It was the eve of Christmas in the shoe-like
dwelling,
A night of bygone Christmas days retelling.
But by the stroke of twelve they were all snug in
their beds,
Cradled with blankets of knitted threads.
The crackling fire left their cheeks the gentlest
bloom,
Rosier than the angel who looked upon the room.
But then the clock began to chime as if to tell,
That somewhere nearby rang a faint silver bell.
KEEP OVER-PRICED IN XMAS
to hell with hallmark and their bourgeois cards of greeting
purchased predomantly by husbands who are cheating
while their eyes are fixed on a teenage blonde who wiggles for older men only
as she leaves her high school fling on Christmas day feeling lost and lonely
to hell with macy's and their senile Santa in a cheap suit
to hell with their sales with which veracity has a dispute
i shed no tears for Sears and Roebuck too
and to The Home Depot and it's ilk I say "buck you"
there's fake snow and fake snowballs that will never melt
as Senile Santa loosens his belt and takes another belt
Walmart and K-Mart sell the same damned crap
but at Macy's your brat gets to sit on senile Santa's soiled lap
the ads for toys on television go on ad infinitum
while commercialism and greed become an item
these are all places where Christ and Christmas spirit is defied
and I don't think a really good sale is why my Savior Jesus died
(c) 2011.....phree
Innocence and hope, pureness of joy
Freshness in youth for each girl and boy
Precious ability to always believe
Through the eyes of a child...you'll see
First fluffy snowflakes of the season
Genuinely awaken the heart for no reason
Until Frosty appears among cries of glee
Through the eyes of a child...you'll see
Angels, candy canes, and balls of all colors
Shall deck the halls like no others
When blending together on one amazing tree
Through the eyes of a child...you'll see
White-bearded, red-suited, chubby old man
Thrilling children like no one else can
Doubtful, yet wishful, upon his knee
Through the eyes of a child...you'll see
Cookies are baked, stockings are hung
Decorations all around and shopping is done
Countdown begins to Christmas Eve
Through the eyes of a child...you'll see
It's wonderful how holidays take us back where we belong
Through treasured moments, the tune of a familiar song
Gather loved ones close, then you'll see
Through your eyes everything Christmas can be
Red, Blue, Green, White, lights. Oh what a beautiful sight. Twinkling all through
the night. All the colors are so bright. Christmas, Christmas is on its way.
Shopping and wrapping of the gifts on a rainy day. All the children are out to play.
So as we enter the Christmas day Santa is on his merrily merrily little way.
I want to spend a Christmas down under.
This land is a big one full of wonder.
While there is cold winter in the Northern Hemisphere,
Australia has summertime warmth down here.
Santa Claus will be carrying his big sack.
He will be driving a jeep through the Outback.
With all the Christmas carols we sang,
the season has come back like a boomerang.
Yes, another Christmas holiday is due.
I am hopping around happily like a kangaroo.
However, what makes this time especially great,
is an Australian woman I have met of late.
I can find her Christmas morning under my tree.
Santa Claus brought her as a gift just for me.
Christmas past
We always had a Christmas tree
My wife would decorate it without me
So many gifts by the tree
No empty space could you see
Our little ones would crawl all around
They would try climbing the gift mound
Year after year on Christmas morning
Kids tearing open gifts and I’m yawning
The kids woke early on Christmas day
We told the kids your older so go away
With the years going by
We could sleep longer my wife and I
Now since its just me
No more do I need a Christmas tree
My kids now grown and they see
What its like to do the Christmas tree
My grandpa was a scrooge when I was just a child.
He was so hateful and never gave anyone a smile.
Our grandpa was always guiet and never spoke a word.
The talking came from granny thats the only words we heard.
At our Christmas meal granny would say a prayer.
Mean'ol grandpa sat there in his big'ol wooden chair.
He never spoke a word or showed us that he cared.
But on Christmas morning grandpa's tree was never bare.
He handmade a present for each and everyone.
It took him over a year to get them all done.
Thought's of my late grandpa is why Christmas means so much.
I remember the handmade gifts he made with his loving touch.
Teresa Skyles
snowed in to your home cocoa in hand dreams of flurries dancing in your mind perfect time
to put up decorations and a tree and listen to christmas music and watch the mocie a
christmas celecrating many a oliday from christmas to kwanza and many more stressing
people out with the presense of the voice in your head saying to get the perfect gift money
and greed mean nothing at this time of year its family and friends that matter the most and
thats all the counts in the eyes of the beholder family is all you need
My queen, dip your quill in blood and write me a Sonnet on this Christmas night
Santuary where there’re wilted rose buds; sit tell me a story of the demonic acolyte
Paint me a poetic picture in my mind’s eye, so the images make love to my brain
Obscure words I begin to identify encompass me like a raging hurricane!
