Best Holidayold Poems
There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh.
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a blazing fire warms the old home - love and cheer abound!
Since early in July Pa has had his eye on a special evergreen tree.
It now graces the parlor and they dance about it with glee!
Brightly lit candles adorn branches of the perfectly shaped fir.
'Neath lies the Babe - The Magi offering frankincense, gold and myrrh.
The boys have hefted armloads of wood from the ash tree grove,
For Ma and the girls to cook delectable fare on the wood-burning stove!
Titillating aromas waft from room to room in the gracious old house,
From the roasting goose, venison and tender prairie grouse!
Rusty the dog and Simba the cat lie snuggling near the fire.
The family gathers 'round the pump organ for an impromptu choir.
Bellowing off-key, Pa leads them in carols, all in spirited mirth,
And later by the hearth they hear Pa read about the Savior's Birth!
The ancient grandfather clock tolls ten - the kids are shooed to bed.
Ma and Pa place presents 'neath the tree in old Santa's stead!
With a twinkle in his eyes, Pa steals a kiss 'neath the mistletoe!
The excited kids scarcely snooze listening for Santa's Ho! Ho! Ho!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
We were much too old to trick-or-treat,
But still wanted to have some fun;
So as the neighborhood high school kids
We just terrorized everyone.
We walked around and bothered kids;
Making them give us some of their candy,
And smashed many a jack-o-lantern
Against any surface that was handy.
We thought that we were, oh, so cool,
Acting mightily and tough;
But the fun provided by our small neighborhood,
Just was not enough.
So we ventured outside of our plat;
Walking down the country road;
Going to the old farmer’s house,
Looking for trouble’s mother lode.
Lights were off inside the house,
Just the light on the pole by the barn;
But at least a dozen pumpkins carved
With candle lights still flickering on.
We approached the porch attentively,
With smashing on our minds;
When all of a sudden trouble met us,
But of a different kind.
Out of the barn staggered the old man
With a cleaver stuck in his head;
Being followed by half a dozen zombies
Like the night of the living dead!
Blood was spurting everywhere
As he yelled, “Run, save your lives!”
When we turned to run, out of the ground
Rose another zombie with devil eyes.
We dropped the candy we had stolen,
And all of us wet our pants;
As we ran in circles, jumping about
In a terrorized, frightened dance.
As we ran down the road back to our homes
With tears running down our eyes,
We heard the farmers hooting and laughing;
Shouting – “Happy Halloween Surprise”!
A TRUE STORY.....(honest engine!!) This is fine country living !!
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T'was the night after New Years, and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings and tree stored away with a sigh
Finished the last drop of eggnog, and the last piece of pie
Ma in her kerchief, and Pa in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap
When the phone by the bedside made OH! Such a clatter!!
That I woke in a daze, to see what was the matter!
Neighbor Dan on the phone....he needed some help!
I laughed when he told me, in spite of myself!
A cow's in his pool....so chubby and plump!!
He needed strong arms to help haul out that big rump!!
Rushing over,...to my wondering eyes should appear
There's Old Bessie in water right up to her ears!
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof,
Old Bessie was frightened....she had made a big goof!!
Friends ran to the rescue, and went straight to work...
Taking care that poor Bessie wouldn't get hurt.
They put heads together and laid out a plan,
Tied ropes 'round Old Bessie as fast as they can.
Then hooked to Dan's truck, and gave him a whistle
And up came Old Bessie like the down of a thistle!!
She shook from the cold like a bowlful of jelly,
So they patted and prodded, till she rolled on her belly.
Then off ran the cow, with relief and so merry,
Her cheeks a bit frozen, her nose like a cherry!
We were offered hot chocolate to warm up again,
Four o'clock in the morning, and was time to turn in!
Our neighbor called out, as we got out of sight
"Happy New Year and Thank You! And to all a good night!!"
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See?? Country living isn't as boring as people might think!
The night was quiet
the sounds of the crisp
footprints pressing in the snow.
