Holiday Acrostic
Holiday joy, may it always remain to be yours!
Old-fashioned, fun-loving, cuddly, sleigh-ride tours.
Lots of hot apple cider, in mugs filled with happiness to drink!
It's the most holy birthday of The Christ Child!
Do attend Church, do be meek and mild.
Anticipate, family and dearest friends, at your door.
Yuletide greetings, be yours~Christmas is just around the bend!
12/10/2024
Christmastime
Green evergreen trees - candles aglow
Family and friends - wreaths with red bows
Cookies and caroling - sugarplum dreaming
A babe in a manger - a star brightly beaming
12-6-22
Contest: Bite Size Poem No.56
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Christmas cookies, snow spinning
fire flicker, cat cuddles
music mellow, Bach backdrop
divine dazzle, tree lights lit
coffee cooling, popcorn pops
dreams dance, past scenes sigh
Merry Christmas to my friends
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December 1, 2021
Poetry/Verse/Alliterisen/Christmastime
Copyright Protected, ID 12- 1410-547-01
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Christmastime
A time for pleasure
Friends to see and
presents to treasure.
Keeping with our great tradition
we are gathered here.
Singing only great renditions
of holiday songs so dear.
Happy, smiling, laughing faces
keeping things in the theme
Boxes, bows, wrapping, traces
of things you’d never dream.
I try so hard to keep the peace
just to make it through
smiling, turning out of place
hoping to avoid the truth.
You never really cared for me
even though I gave you my best
I simply, basically cannot see
why you treat me different than the rest.
Everything you were looking for
everything you ever wanted
was given to you no questions, no more
despite your constant taunting.
Why do you see me as a threat?
Why can’t you envision the family tree
put up in love, lights aglow like that
please tell me – why do you hate me?
Cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg and pumpkin, float on the air to my waiting nose.
Sounds of paper tearing while laughter echoes throughout each room, inundating my senses with Christmas thrills; a dinner, succulent and sweet revives old memories.
Kids at Christmastime beam their light through golden smiles; Santa’s annual visit emboldens the joyous morning; in the family room lay the one mess, that is allowed each year.
Christmas is a time of sharing,
A time to heal the wounds
A time to forgive our enemies,
And a time for a new beginning.
Christmas is when the whole world
Celebrates the birth of our Lord.
This is a time when we find true hapiness
In our hearts, minds and souls.
Christmas is always a special holiday
For every Christian in any parts of the world.
It's the time to give thanks in God Almighty
For the blessings that we've had received.
It's a time of joy,
A time for everyone to enjoy,
A time to rejoice God's presence
In most difficult situations of our life.
Christmas came just once a year until you came my way.
Now Christmas lasts the whole year through -- not just a single day.
A special gift of Christmas we share each passing day.
I hold you every morning since Christmas came to stay.
Christmastime forever finds you in my arms.
and, Christmastime forever means love, so soft and warm.
Yes, each day seems like Christmas since you gave you love to me --
and every day's a holiday shared by you and me.
Christmas still brings laughter. Christmas still brings joy
and sparkle to the smiling eyes of little girls and boys.
But, a special gift of Christmas is mine each day, you see --
Christmas lasts forever since you gave your love to me.
Almost, Christmastime
I am unwrapping my gift.
Unwrapping [his love] he left in a Christmas stocking with
My name (Ayesha) on it.
Seeing my baby boy for the first time.
I love just hearing my newborn son cry, scream and I love his baby babble.
He is adorable.
As a new mom I get excited I finally have my 1st baby.
Believe me I have goosebumps as I write this poem.
Days after he is born I decide to get 20 Birth Announcements made and to
send them to family and to all my girlfriends.
I sit up in the bed in my private hospital room and I look into my baby boy’s eyes.
I adore his dark cocoa skin that resembles my own and his papa’s.
I vow I will teach him to love himself so he can love the way God made him.
As I look at my newborn son’s face I see a tiny miracle.
He is mine.