This Christmas, the lights feel dim and cold,
A hollow echo of joy, a story untold.
The laughter around me, a distant refrain,
Each smile a reminder of heartache and pain.
The tree stands adorned, yet it feels so bare,
With ornaments glistening, but you’re not there.
The gifts piled high, wrapped in bright cheer,
Yet none can replace the warmth of you near.
I’ll sip on my coffee, watch snowflakes fall,
But the silence around me is the loudest of all.
The carols ring out, but they sting like a knife,
For every sweet note whispers of our life.
I’ll hang up the stockings, but one will remain,
Empty and aching, a symbol of pain.
The world celebrates, but I’m lost in the crowd,
A ghost in the season, too heavy, too loud.
So I’ll wear my smile, a mask for the day,
While inside I’m crumbling, fading away.
For no matter the gifts, the laughter, the cheer,
This Christmas, my love, I’ll still feel you here.
Lonely and longing, I’ll carry the weight,
Of memories cherished, of a love lost to fate.
Creamily melts in the mouth like butter
Comfort food that sets tongues aflutter.
Cups or mugs hold this rich luscious drink
Created from cocoa, sugar and milk.
Captivates taste buds in light, dark or white
Chocolaty goodness that's great day or night.
Christmastime favourite that always delights
Dec 16 2024
Dies, where did time go?
Lies, when I’d wrinkle slow.
Lids of eyes, crow's feet stomp.
Lads look away, see no pomp.
Lady, your silver hair is dyed.
Lazy joints take me for a ride.
Hazy is my history and mind.
Haze of clarity - need to rewind.
Maze of the season - nevermind.
Daze of bright ages, realigned.
Dame hears “Ho! Ho!,” fine silver bell,
Fame of Christ child, where all is well.
Our family put up a Christmas tree,
In the presence of our cute dog, Pouchee;
Pouchee thought it’s a real one,
Peeing under has been done,
All received stinky gifts in the party.
Everyone enjoyed despite what happened,
Mom said, “There are things which we can't portend,”
While speaking on microphone,
Pouche came in with a racoon,
Mom paused to chase them both in the kitchen.
Christmas is the time
To think of others
And forget about yourself
It's a time to love and forgive
On the first Christmas
The Lord took a step towards us
This time hope all people should step
Towards God this Christmas.
Green gifts that keep on giving
Memories of hazel holidays past
By our lavender lips keep on living
Telling of the happy times and bad
Reflection of Christmas lights
So festive in the chilly night
And in the children’s eager eyes
Excited for a Christmas prize
Yams on the old black stove cook
While mama pours sugar, dad looks
On coffee table is a holy book
From which bedtime stories took
Fireplace nurses a huge log
Which at first creates a fog
With warmth in our little house
We sing red carols so loud
But we never forget our own
Love ones who passed on
Words of them spoken like poem
They are remembered and well known
Christmas is a red gift to us
For God gave his son Christ
For our good to deliver us
In this spirit let us all unite
Christmas comes but once a year
A time of festive joy and cheer.
It is the season of goodwill
To have a break, relax and chill.
A time for sending cards and gifts
A time for healing family rifts.
Just put aside those arguments
Try to forget those dark moments.
Some of you may feel quite sad
The loss of loved ones you once had.
And though they feel so far apart
They’re still here with you, in your heart.
So cook the turkey, pop the wine
And let the Christmas spirit shine.
Deck the halls and light the tree
And celebrate with family.
For Christmas comes but once a year
So celebrate it whilst it’s here
When New Year comes around once more
The future’s there to just explore.
Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration
What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection?
More like a tree, her hair is full of bulbs, all silver and such.
I think I would like to meet her I tell him, I mean very much.
You would! He says, for I am dressed as Santa’s happy fat elf.
The one that likes to lift others to get things down from a shelf.
I eat some of the sugar cookies, they are marvelous, pretty and gay.
I can meet Boom another day, feasting is what I’m all about today.
It's Christmas time!
It's Christmas time!
The lights are all looking fine.
Why the joy?
Now don't be coy,
Everyone expects new toys.
Songs for trees;
Sweet as you please;
A joyous chorus raise we.
Jingle the bells;
Stories to tell;
Heaven's victory over hell.
The gospel abides;
The Savior arrives;
The sins of man to imbibe.
Merry Christmas time appears in sight,
coming for you out of the freezing night.
The stars sparkle on the snowy fir trees,
swinging to dance in the frosty breeze.
The wind whispers happy winter song,
the distant church bells ring ding dong.
On sleighs the children slide in delight
on frozen pathway in meadows white.
In sunset colors the tunes of carol glide
on waves of snowflake that silently slide.
As thin mist through the night air drifts,
Santa’ll come at your doorstep with gifts.
The candle rows you will light with glee,
like stars on the decorated Christmas tree.
With merry moments the stars will shine,
you’ll be full of joy in the festive time fine.
It's Christmas time again:
Carols are playing,
towns decorating,
and then parading,
showing their Christmas cheer.
It's Christmas time again:
Time for tree trimming,
with colored lights twinkling,
and hot cocoa drinking,
as excitement fills the air.
It's Christmas time again:
Cookies are baking,
family, friends partaking,
sweet scents invading,
every square inch of home.
It's Christmas time again:
Shoppers are bustling,
store workers hustling,
gift paper rustling,
as perfect gifts are found.
It's Christmas time again:
Children are wishing,
and Christmas listing,
hoping Santa's listening,
as they wait for Christmas day.
It's Christmas time again:
Time for receiving and giving,
joyously living,
each day with thanksgiving,
as we celebrate anew.
somewhere far away
in the middle of vast trees
under polar lights
winter starts to show
the dark face but with light eyes
~snowflakes falling down~
someone in Lapland
is preparing a huge sleigh
for special reindeer
to have a long trip
spreading happiness around
~from Santa Claus home
a humble cabin
in a magical dream land
full of glee to share
the season's wishes
~miracles wrapped as presents~
It is Christmas time!
The wheel of time makes seasons come and go
The touch of their fleeting footfall I feel
Through my life’s meadow they all saunter slow
Their attributes have distinctive appeal
Nature prints unique image they reveal.
The ashen autumn sky loses the glare
In the cold span of calm clumps of cloud crawl
The frosty dawn feels the chilled touch of air
Blowing through bush at winter’s arctic call
Across bare landscape with stripped trees of fall.
Winter has come on fading pale sunray
Spreads snow on auburn pastures of wasteland
Brought us the much awaited holiday
Of merry Christmas time so very grand
Children wait to get gifts from Santa’s hand.
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December 29, 2022
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CHRISTMAS TIME IS DIFFERENT
Christmas time is different, it now comes twice a year
More time for celebration, with family that is near
We’ve created another life style, in our golden years
Fitting in some southern seniors, as we’re shifting gears
We’ll gather in October, with our loved ones in the north
Then avoid the hustle and bustle, of travel back and forth
So we’ll be in Arizona, when Santa comes to call
Basking in the sunshine and dancing in the hall
We’ll be thinking of our family, freezing in the snow
Slippin’ and a slidin’, everywhere they go
We’ll check them out on facetime, to make sure nothing’s wrong
And join them in a chorus, of their favorite Christmas song
Tell us that you’ll miss us, but that won’t make us stay
We’ll see you in the springtime, not that far away
Or come to Arizona and we’ll show you why we’re here
You can join us in our happy hour and share our Christmas cheer
Down at Wingfield Park
about the time of mid-December,
the boardwalk lights up after dark,
for a holiday to remember.
So many trees in a row,
displayed to the left and right,
with colored lights all aglow,
rising fifteen feet into the night.
The snow is cleared off the walkway,
the air is a crisp twenty degrees,
a stop at Dreamers for a hot latte',
in mittens, scarves, and collars of fleece.
Sparkling ice crystals are falling,
on your face, hair and all around,
just the slightest breeze is calling,
swirling ice crystals on the ground.
Sugar plum dreams dancing so free
in the young and old alike,
just set your presents under a tree,
for Santa's annual flight.
Frosty carolers are heard to sing,
"Oh, come all ye faithful..."
and the children's faces glowing with glee,
showing that their hearts are truly grateful.
Young lovers kiss in passion sublime,
then stroll on, hand in hand,
Wingfield Park at Christmas time
is a magical winter wonderland.
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