We gathered together
Into the old Nash we all jumped
Dad was driving mama sat shotgun.
We sang jingle bells
My favorite was Silent Night
Mama sang high while papa sang bass.
Just around the bend
The snow piled high in the yard
The coal stoves burned hot, smells of burnt wood too.
The turkey a cook'n
In that big old cook stove of Grandma's
Christmas Day was full of laughter and so much fun.
Now as I look back
I think of all those delightful memories
The ones that were the best were at Grandma's house.
Linda Terrell
December 20, 2009
Herald for the season white
Bright shining star of ages
In the ambiance with evergreen
Thousands of twinkling lights
Playing silhouettes in thoughts
And on top, star of David shines
filling the room with warmth.
Rustling about people glowing faces
Store windows beckoning on
Come in here feel its spirit about
Children laughing, eyes open wide
Sit on Santa's lap telling secrets
And the thing they really want
The goodies left below the chimney
Of good things they have done
Wondering does Santa know
I kicked the cat last night, oh no!
Ah look at the jolly man in red
Does he care for all these kids
They put their trust in him
Even if the thought might be
Is this Santa from north pole
Ah child of innocence
Think this way, glow on faces.
The ambiance of the season
Many days now have past
And in silence tree is gone
Twinkling of lights have died
And in old chest lies star of David
Next to angel with beat old harp
held in hands old and withered
As a tear slowly dispenses
On grooves of lined face.
Times, past times ambiance gone
Only the remembrance now strong
And heard almost now in reality
Children sitting on white bearded man
Yes this man in red
Loved the children innocence ambiance
For in them he lived life past
Remembering days of yesteryears
Day of laughing, roasting turkey's
Cakes and cookies, roasted chestnuts...
Twas the night before Christmas, and all was still. Well everything apart from old nanny Lil.
The old bird was nearly one hundred and two, and time is quite short, when you need a poo.
Poor granny was caught short, and started to worry. Behind her she left a trail of slurry.
When she finally made it onto the loo, all you heard was a fart belch splatter and ooooh.
She walked out the loo with hop and a skip, and slipped in the slurry and broke her hip.
So in the hospital was where Lilly spent Christmas day. In hindsight it’s probably better that
way.
T hanksgiving, yes that's when we have delicious Tom Turkey.
He has 2 drumsticks on the end of his feeT...
U nderneath Old Tom is a big fat juicy breast.
Some people on Thanksgiving prefer just the breast do yoU
R unning to and fro in the field, it's hard to catch Old Tom.
If this were a movie Old Tom would be the staR
K eeping fat and sassy, he stays ready until
a few days before Thanksgiving, and guess who they seeK
E veryone is ready to see that rascal roasted golden
brown and sitting on a platter in the middle of the tablE
Y es the turkey is stuffed and on the table ready.
Everyone count your blessings. For it's Thanksgiving DaY
The kids all call her Mrs. Craggy
She wears her dresses torn and baggy
Don't throw your balls into her yard
To get them back will be quite hard
The story goes she killed her hubby
Drowned him in the old bath tubby
They say she'll stew a little kid
If in her house they don't stay hid
She has close to a hundred cats
Instead of birdies she has bats
Don't go up there to her old house
Unless you're quiet as a mouse
Cos if she catches you,you're done
She'll kill you with her old shotgun
Mrs. Craggy's scary and mean
Especially on Halloween!
Thanksgiving Dinner
is ready to be served,
the fat turkey is steaming on the table;
sparkling apple cider and wine
to wash it down as we delight
in its delectable smell and taste,
and who would eat it in haste?
Silence has filled the dining room at six,
heads bow and everyone joins in prayer...
and whom will we thank as our Lord and God?
His name is rarely or never spoken...
a Holy Name of the Old Testament not to be invoked?
Who are the hypocrites who dare not speak it,
and if some of us believe we can do without it:
we find ourselves down the dark road alone...
and He will not carry us through our old age,
to provide for us, to sustain us when we lack courage
and faith...that He will do exactly what He has promised!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci