Long Christmas eve Poems
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My Sweet Heart
Dear Sweet heart, I met you on Christmas EVE.
My best PAL introduced, I believe.
On next day party,
Elegant lady,
Gentle pretty!
Your ROSY cheeks blushed: Rose I was to give.
Skilled TAILOR made your dress so glamourous!
MAROON dots, BLACK stripes on WHITE: Gorgeous.
You held the posy
of LILY and DAISY.
I felt so crazy.
‘MERRY Christmas’ You addressed all of us.
I was dressed in BROWN suit and golden tie
I held your hand, you looked sweet soft and shy.
Christmas CAROL sung
Jingle BELL was rung.
JASMINE garland hung.
BRIGHT Full Moon smiled observing us from sky.
Names used in Block letters. Similar pronunciation MERRY: MARY
PAL: PAUL TAILOR: TAYLOR
11/29/16
What's in a Name Contest Viv Wigley
First Place
A time of togetherness
with entire family.
The unwrapping of presents
under Christmas tree.
My father telling stories
about to birth of Jesus.
Christmas Eve trips to the store
accompanying Mom.
My relatives visiting
and I'd join them in singing
popular Christmas carols;
wondrous memories!
Pining for a white Christmas;
sometimes going to movies
or driving around with Dad.
Oh, those were fun times!
Watching biblical epics,
especially "King of Kings."
The first time I saw Santa
I'll never forget!
It was Christmas Eve, not a soul made a sound,
And not so much as a mouse could be found,
The children had hung their stockings on the hearth,
As a quiet, peacefulness gently fell upon the Earth,
My family were all asleep, their heads full of dream,
Of Santa's arrival with his eight reindeer team,
Father in his nightcap, slept soundly in bed,
And Mother in her nightgown of green and red,
When all of a sudden I heard a commotion,
And jumped out of bed with a curious notion,
I ran to the window and pulled open the curtain,
I thought it must be Santa Claus for certain,
New fallen snow shone bright below the moon,
Giving the illusion of daylight in mid afternoon,
I looked out my open window despite the cold,
When a sight met my eyes, wonderous to behold,
A lively, old gentleman aboard a great sleigh,
With eight tiny reindeer leading the way,
As quick as a bolt of lightning out of the sky,
He called to each one as they rocketed by,
"Now, Donner! Now, Vixen! Now, Dasher and Dancer!,
On, Cupid! On, Blitzen! On, Comet and Prancer!,
Leap up to the wall and onto the rooftop,
Dash away all and let us make our first stop!",
They flew through the air with much ease,
Like dry autumn leaves on a sudden breeze,
The reindeer landed so smooth and swift,
Along with Santa and a sleigh full of gifts,
I heard their hoofs pawing upon the shingle,
And joyful laughter from that old Kris Kringle,
To be continued in Part 2....
Kay wanted a hippopotamus
for Christmas,
nothing else would do,
her family bore the witness.
She did not want a fancy doll
or a fuzzy teddy bear,
She did not want a frilly dress
or sparkles for her hair.
Santa crossed the isthmus
with water on both sides,
he found the mighty river horse*
and shrank it down in size.
Santa made his run
on snowy Christmas Eve,
Placed the beast below the tree
and turned around to leave.
Little Kay was standing there
wiping sleep away,
She hugged pink hippo very tight and knew
her life would once again be gay**
* "hippopotamus" comes from Greek words meaning "river horse".
**”gay” meaning “lighthearted and carefree”.
In a workshop far away
Toils a man to fill his sleigh
In the window, there’s fresh snow
And the winds swings to and fro
He is working hard from dawn
While creations that are spawn
Pile up on the empty shelves
Helping him are faithful elves
He makes toys and cherished gifts
And what his long list there depicts
On the stove, the tea is brewing
Savory pot roast that is stewing
But this man must toil away
Much to Mrs. Claus’ dismay
Be he cannot take a break
All the presents, he must make
When he flies on Christmas Eve
All the people will believe
That he is the world’s greatest wizard
And can handle any blizzard
So to bring the children toys
And bring joy to girls and boys
She was a very beautiful woman, both inside and out.
