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The Christmas Skinny

I wrote to Prof Arab
And I asked Dr Jew
I spoke with Mrs Christian
And typed to ChatGPT too

One of them said it was spiritual
The other, it was not real
Another said academic fiction 
The last, it was the real deal

It began in the 4th century
In a place called Rome
By the 12th century
St Nich had entered every home

As

I Saw Santa Claus

Snow had fallen, Christmas Eve morning,
On every rooftop and branch adorning

Burying my rural world in white,
And changing this place overnight

Early, I had wandered out the door,
Wanting to take in the forest more

I did gasp and my foot did pause,
When indeed, I saw Santa Claus 

Standing alone there in the clearing, 
Attending to his reindeer, so

Father Christmas

FATHER CHRISTMAS
Hello farther Christmas,it's your time of year.
To take away our sorrow,and wipe away our tears.
So father Christmas,I hope you will stay.
The longer you're here the brighter the day.
Yes father Christmas,this world has turned wrong,
Now we need your guidance to help us get along.
Now farher Christmas,I know you can make it right.
And help out the

Witch and Father Christmas

Witch was irritated with November; it came way too soon.

She approached the sun, the stars, the tidal waves and the moon.

Can we get it to slow down? I want October to last more than thirty-one days.

We can ponder it said the sun, but I cannot guarantee we can change her ways.

So she found Father Christmas

My Granddad's Father Christmas

My Granddad's Father Christmas

My granddad’s Father Christmas.
I’ve known since, as a waif,
I heard his Father Christmas voice
That deep and rumbling friendly noise.
It kept me warm and safe.

My granddad’s Father Christmas.
He’s big and soft and loving.
And when I’m sad – a bit upset
His silly jokes make me forget,
Then I’m afraid of nothing.

My granddad’s Father Christmas.
The beard

Dreamer

In my earliest days of butterscotch sunshine,
To possess a new bike was my deepest wish,
So I asked it of my father one Christmastime,
Launching a childish memory which I cherish!

My dad promised, and he ever kept his word,
In the hopscotch days of skies sapphire blue.
Joy awaited on Christmas Day, ere we stirred,
As the first dream I

Father Christmas

Father Christmas had lost track of his years.
But no matter, for he knew other things.
He knew that some children have Christmas fears.
So he used a tinkling bell to announce his arrival with a ting-a-ling.

The children knew his reputation, and followed him around.
He had gifts for them in his pocket, and he gave a happy sound.
He

Father Christmas and His Loves

What do you love the best about Christmas? Father was asked.
This was not a simple thing to answer, not at all an easy task.
Candy canes, fruit cake, suckers, gingerbread houses, and frosting too.
These all paraded in his mind, as they might with me and you.

Hot chocolate, melting marshmallows, Christmas carols nice.
He was also fond of

Father Christmas

He was her favorite father Christmas,
Everyday was like Christmas when she saw him.

She wished he could be Santa Claus to her beautiful children,
The greatest present is to be together, she thought.

She felt like Mrs. Santa Claus when she hugged Santa.
Everyday was very special because he was here.

God allowed her to have a Christmas hug now

Soccer Mom and Father Christmas

My Mom
Is such
A
Bad Liar
She
Even
Lied
About 
Father Christmas

My Father Christmas

Nov.'16

A bag called love,                                                   

When Father Christmas Called

When Father Christmas called

By Stanley Russell Harris 
 The new mad author

Christmas day was so such fun, especially when I was young.
I tried to stay awake all night, the one called Christmas Eve that’s right.
My eyes grew heavy, finally they closed, and I fell asleep, and off did doze.
Did I dream Father Christmas called, I

Father Christmas

Although the Christmas tale rings true, 
For every child who feels slighted and destroyed, 
By religious insult, pretentious token or symbolic kiss, 
He shouldn’t only be wishing for Santa’s gifts deployed. 

But the Father Christmas story ensures, 
That every kid is worth something, equal and sure; 
The morality attached to Father Christmas is quite explicit,

Father Christmas and Max

Child caring Father Christmas,
Messed with drops from Max's ass,
Gave little Max a new pamper
Without losing his temper.

Don'T Ever Sell Your Saddle

(continued)

It had been over ten years since Dad passed away—
Stood lookin’ at the stranger, didn’t know what to say.
Dad never told us much ‘bout his life out on the range,
But he did mention his best pard, a man called Bob Strange.

We thanked Bob and asked him to join our Christmas feast,
He said no need for

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