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'Twas the night before Christmas
I had myself a beer
Brushed off my apron
It was time for cheer
After all it’s Christmas eve
Hear! Hear!
It’s so exciting
A lovely atmosphere
Light fluffy snow
Santa’s sitting here
Sipping on hot coco
He’s grinning ear to ear
Comfy in his rocking chair
And looking so cavalier
Not worried by the time
Same story every year
He waits till the last minute
Until I volunteer
To pack a lunch and
Call his every reindeer
I remind him to make haste
Grab his bag and gear
Under children’s trees
Presents don’t just appear
So much to plan and do
Fly through each hemisphere
Unless he’s thinking
Changing his career
He better quick hit the road
And best be on his merry way
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 21, 2019 for contest THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
T,
Whipped in with the passion fruit pavlova
your love dangles me, caresses me
so so delicately;
tongued, swirled, teased
then tasted
~ ~
oh so so heavenly
sent and enjoyed
on this
my very very special
Christmas Eve night
a dessert destined to destroy
then rebuild
deliciousness delivered
and devoured
in creases
where trust is created
in more than a meal
pursed lips press
under a star lit tree
dressed in little more than desire
me in a bow tie
you in your red best
burning down candles
with much more than fire
presents await
but your presence is all
covertly coveted
Turned on the TV to see what they'd say
There's crowds in the streets all around the UK
Shelves being ransacked at Tesco all day
It's happening too in the U S of A
My TV depicting an end, clearly near
With Donald Trump there and Brexit right here
Then back to the masses, although it’s unclear
Whether it's panic or madness or fear
They're showing us scenes of emptying shelves
With mobs going frantic, all out for themselves
TVs get lifted from where they were racked
It's easy to see that society's cracked
Hoarders are scooping up baked beans and bread
Brand names all gone, own label instead
'Food for my family', is what one said
'I've got to provide for fear they'd be dead’
Coffee and alcohol, biscuits and cakes
Sausages, burgers, bacon and steaks
Folk grab at board games with ladders and snakes
And luxury watches, both real ones and fakes
And now the news treats us to Donald Trump's face
He's saying he's set for a nuclear race
He's gonna build brick walls all over the place
Cos the US is full and there ain't no more space
So they're panicking far and they're panicking near
The whole of the western hemisphere
The Ruskies have nukes and they're all pointing here
It seems that the mobs are in justified fear
Then back to the markets and bustling streets
Shopping bags bulging with with copious eats
Vegetables, fruit and myriad meats
All crammed into car boots and on the back seats.
Now we view traffic jammed up standing still
Ambulance racing to someone who's Ill
Drivers attempting to show some goodwill
No room to manoeuvre though sirens are shrill
Then back to the clambering hands and shelves bare
Frantic swipes reach for the last items there
Desperate housewives all pulling out hair
Their trollies still holding a square inch of air
As fighting breaks out in aisle number eight
Some fellow bought milk... An entire crate
But what made the other bloke really irate?
The last crate was grabbed by the first bloke's mate
I turn in shame from my TV
Can't bare to see the things I see
Where once we had humanity
This war has brought depravity
But as I turn, the room to leave
I hear the words I can't believe
Do my eyes and ears deceive?
This is not war... It's Christmas Eve
Christmas season of nineteen forty-seven, straight from heaven was the rush.
Delighted to have a job, Dollene was eager to get to work that Christmas Eve day.
It will probably be a busy day, Mr. Bentley, the sales manager had said in a hush.
When the doors of Macy’s open, the crowd pushed themselves in, merrily and gay.
They came for the dolls, the trucks, the blocks, the coloring books and ornaments too.
Dollene was so busy, she did not think about lunch or eating until a quarter after two.
Mr. Bentley came by as she started to leave, and warned her if she left her station,
He would have to give her job to his cousin, who would be thrilled with titillation.
Luckily, she was so busy by now, being yelled at that this one was next. That one’s a liar.
Her landmark number of sales receipts were piling up to the ceiling, and maybe much higher.
By the time she got finished two seconds before Macy’s closed her welcoming doors,
Dollene’s limp used up body slid down uncomfortably, on one of the toy aisle floors.
Don’t forget to tidy up the shelves, Mr. Bentley said in his mean little way as he walked by.
More exhausted than on black Friday, she could not rouse a foot, an arm, a wink or an eye.
Anyone whose shelves are left like this will be fired at the end of this record sales day,
Mr. Bentley said, sashaying away in his usual abrasive ugly mean heartless privileged way.
Muddrocker, the moose, crossed the reindeer’s picket line
He’ll be okay, father reassured mother, he’ll be fine.
Dasher and Vixen wanted to scratch out Muddrocker’s eyes.
Santa was thrilled to see him on Christmas Eve, no big surprise.
Reindeer were pouting and snorting as sleigh drove away.
Santa realized he needed no more reindeer on this sacred day.
Fired them all after Muddrocker took him all around.
Reindeers’ wives left them too, we all soon found.
It’s not fair! Said Rudolph, they needed my nose!
Apparently not, said a new reindeer named Mose.
Santa and Muddrocker had fun that wonderful night.
And children were amazed by their terrific sight.
Another Christmas season has arrived, at last
and like so many others from Yuletides past,
I'm glad some things have remained unchanged
Although the furniture has been rearranged.
