Christmas Light Poems

The doctor spent hours fitting me with glasses
Those are the ones! My owner said.
Valentines Day is coming up.
And they will look cute at Christmas said...

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Take me to where the wildflowers grow and show me where to go, take me to where the wildflowers grow and wet my soul with...

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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
What a charming kid you are.
Across the silver screen you prance,
Though you can't act, or sing, or dance,
But for six whole years
Your...

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I don't follow many sports.
I'm boring you see.
Samantha, my cat, does apparently.
In these Pennsylvania winters of snow and ice,
I may have watched hockey, once or...

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May you get to spend time alone,
But never get to be lonesome.

May you never get so drunk,
You find yourself sitting on a shelf with an...

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Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with memories…
Pretty paper and happy ribbons,
Waiting beneath a tree,
Bustle of hearts, merrily laughing,
Devouring meals from hands
Who sliced and kneaded,...

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In the freezing night
In the cold world of mankind
In Mary’s warm arms
Laid burning love wrapped in flesh
An incinerating light  
...

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In a world that looks for something more –
In a package, in a store…
Remember to look beyond the material,
Toward the imperial…

Because it happens to be...

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Even when shadows tell you, ‘you’re not enough’,
Even when sorrows sneak into your world,
Even when darkness says, ‘you’re surely stuck’,
Even when doubts overtake you with...

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   From Silver Bells to Silent Night
     Christmas just wouldn't seem right
       without...

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Read about a family
With a house of sparkling lights,
Which take months for them to hang 
For weeks of festive Christmas nights.

They made the Guinness Records...

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At the heart of Christmas,
Beyond the bows and lights,
Shines a joyful realization…
Jesus – the way, the truth, the life.
Jesus… entered this cold world,
Without even a...

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There must be something left behind,
of the child that we used to be.
If we search within we may find,
that we still hold on to the...

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It's Christmas Eve at the North Pole,
But everybody is resting,
And Santa's sleigh's not been loaded
Because the elves are protesting.
They're demanding better wages,
A four-day work week,...

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..from that same kid several years and a couple of divorces later...

Dearest Santa,
Here's my list of things for which I am keen,
I've kept it lean,
In...

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