Best Decorations Poems
green eggs on gravestones
with Easter baskets for two
I wonder aloud
Buy rum and eggnog
Buy the decorations
Decorations to put up
Decorations to light up
Up **** creek
Up on the roof
Rooftop Santa
Rooftop sleigh
Sleigh bells ring
Sleigh and reindeer
Reindeer eat
Reindeer crap
Crap to shovel
Crap to do
Do not drink
Do not fall
Fall off the wagon
Fall down the chimney
Chimney ashes
Chimney soot
Soot on face
Soot on hands
Hands me a towel
Hands me drinks
Drinks too much
Drinks my lunch
Lunch is served
Lunch of cookies
Cookies crumble
Cookies need milk
Milk the reindeer
Milk the job
Job is a pain
Job for a holiday
Holiday gift
Holiday wish
Wish in one hand
Wish away the day
Day is flying
Day of reckon
Reckon I will have another
Reckon I am drunk
Drunk on Christmas
Drunk on love
Love hurts
Love this holiday
Holiday eggnog
Holiday cheers
Cheers...
Eggnog...
Written 11/28/17
for Contest
Blitzing Christmas
Hosted by taai tekai
If you’re looking for yuletide cynicism here,
you’re shopping in the wrong place.
This is New York City’s time of year.
It’s stood the test of time and it fairly sparkles,
proving that the ordinary can be extraordinary.
With the right lighting.
Lisa’s (parent’s) apartment glitters like our promised heaven on high.
When we left at Thanksgiving, Michael (Lisa’s dad) had the concierge
service stressed, toting boxes of decorations up from their storage area.
When I waved my goodbyes, he appeared to be wrestling an octopus of
cool-white fairy lights into submission. Now everything glitters pyrite bright.
Our holiday time is limited—and this is our chance to unwind—so we’re
selective about what we decide to embrace. For instance, there was a sale
at Michael Kors where, no big deal, I got a pair of brogues, black
leather wingtips that’ll be straight fire with a little black dress.
The bargains were so good that I decided the store must be a drug front.
Not that I’m complaining. Do I ever complain? Nope, I’m stoic.
Like Eric Adams, the mayor of New York, Lisa and I’ve
been “testing the product” of Manhattan's club scene.
We’re searching diligently for the new and unfamiliar.
When it comes to picking which clubs we want to visit,
Charles, our driver and escort (a retired NYPD cop),
has gone as far as to suggest, we’re “out of our depth,”
and refused to let us even try one or two DJ’d, pop-up clubs
in Queens that were getting a lot of heat and likes.
“Roosevelt Avenue is the new 42nd Street,” he’d said.
What does that even mean??
Indignant silence
Anyway,
I hope Christmas finds you all merry and bright and that
your holidays—whichever you celebrate— are carnivals of food, music,
friendship and love—for those are the luxuries that count the most.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Merry Kwanzaa, Happy Festivus!
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Songs for this:
Absolutely Everybody by Vanessa Amorosi
Rock With You by Traincha
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A Christmas Playlist—because there's 4 days til Christmas
www.daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_28.mp3
Poinsettia plant
Flower of the Holy Night
Star of Bethlehem
The leaves symbolize Christ's blood
- gorgeous in the windowsill
The wooden skull and pumpkins
Dangle neatly by the door.
The ghost and owl made of felt
Add much to the decor.
The cat and witch are wishing all
A Happy Halloween
And soon a jack-o-lantern will
Give credence to the scene.
The skeleton quite jauntily
Holds court while on his perch.
The scary part was finding them
From last year - what a search!
This time of the year
when the cannas sadly droop,
Ma is saving kitchen scraps
from recent repasts
for a hearty winter soup,
and decorations go up.
Too early I think
with the Christmas ornaments
for commercial purposes
slighting Halloween
and Thanksgiving gatherings.
I shall complain bitterly.
No one will listen!
Some say I am Mister Scrooge
I can stand only so much
happiness and joy,
cash registers dinging loud
facing the mad shopping crowds.
Each year it gets worse
when the cannas sadly droop,
and Ma saves scraps for the soup
decorating starts,
and I complain bitterly
but no one listens or cares.
Written September 12, 2022
My neighborhood is decorated with festive lights,
Large inflatable santas, snowmen, and nativity scenes
Glittering plastic icicles drip from front porch eaves,
A wide-eyed Martian would wonder what it all means.
A Frosty the Snowman, as big as a Greyhound bus,
Is bobbing and weaving, to and fro, with dramatic flair
There is even a gigantic sleigh with eight huge reindeer
On top of a gabled roof, how did they get it up there?
Our Central Park is aglow with huge lighted displays
Depicting everything that suggests the season’s festivity--
A Christmas village with a group of winter-clad carolers,
And live sheep, cattle, and a donkey at a rustic nativity.
I am very content with my small Christmas tree --
After all, this year, there’s just I, myself, and me.
written December 20, 2021
Christmas
The decorations are up and the tree is lit
The turkey is croaked and the sprouts are split
The tellies warmed and the bar is open
It’s Christmas again I've got my gift token
The wife’s supine trying out her yoga mat
My favourite films on, but we can’t find the cat
I don’t want nothing, literally got it all
I am so chilled, but can’t stand Davina Macall
The chocolate boxes are open see the raps
To run off the dinner, I’ve done twenty laps
And now The Great Escape, is on the box
I open my last present, another pair of socks
So, everyone is finished, stomachs like hills
I’ve ate all the chocky; drank all the pils
So off to bed, enough food and beer
It’s been the best Christmas, for over a year?