Entice me with your verse and take my mind away this Christmas night.
Spiritual hell in this cell, is my curse and only you can feed my ravenous appetite
Descendant of Mr. Poe, you emerge from the shadow of death.
Abstract words setting my being aglow; taking my very breath!
Recite, “The Raven” to quick start my heart, to fill up the pages of my writing pad.
Keys open the door to my haven, in which lies Edgar Allen Poe, my granddad!
Xrays show a heart as black as coal
Macabre of poetic art corrupting my very soul!
Acrostic ode to Ms Poe on this eerie Christmas Night!
Santa can’t stomach her dark mode, for under the mistletoe lies the demonic acolyte!!
I finally get it.
It has nothing to do with me.
I opened the eyes in my heart
and now I truly see.
I know that I'll be locked up
and that I wont get a toy.
But my heart is beating like a drum
and it's drumming in the Christmas joy.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Thank you Father for your Son.
The gift of my salvation
after my time on earth is done.
What an awesome present.
There isn't anything I want more.
I asked Him to come into my heart
and He walked right through the door.
I was feeling sad and lonely.
It's hard to be happy here in jail.
But when I think of Jesus' Birthday.
It makes me smile without fail.
Merry Christmas everybody!
I hope you feel it too.
If you've got the bah humbugs.
It's not about me or you.
It's about our Lord Jesus.
The gift that everyone can share.
God gave to us His only Son.
So let Him know how much you care.
I wrote this one Christmas when I
was in jail and thought I lost it
but there it was in my memory.
Merry X-mas everyone and God Bless you.
Wreath wrapped around the door of my hearth
Hearth's decor both symbol and integral part
Part of the pageantry and beacon of my hospitality
Material canvas eroding with time; modest beacon bequeathing my liberality
Time capsule which transports festive memories to my merry mind
Festive timber melded and artfully twined
Mirth and praise twined in harmonious refrain
Earthy refrain with delicate stitch and modest, pulpy strain
Modest harbinger of good will to all who it's crest ascend
Good will garnish that I with tidings of joy append
Garnish gratuitously crafted, residual hope to send
Hope that will past heartaches and trials rescend.
Sign post serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Token garland in which future Christmas dreams to consign
Wreath wrapped around the door of my heart
Hearth's door both symbol and integral part
Part of the pageantry and beacon of my hospitality
Material canvas eroding with time; modest beacon bequeathing my liberality
Time capsule which transports festive memories to my merry mind
Festive timber melded and then artfully twined
Mirth and praise twined in harmonious refrain
Earthy refrain with delicate stitch and modest, pulpy strain
Modest harbinger of good will to all who it's crest ascend
Good will garnish that I with tidings of joy append
Garnish gratuitously crafted, residual hope to send
Hope that will past heartaches and trials rescind
Signpost serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Shrouding wreath, with future Christmas dreams resonant
So many years of traveling back and forth to the
North Pole, where the weather's blustery
and the winds are extremely cold,
Santa always prevails as the Postal Sevice does,
Tackling hail, storms and blizzards,
His love for gift giving never wanes,
persevering through torrential rains,
But as time goes by, Santa's getting older,
The ride with the reindeers is like twirling
around in a roller coaster,
So, the elves decided to give him a break,
delivering the presents during horrendous earthquakes,
The ground rattled and shifted while the little elves
presented the goods,
passing the heavy items around with pieces of wood,
"Many elves make light work, " they chanted while
on their way,
"Santa's saving his strength," in order to travel for
several more holidays,
One Christmas of rest out of hundreds was the world's
present to him,
Saved from his rigorous schedule and idle banter,
He was free to preserve his vigor and vim,
with all his free time he may learn to croon or perhaps
become a Cantor,
All will be merry, all will be bright,
when the little elves arrive on Christmas Eve Night!
The window sill is piled with snow
The ingle nook is all aglow
We’ve cleaned and swept the floor
The wreath is hanging on the door
The lights are lit, the halls are decked
The list of tasks has all been checked
Now we’re filled with Christmas cheer
Let’s have a drink of Christmas beer
Then ring the bell and bang the drum
Rejoice, rejoice Christmas has come
Santa comes but once a year
Riding on his sleigh
From his North Pole HQ
With gifts for Christmas day
Santa comes down your chimney.
To fill your Christmas stockings
With nuts, fruit and candy
And all kinds of wonderful things
So remember on Christmas Eve
To be good girls and boys
Or Santa won’t come
To bring you lots of toys
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