Across the room, a fire crackles and burns
Jenny has grown; for love, her heart yearns
I recall when all she wanted was a baby doll
and skates for the new ice rink in the mall
I've been unpacked in just enough time to see
my family hanging ornaments upon their fir tree.
Garlands of holly berries and popcorn strung
The green velvet stockings beneath me are hung
There's gingerbread scent and carols on the radio
Dad sneaked a kiss from Mom under the mistletoe
The angel nods to me as she's lifted into place
atop the tree. She once told me her name is Grace.
There's old Kaci, the collie, fast asleep on his rug
Grandpa looks sad. I wish I could give him a hug
Mom is headed for the mantle to give me a shake
She's always gentle, taking care I don't break.
I was a gift from her Mom on Christmas, long ago
when she had asked Santa to please bring her snow,
but snow didn't fall in the South where she resided.
I was the closest thing Santa had lovingly provided
Tears fill Mom's eyes as my snow starts to flurry
I've become a bit cloudy and that makes her worry,
but I'll see her smile again Christmas Eve night
when she puts me in Jenny's stocking by fire light.
December 15, 2020
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Blessings, love, peace and joy to you and your loved ones. The true gift is in the meaning of this Yuletide celebration. Thank you God and Jesus Christ.
The night before Christmas
By Michelle Morris
24/12/2022
'Twas the night before Christmas
A bonny Christmas eve
Dark skies with twinkling lights
Awaiting reindeer feet
They'll fly over the heavens
Carry Santa on his sleigh
They'll land on many rooftops
And bring gifts to everyone
But this night isn't about presents
It's about the gift of Jesus Christ
He came to Earth to save us
To help put all our souls right
He was sent by God on high
The purest gift of forgiveness
To remind us of God's favour
His love and grace and mercy
Tell the children about Jesus
How we celebrate His birth
Remind them that this celebration
Is not just gifts and mirth
We remember hope and joy
We remember compassion and peace
We remember true faith
And what this Yuletide means
So, tuck the kids in tightly
Snug as little bugs
Let them dream of kindness
Peace and joy; hope and love
Thank you to God and Jesus
For everything You do
We appreciate Your gift
We appreciate all You do
For the gift is in the giving
Of the best of who we are
We are all capable of being
Pure and bright little stars
Like the wise men we'll look up
And see the starry skies above
We'll place our faith in You
And know that we are loved
© Michelle Morris, 2022
A long time ago when I was a boy
Christmas was a special time of the year.
A time of glad tidings and of good cheer;
memories of these days still bring me joy.
Christmas Eve night was a magical time;
a time family together would enjoy.
The hope that Santa brings that special toy;
one gift we open then into bed we climb.
Up Christmas morn to see what Santa brought;
then off to Mass to start our Christmas Day,
and greet the Christ child on our knees we pray.
Our faith came first, this is how we were taught.
Back home after Mass, we had breakfast first
then we all opened presents one by one.
Laughing and playing and having great fun;
the day proceeds as seemingly rehearsed.
Late in the day to Grandparents we go;
many aunts, uncles, and cousins to see;
a large extended family have we,
and our Christmas buffet was such a show.
These my fond memories from days of yore
when I was a young boy way back then.
If I could I would do it all again;
sometimes I wish Christmas was as before.
December 1, 2017
Jubilant shoppers scamper down the street:
looking for super sales on Christmas Eve.
And holiday smiles greet all friends they meet
feigning they’re in a hurry to leave.
It was snowing to everyone's delight:
and the people were friendly and cheerful.
Then I saw something that didn't look right:
and my mood changed from jolly to tearful.
A beggar and his dog shared a bedroll:
snuggling up close, attempting to stay warm.
And it was plain; cold had taken its toll:
yet together, they'll survive this storm.
I've never seen such beautiful sadness:
true love, amid this indulgent madness.
The grass "dewed" in spring’s early morning shimmer
Upon a crocus lay an "alula" in the sun with a glimmer
A symbol of many flights on every "level" there is to be
Whether it be "solos" or those together, feeling free
Often at "noon" Robin hop across the sunny land
Their "stots" fun to watch, then so still they do stand
Summer brings the "pop" of fireworks in the sky to see
Hummingbirds, "kayak", cookouts and bumble bee
Fall for me can sometimes bring on a "doom mood"
As fun summer "sagas" end, squirrels scramble for food
Winter looms but "live not evil", for there is Christmas "Eve"
Followed by Christmas, a "tenet" most important to believe
Heidi Sands
9/26/18
*Placed 2nd in Palindromes 2 Contest.
One palindrome for each sentence.(oops one sentence has 2) Difficulty getting the bold to work for the words.
Dewed - Past tense verb of wet
Alula - Broken bird's wing
Level - Horizontal plane above or below given point
Solos - Plural for one singular person
Noon - Midday
Stots - Bounces
Pop - Explosive sound
Kayak - Canoe of a type used originally by the Inuit, made of light frame
Doom Mood - Feeling of things going badly or to get worse
Sagas - Long stories of achievement
Live Not on Evil - Choice not to live evil
Eve - Period of time immediately before an event
Tenet - Principle of belief, especially one of the main principles of religion