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!",
Before disappearing Santa exclaimed from his sleigh,
"To all a good night and a Happy Christmas Day!".




This was going to be an entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Santa Claus" contest.
Unfortunately, it was too long to fit all into one poem. So, I am posting it as two parts.


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013


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Who's That Knocking At My Door


Who's That Knocking On My Door?


On Christmas Eve, fast asleep,
     Since I counted all my sheep,
Snug and warm in bed I lay
     Till I wake on Christmas Day.

Who's that knocking at my door?
     God, it's only half-past four!
Half asleep and half awake,
     Suddenly, I start to shake.

Is it bad news, is it good?
     Now alarmed, think if I should
Walk the hall down to that door,
     Lift the curtain to explore?

Will I see some monster eyes,
     Or a burglar in disguise?
Not thinking straight, this is true;
     But I must, this I knew.

Knocking, knocking, still I hear
     That late night sound that I fear.
Half-past four on Christmas Eve;
     This I still could not believe.

Slowing walking with great heed
     To confront this scary deed;
Pulled the curtain back to see...
     Then I laughed so happily!

A tall box, right there in sight
     'Gainst the door, this windy night,
Knocking on the glass, you see,
     Christmas late delivery!


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Who's That Knocking At My Door?
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Judged: 01/02/2016








Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


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Each Spangle From Your Tree

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When you have fallen fast asleep,
I'll crawl toward your hall and creep
out through your door...

Advancing quickly through the gloom,
I'll prance into your living room
and as you snore,

I'll pulverize your rug and purr,
while sizing up your Douglas Fir,
then... I... Will... LEAP!

And dangle ever frantically,
until each spangle from your tree
is in a HEAP!

I'll SLASH your floppy socks's toes
and GNASH your boxes tops's bows
in savage bites!

Then lift, at last, my pretty tail
and spritz a blast of 'Kitty Male"
...to wreck your lights!

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Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015


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Christmas Spirit

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When you catch the Christmas spirit,
spirit it away some where,
where there will be loved one's near it.
It will be so happy there.

There! Against the Northern light,
light as air, in reindeer blow.
Blow now too, with all your might!
Might that help them through the snow?

Snow flakes, loosened as they land,
land beneath each cloven hoof.
Hoof prints, left right where they stand,
stand still when they go, as proof.

Proof of life is with us here,
Here, wife, put the kettle on...
On this eve of warmth and cheer,
cheer with me, those come and gone!

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December 22, 2015


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015


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Christmas Eve In A Foxhole

'Twas just him and his thoughts in that cold and lonely hole,
Awaiting the sergeant's dreaded muster to begin the night's patrol.
For days the weary soldier had been on the line in bitter battle,
'Midst the deafening roar of cannon and the musket's steady rattle!

'Twas Christmas Eve and he was far from home in Afghanistan.
He was barely eighteen years old but had quickly become a man.
In the fading light he read from Luke the story of that Glorious Night,
That gave him hope and warmed his soul despite his precarious plight.

He turned the pages of his Bible to the soothing Twenty-third Psalm,
To read again that beautiful passage - that reassuring message of calm.
A bright star shone over his lonely post reminding him of Bethlehem,
And the star that topped the tree at his home in far away Birmingham.

His thoughts turned to home and better times with his Mom and Dad.
He mused upon Christmases past and the good times that they'd had;
The good food his Mom prepared and presents beneath the tree.
Alas, Christmas dinner this year would be cold coffee and an MRE.