She was one hell of a lady; that's what I'm talking about.
The world became a better place in 1977 on the day of her birth.
She married in 2007 and her husband was the luckiest man on Earth.
She starred in Drexell's Class, Almost Home, and Sister Sister.
She was a wonderful human being and people will miss her.
She was a talented lady and she was very sweet.
I regret that the two of us didn't get a chance to meet.
It was very sad that the Lord decided that it was time for her to leave.
She was surrounded by loved ones when she was buried on Christmas Eve.
She was unique; there will never be another person like her again.
Millions of people are devastated because her life came to an end.
(DEDICATED TO BRITTANY MURPHY WHO DIED DECEMBER 20, 2009.)
Here, my gift,
My hand in yours.
Hear, my promise,
No weapons of war.
Here, my heart,
Full of love and peace.
The time is here,
It's Christmas Eve!
When every hand is held
None can go astray
The whole world is at peace
On this Christmas day
Here, I stand.
Full of love!
Here, I am!
Connecting us
There you are,
Let us be,
I take your hand
A gift of peace.
When every hand is held
None can go astray
The whole world is at peace
On this Christmas day
Here, is faith
Dividing us
Here is color
Dividing us
Join together
Find that common ground
Hear the way our unity
Can make a joyful sound
When every hand is held
None can go stay
The whole world is at peace
On this Christmas day
It was a Christmas Eve.
Wearing my casual winter outfit
I set out for my granny’s home,
a mile away from my dwelling.
The moon rising from the horizon
spread its soft glow all around.
Under my feet, on the snow-clad ground,
the silhouettes of the snow laden trees,
appeared to me as the spirits of the dead.
The dilapidated houses with icicles under their roofs,
loomed up to me like the ghosts with mouths open wide.
Silence everywhere, and not a soul nearby,
I felt that I was haunted by them at every step.
My heart pounded out of my chest
and my teeth chattered beyond my control.
This unusual jugalbandi made me unconscious.
When I awoke, I was in a hospital bed,
cold to the bone and wet through with the sweat.
Sleigh bells jingle in the wind.
It is not the cold and biting kind.
More like a balmy winter breeze.
As nightfall descends the air stills
And all is hushed and damp.
Nature has huddled down to doze.
Silence now pervades the night.
The moon asleep behind thick clouds.
Darkness disseminates over the land.
An anticipation of precipitation grows.
Soon soft white flakes float lazily
Down through the dark, damp, air.
Amassing in a cool white blanket,
Over the previously bare brown ground.
As Christmas day dawns bright,
The landscape has transformed overnight.
Just as it was over two thousand years ago.
Why not me, i always asks,
In shadows where the silence basks,
When sickness came, I felt the chill,
While soup and love were his to fill.
Mom turned her back, her heart a stone,
As I lay weak, so all alone.
He got the doctor, the gentle care,
While I was left to fight despair.
When trouble found me, I faced the door,
Locked away, my spirit sore.
But he, with mischief in his eyes,
Was met with laughter, no need for lies.
On Christmas Eve, I found my bed,
In a van where dreams and hope had fled.
While he flew home, first class, so bright,
Wrapped in warmth, a joyful sight.
And when the shadows whispered low,
I turned to drugs, a desperate flow.
Shunned and scorned, I wore the blame,
While he was coddled, safe from shame.
Why not me, I cry to the night,
In the echoes of wrong and right.
A sister’s heart, so bruised and torn,
While a brother’s path is softly worn.
Yet in the dark, a flicker glows,
A strength within that only grows.
Though my mom may turn away,
I’ll rise again, come what may.
So why not me? I’ll find my way,
Through storms and shadows, come what may.
For love is fierce, and hope is free,
But in my heart, I’ll always ask, Why not me.