On the Orthodox Christmas I went to buy
Some bread and a bottle of Cotes du Rhone
The lanes I walked were covered in white
When it feels windless, and the frost is calm
This kind of winter I much prefer
To summer when sizzle hangs on for ages
It’s a joy to inhale the frosty air
And the only event is a turn of the pages
Another day soon shall meet its evening
To become yesterday and the other day
Sit back and drink, share the innate believing
In what you think had happened today.
“The lasting joy of Christmas Day
will follow through this year, I pray.”
__by Poet
The snow came down on Christmas Day, as if the gift
of pristine white would help me feel the joy
in deeply covering the Autumn's withered leaves
and dressing trees with puffs of frosted glow.
Far from those whirlwind moments spent on Christmas Eve
with cooking, parties, and more gifts to wrap,
my Christmas morning offered up a solemn peace
of mystic scenes outside my window's view ~
as if to say, remember how First Christmas Eve
the birth of Christ instilled faith's brand new day
to light the world like pure and pristine falling snow~
a scene I pray will steer me through the year.
Today on the eve of Christmas,
Santa’s sleigh has scattered gifts like twinkling stars across every home,
At dawn, everyone greets with merry Christmas,
Their embraces warm and tight, like cozy scarves against winter’s chill.
Today marks the birthday of our dear friend.
In the autumn garden, fallen flowers and leaves carpet the earth in shades of green,
Amidst the cool breeze, a single red rose stands poised,
Waiting patiently for Santa’s arrival.
Santa’s gift, a gentle touch, paints a rosy glow on our friend’s cheeks,
Joy blooms within, as they accept a heartfelt Happy Birthday,
The church doors open wide, candles flicker like tiny flames of hope,
Prayers rise softly, seeking blessings from the divine.
The night afore Christmas Day came our way
Twelve relatives descended, for to stay
Had to assemble several spare beds
But they did look cosy, it must be said.
A merry time was being had by all
Awaiting the moment Santa would call
The children were noisy, were kept awake
By the row that us oldies did create.
There was singing, drinking and lots to eat
Suddenly down the chimney came two feet
It was Santa come with his ho-ho-ho
Was offered a drink, but said no-no-no.
Then off up the stairs Santa Clause did run
We heard a scream, which then stilled all our fun
All wondered what on earth he could have done
To induce such an awful commotion.
It turned out that the kids had startled him
Jumping from their beds making a right dim
Santa ran down, his face glowing bright red
That was down to the children, one would guess.
Santa said that he'd been pulled, tugged and torn
The kiddies said not so, a promise sworn
They just meant to render Santa a hug
But dear Santa told them, no such luck.
Santa ran off then, faster than a flash
His goodbye was, “I will never come back.”
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snowflakes kiss the pane,
ribbon scraps in golden heaps~
small hands tear dawn open
There was a lady, in nineteen nought three,
Whereon Christmas day, she bathed in the sea.
But when her swimming suit tore,
The crowd shouted out encore.
Just like, what the butler saw, well maybe.
12 / 16 / 2025.
Morning bells peal
its Christmas day !
An array of lights splay
across earth's quay
Angels trumpet
in mellow gold
a peaceful presence
arrives, enfolds.
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
The sky unwraps a silver veil,
Each drop a hymn, so soft, so pale,
As rain begins its tender play.
It drapes the earth in crystal lace,
With every bead, a sweet embrace,
A gentle calm on Christmas Day.
The lights reflect in puddled grace,
Like stars descended, face to face,
In every splash, a dream will stay.
Oh, how I love the rain's refrain,
Its hush more pure than caroled strain,
A holy hush where hearts can pray.
Where's that Bethlehem?
I toiled hard to find out that
It's right in my heart.
The word grateful springs to mind,
And being above ground I don't mind,
As long as I am of sound mind,
With others not having me to mind,
And me fit to children mind.
The only thing I do mind,
Is alcohol I have to mind,
Though a drop or two of baileys in my coffee,
should not cloud my mind.
And there is some baileys chocolate to blow my mind,
So, overall Christmas stimulates my mind,
And given my age the children can mind or not mind,
As another Christmas is always on my mind,
And being being above ground I don't mind,
With another poem just for you in mind.
Hope you have only kind words in mind,
For those of unsound mind,
You have to mind,
With the spirit of Christmas in Mind.
On a walk a few days before Christmas…
I was greeted by a morning fog so thick…
to my face and hands and clothing…
that heavy fog did stick.
A blanket so dense when I looked ahead…
the fog obstructed my view…
The kind of fog you don’t walk in…
you find yourself walking through.
This fog blocked the moon and the stars
and frustrated the morning breeze
everything around was wet…
i could hear fog dripping off the trees.
As I turned the corner down town
on this cozy foggy night
I was greeted there on Main Street
by a host of Christmas lights.
I stopped to enjoy the moment
as the multi-colored lights blended with the foggy grey.
I stopped because the moment
took my breath away.
I walked the rest of the way in silence…
a fitting epilogue…
to the morning I was blessed
to be surrounded
by the beauty of the fog.
Christmas tablecloth
Red mugs, hot chocolate
Cinnamon candle
We, so lovingly
Just like kids, dunk marshmallows
Sniffing the candle
Beneath the table,
Our feet do a romantic dance
Quite a holiday trance!
English Haiku
12/17/2024
In the humble, sad dwelling,
last year's Christmas decorations
still permanent, the same ornaments...
signs and clues of poverty...
Santa clause get me hope for xmas, since its hard for my mind and heart to hope again. Magicians perform me tricks to overcome ths dissapointment and shock, I jst can't bear no more. Scientist discover in me once again, trust and strength to live with this world horrors.
In me, I know not how to react to this devastation, human in collision, both young and old's life in shambles. There's no level or meassurements to curb this might of distress and dispair, its just spilled waters and milk everywhere, hopeless!
In which part of this Earth can I locate reset button, are there any archeologist to help me trace biblical authors's graves and tombs? maybe through them my grievences will reach to God
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