During the lull in battle he saw from afar a winding camel train,
And shepherds herding their bleating flocks across that desolate plain.
Such a peaceful yet poignant scene, he mused, 'midst the gore of war,
Reminding him once again of that first joyous Christmas Eve of yore!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2010


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Good Girls And Boys

A sleigh with eight reindeer brings Santa Christmas Eve, and he gives gifts to good girls and boys, and a chunk of coal, to all the naughty kids, who's names aren't on his list. (Waltz Wave )


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015


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Christmas Eve

Christmas Eve We gathered close together Christmas Eve, while windows framed a winter fairyland; our own 'frosty the snowman' stood on guard beneath the moon, with hat and scarf so grand. With joy, we finished trimming up the tree while Jingle Bells played on the stereo, and thinking that just any moment soon dear Santa Clause and Elves were good to go with all the toys they'd gathered and packed up on Santa's magic sled to fly away, cheered on by prancing Reindeer and sleigh bells to bring kids Season's Joy on Christmas Day. Sandra M. Haight ~st Place~ Contest: Ho ho ho Sponsor: Eve Roper Judged: 12/27/2016 Must use these 10 words: Elves, Frosty the Snowman, Christmas, Jingle Bells, Toys Sled, Sleigh Bells, Santa Claus, Trimming, Winter Fairyland


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016


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A NEIGHBORHOOD CHILD

One Christmas eve    my ceiling hung
With thready webs    a glow behind
Cast lace patterns on my bed

That Yule    eight reindeer ran the covers
Then through every midnight room
I cried to mother    father    brother

All of whom had shed    by dream
Their task of season’s rush and bother
Free    but lost to my entreat

“Can’t you see them paw    prance?
Oh    mother    how they rear and point
At Santa – that jolly     Christmas    ghost”

All filmy things    once designated
Then    not real    evaporated
And I sat straight up in bed

Rubbed the cobwebs from my eyes
Memory of tinsel    candy
Presents in my drowsy head

Awake to silence    angel hair
Little men in forest dress
Imaginary pixies on the stair

And then    remembering the tree
(all hazy else    it seems    had been a dream)
The tree that by our fireplace rose

In thought it glowed above the dreamy web
Those blue    green    red    silver lights    
Had formed quaint phantoms on my bed

I’m up    on tiptoe    and carefully
Am sneaking toward the living room
(Inky blackness    don’t you see)

Don’t you see the little man
Dressed in Santa suit   belt     and boots
Spreading presents neath the tree

Now truth be known    so sorry am I to say
‘Little boy blue’ is yet in bed
Those phantom figures swimming his head

And late that eve    ceiling bright
With visions of the coming day
The wisest Angel of the night

Makes visit    singing    of the play
A song of filial brotherhood
With child invests the neighborhood


Copyright © daver austin | Year Posted 2009


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A Very Wet Christmas


When I was twelve, the rains came and came
On Christmas Eve it was just the same
The beautiful presents waited under the tree
We never got to open them, for you see
The swollen river could hold no more
We had no idea the horror  in store
With nothing but the clothes on our backs
We left our home, that night so black
Through waste high water to higher ground
The swirling current a terrifying  sound
Huddled together with neighbors and friends
That night our Christmas came to an end
Our home was gone..but we had each other
Me, mother, father and my older  brother.
On Christmas Eve I stop and  remember
The fear on that day in late December
But thankful that we had trust and love
The best gifts, gifts from our father above...



Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010


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A CHRISTMAS TREE

This Christmas I want to be,
The symbol of a Christmas tree.
The symbol of love, hope and goodness,
As the past years have been full of darkness.

This Christmas I want to be,
The joy brought by a Christmas tree.
The joy that fills the emptiness and pain,
The joy that saturates the exosphere as rain.

This Christmas I want to be
The togetherness brought by a Christmas tree.
The unity that knits families together,
And the bond that keeps families stronger,

This Christmas I want to be,
The smile brought by a Christmas tree,
The smile that radiates people’s faces,
And inundates families and different races.

This Christmas what will you be?
I hope you can also choose to be something to me.
Be to someone a Christmas tree,
And at least this Christmas, let’s fill people with much glee.

This Christmas I want to be,
The salvation of a Christmas tree.
The birth of a sacred virgin’s child,
As the future savior so meek and mild.

This Christmas I want to be,
The optimism of a Christmas tree,
Putting all the bad things behind us,
We can look forward to a future were love will always find us.

This Christmas I want you to be,
The special thing you will like to give to me.
Be the gift and the nicely adorned treasure,
That can surprise my heart without measure.