David Cox 7/12/21
Two days before Christmas
Finally, it is near
I’m so sick of the chatter and all the cheer
Smiling faces, warm hearts, and hugs
I can only think of one thing,
Bah Humbug
Everyone joyous and being extra kind
One would think they have lost their mind
Red and green decorations everywhere
Gold or silver tinsel, I don’t care
Houses all covered in lights
Attacked by holiday parasites
Radio playing nothing but Christmas songs
Honestly, I find it all tiresome and long
Hustle and bustle for a gift of something dear
I never get what I want anyways,
Slowly, counting down the days until it is over next year
Cinnamon sticks and gingerbread cookies what a stench
I despise it all like the Grinch
Some may say I seem a bit Scrooged
With my cup of hot cocoa and a cold-hearted rouge
Who knows in the midst of it all
Something may spark and I could have a ball
But for now, I look out the window
Gazing at the hideous Santa and reindeer across the street and shrug
The only thing I can think of is,
Bah Humbug
A spotlight casting green and red,
swirling on the front of a house,
really confuses the poor dog
at night when he has to go out.
A retro tree, with fifties flare,
hoops of white light against the dim,
speaks to fictional simple times
when the world didn’t seem so grim.
LED fringe of icicles,
drooping down just under the eaves,
festive, yes, but not that much like
the real thing when water does freeze.
Tall, inflatable Santa Claus,
waves slightly with each passing breeze,
a bit much, sure, but I like him,
he brings great joy to the kiddies.
Oversized, plastic candy cane,
held by an elf with Santa hat,
a walk lined with seven of them,
they’re freaking out the family cat.
Light-up reindeer on the roof line,
a brave man, to drag them up there,
to risk a fall for Christmas cheer,
he’s either dumb, or truly cares.
Garlands wrapped around the lamp-post,
the big wreaths hanging from earth door,
low effort, yes, but effective,
and some folks just won’t do much more.
The white lights that they say bring class,
but to me, they just seem boring,
Christmas is supposed to be gaudy…
Maybe it’s a Protestant thing?
Now me, I prefer the old school,
multi-colored, big lights, C-9,
scattered across overgrown bushes,
the classics do it every time.
I watch the neighborhood light up their houses
in colorful displays
of white and multicolor marvels.
Decorations blink and glow
brightening the night
and illuminating the darkness.
For some, lights are not enough
and along the grass and walkways
are santas and snowmen and reindeer
elves and candy canes, to many more to name.
How easily we forget
the very cause of the season.
Just a few set the record straight
revealing a mother, father, and child in a manger
with shepherd and kings standing watch.
A child’s birth remembered this very day
celebrated with joy and gifts for all
save the child which made it possible.
Set the lights, wrap the packages,
decorate a tree with garlands and ornaments.
but pause a little while.
Remember for a moment
the birth and message of that child.
Another spring season of love has emerged,
Her eyes have turned to blue lakes merged;
Like the assertion of heavenly angel’s wing;
Birds of love; their voice may rise to sing;
The ocean has deepened with full of pearls,
Her sweat has melted into salt of life souls;
Stones were sharpened to silvery, from mine;
her shaped body , now decorated to shine! .
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Those Horrible Christmas Decorations
By Elton Camp
I’ve never put up a single one of ’em
But some neighbors did a ton of ’em
Garish, flashing lights of red & green
The most tacky that I’ve ever seen
Fake icicles hanging from the eave
Are almost too cheesy to believe
Plastic reindeer on the front lawn
A puff of wind and they are gone
A dirty, green garland draped on the fence
Makes me wish the neighbors were hence
Then there’s the faded, plastic Santa Claus
Surely it’s a violation of some zoning laws
What makes me, in disbelief, now stare
It’s nearly February and they’re still there
Oh, if only, when the trash man next ran
I’d see ‘em peeking out of the garbage can
Santa Claus is coming.
This isn’t a luck situation.
He knows things, like if you’re sleeping.
Which is kind of creepy if you think about it.
I suppose I’m an open book.
It’s an implacable reality.
oops, better rhyme something.. let’s see..
“Santa, that elf commanda
will bring you all a panda
fresh from the jungles of Uganda
straight to your verandah”
Whew.. art is hard work.
Leeza has a small aluminum-tinsel Christmas tree in her room with a new-age LED-star topper. It slowly prisms through the color spectrum, breaking down light, like modern jazz. Small things can still enchant, if you’re open.
I was sipping dark-chocolate coffee while Lisa rearranged the ornaments on the tree - again (as head-elf, the tree is her purview). She was humming to herself unconsciously as she worked, like a finch in a beautifully lit, evergreen garden. There was no real melody to it, it was just happiness.
Peter (my bf) is here, he arrived last night - we’re workshopping instant gratification.
Even if things have been tough - I hope you have a joyous holiday - that you chose it, like an option in an app. Nothing’s sweeter than the bruised joy of someone who’s known sorrow.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
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**CORRECTION: Pandas live in a few mountain provinces of south central China.
fairy lights shining,
baubles and bells twirl about...
decor in Christmas.