frosty air
calm whispers everywhere
silent stars shining like diamond bright
spurring man to dream on the birth of Jesus Christ
making children, in wait of gifts, full of delight,
cartols hummed to tell an awesome plight,
candles lit to ignite
Christmas Night.
The winter sun hung over the bay
A golden orb sending its rays
Far & wide to bathe in light
This town by the sea, before Christmas night.
Friendly breezes
Stars shine bright
Twinkle in dazzle
A certain sizzle
Winter wind
Hot Chocolate mix
Fireplace warmth
Love Endure
Christmas Tree lit
Gifts wrapped
Time to nestle down
Sleep until Christmas morning
Arise then
Christmas delight
Observe the Christmas skies sight
Oh what a Christmas Night
silent night descends
gift-filled stockings hung with love
joy for every heart
By Zyrool
The Christmas moon glows a silver
While wind blows like gushing river
Sound of singing is heard below
On every house there's gorgeous glow
For, one like mine who's just alone
Spending time like a rolling stone
I don't care much of the what they say
I'll have my own feast, come what may
December 25, 2023, 7:15 PST, SPC, NE
The snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and the bright Christmas lights flicker;
the beauty outside I behold,
as the snow falls colder, thicker.
Walking I gaze at a window,
the snowflakes fall and it is cold;
I stand at a closed store window,
and I curl up on the threshold.
All I own in the bag I hold,
I fall into a deep, deep sleep;
the snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and visions into my dream creep.
Hands are holding me as we rise,
and I see a land made of gold;
a man smiles beautiful and wise,
the snowflakes fall and it is cold.
The Christmas night a long time ago was freezing cold,
a six year old he couldn’t keep the excitement on hold,
for the lovely gifts for him Santa would bring,
wanted the night to fly away quickly on wing.
He heard Santa would come through the chimney,
if there was one on house roof, he wanted to see.
He went up to the roof-top veranda, but couldn’t find one,
he was told Santa would come through the window for fun.
At night he didn’t let mom close the window of his room,
the chilled wind in the snowfield outside he heard zoom.
In the morn saw the gifts by bed side, to shout in joy he tried,
voice choked for he caught cold, but on delight he took a ride.
On the wings of the fleeting time, far he has flown,
but within him the nostalgic child hasn’t yet grown.
He fondly preserves the indelible Christmas gift memory
inscribed in childhood mental notebook that night’s story.
I am dreaming of a pitch-black Christmas night
Tonight, where the jolly stars can easily be seen
In the sky. From afar, the moon is clear and bright
And the clouds create a wonderfully divine scene.
I am dreaming of a dark black Noel night
Where all babies experience and see while asleep
The jamboree that I'm enjoying under the beam light
Of a flying sleigh. What I am saying is incredibly deep.
When the sky is pitch-black, there's always a party in Heaven
The angels wear an array of colors with their Sunday best
God sits atop, right in the middle of the feast in Eden.
I'm dreaming of a marriage between darkness and brightness
Where there is no evil, there is no Hell in man's consciousness
I‘m not sleeping but I'm dreaming like Baby Jesus in the nest.
Copyright © December 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry books.
This is the time of the first sunrise
When light self-born came as a helpless babe
With hands to wipe away Mary’s tears
And to wipe away seas of rulers and kings
Eyes to finally see Mary’s smile
The guiding star glittering in his eyes
A mouth to barely speak to Mary’s soul
And to declare three words to change the world’s soul
Small feet to waddle to Mary’s arms
And to walk on waters that shake and quake
A face to smile at the shepherds and beasts
And a face to unveil heaven’s fullness
Delicate ears to hear three kings praise him
To hear aeons praise him on the third day
A body to be covered with straw
And to be clothed with scars on a lonely tree
Moon sleeps long wrapped in cozy quilt of chilly fogs,
Earth is engulfed in thick black carbon-canopy;
Trees ghosts-like; birds black-hole shaded; loud growl of dogs,
The scene is as silent as a dream fantasy...
Grow-caws cooled; cock-craws chocked; cattle clemently calm;
Buds of roses and sunflowers snore and sleep still;
Snails and worms shrunk betwixt fallen leaves and twigs, warm,
Cold seems handicapping even hearts of goodwill...
Bells feebly heard; the village church is very far;
As our bullocks are unwell, we may need to walk;
There's joy, when young and old - all together way-fare,
Merrily walk telling tales and season's talk...
Come, join us, share the happiness, Jesus is born!
Partake in Christmas joy, though we might walk till morn!
21 December 2021
B
L
E
Singing carols for all to hear.
Smelling warm cookies from the oven.
I
N
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Saying prayers to God above.
Date Written: 11/26/2020
Kim’s Acrostic Play 2 Holiday Version
‘Twas an auspicious solemn holy night
Under the guiding star of Bethlehem
This baby Jesus born in a manger
Led by choir divine of angels singing
Under the guiding star of Bethlehem
From far they came to praise the birth of Christ
Led by choir divine of angels singing
He’d walk the talk of true brotherly love
From far they came to praise the birth of Christ
This baby Jesus born in a manger
He’d walk the talk of true brotherly love
‘Twas an auspicious solemn holy night
AP: 2nd place 2025
Submitted on January 18, 2020 for contest CHRISTMAS PANTOUM RHYME (photo #1) sponsored by EVE ROPER - RANKED 1ST
this season
a great Child
is the reason
its Christmas
He is mild
as a Bless
steady light
undefiled
Christmas Night
Contest Name: Have a Merry 3 cubed Xmas
12/24/2019
Under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve when the children are finally asleep, a blessed silence hovers in the air that oozes with divine melody. I have to gasp as I look out my window and find a new dusting of snow glistening in the moonglow. How perfect is this enchanted night~ I swear up in the sky that must be the star of Bethlehem I see.
chaste christmas snowflakes
soft with anticipation ~
a most holy night
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on November 20, 2019 for contest DECEMBER OR JANUARY HAIBUN sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 2ND
It had been yearly pleasant routine for me,
I would visit on every Christmas my friend, and
act as the old Santa Claus to cheerfully see
his little daughter smile, my gift in her hand.
She’d get up early in the morning of the day,
find delighted her Santa Claus on her bed side.
The gift she’d dotingly take from me away,
embrace me with her tender arms flung wide.
She’d decorate with care cute Christmas tree,
sing the carol with her mother in joyful chorus,
dancing around in white silk dress like a fairy.
The enthralling scene we wanted to never pass.
I had lost contact with the friend for some time,
so, that Christmas went there to spring a surprise.
I didn’t hear by the door the bell’s usual chime,
the familiar little bed was empty at the sunrise.
The angel had gone to sparkle in sky on astral flight,
leaving us in the dark on the sad Christmas night.
December 15, 2018
Contest : Christmas Poems Old Or New
Sponsored by : Constance La France
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