MERRY CHRISTMAS & A PRESPEROUS NEW YEAR



Copyright © Jacob Osae | Year Posted 2015


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Christmas Eve

Santa

Santa is flying through the air
Riding his toy filled sleigh 
Following the path of stars
Helping him find his way

He will hop down every child's chimney tonight
Then he is gone without a trace
Leaving nothing but presents in his midst
He is gone from the place

He gives every child
Every girl and every boy
He takes pleasure in giving
Every child in the world a toy


Copyright © Kuhu Tri | Year Posted 2014


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Santa Claus loses his naughty nice list


    Many thousands of bright stars, will guide Santa tonight.
    On a cold Christmas Eve, through snow crisp and deep.
    Now Santa's sleigh's laden, with lots of new toys.
    All gifts for small children, now in dreamland asleep.
    When Santa confessed, to losing his naughty / nice list.
    Rudolph smiling broadly, gave an all knowing wink.
    While waving a copy, he had scribbled unseen.
    It was all done in secret, with invisible ink.
    And won't reappear, until yuletide next year.
    Now all little children, as Santa promised they would.
    Will receive lots of presents, whether naughty or nice.
    For Santa knows naughty kids, are more often quite good.
    While every child dreams of peeping, when Santa arrives,
    It's overexcitement that leads nosey children astray.
    So after saying their prayers, and while counting sheep,
    They fall asleep, until jingle bells ring out Saviours day.


   11/ 29/ 2017.


    For the contest Christmas Rhymes.
    By Kim Rodrigues.


Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2017


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WARMTH OF HEAVENS








It was at a cold Christmas night that the warmth of heavens forever enveloped  my heart!






(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
      23 December 2016


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2016


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Christmas Stars

Snow fell down one starless night
From out the plume of lonely clouds,
To decorate the land with white,
Adorn the hills with pallid shrouds.

The eyes that gleamed behind the glass
Watched the weather rage outside,
Saw the darkness come to pass,
Filled with wonder, saucer wide.

Then from the ether, from the swirl,
Through a split in clouded night,
A silver shaft impaled the world,
And lit the earth with vibrant light.

Upon the eve before the day
Iconic magic rose and shone,
At once the darkness cast away,
A Christmas star to wish upon.

In modern times of strife and war,
When hatred reigns a harsh regime,
It ill behoves us to deny
Our children of a better dream.

So on the eve before the day,
Make the demon year be gone,
And teach them of a better way,
Of Christmas stars to wish upon.


Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005


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'If you so believe-X-mas Eve'

“If you so believe (X-mas Eve)”
(Jamie Brolin)

If you so believe,
On Christmas Eve,
As soon as Mary bore
Whom we hopeful Christians
Call the Lord,
According to the Puritan
Folklore,
The Beast was,
Then-and-there,
And forever after,
Torn and forlorn;
Yet, broomsticks are
As about as reliable
As Politics;

But, to choose the ethic
Over the platform,
Is to, by the hearth
And the home, warm
To the glow, witnessed
Outside in scores
Of Northern homes’
Bright-colored lights,
Which cause my soul
To soar
Across the dead-of-the-night;

Even as I remember,
And fear, the dry sweat
In the dog days-of-summer’s
Solar core,
But for now,
Against the wintry cold’s
Muted, Pastel palette,
It performs
Miracles:

For, dividends-of-good-works,
A thousand bows
Before a mounted Crucifix;
As well as thoughtful
Christmas gifts,
Don’t offer better reward,
Than no longer
Having to take the fall
To make sure my enemies 
Don’t walk so tall, 
And fail in their own Conceit;
Nor take the toll, of someone
Who no longer inhales
Hellfire;
In order to save my Soul,
As well as the futures
Of those whom I love;

For, if you so believe,
On Christmas Eve,
The infernal doors 
To Hell,
Have been vacated,
Closed, seized,
And ultimately, 
Secured!

(13 December 2017)


Copyright © jamie brolin | Year Posted 2017