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Hot chocolate hot chocolate I like it sweet, at Yule time I'll drink it then take a back seat
beside the old tree where Santa I'll meet they'll be cookies galore for St Nick to eat
as he shimmies and jiggles on two booted feet and a face flushed like rubious beet
I'll be eager to meet him but I will not cheat as I wait for the daylight now isn't that neat !
hot chocolate hot chocolate with marshmallows too I'll watch the chimney as I quietly chew
I have coated the bricks with butter and goo so his belly will slide,
(wink) he'll know what to do !
Down in the manger the angels acrue waiting for Jesus to
make His debut
While the Three Kings are offering their three gifts on cue, dear Santa
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for you
Hot chocolate hot chocolate I like it sweet,
but when it comes to Jesus, I won't take a back seat.
"When we remember a special Christmas, it is not the presents that made it special, but the laughter, the feeling of love, and the togetherness of friends and family that made that Christmas special." —Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, make my Christmas bright with gaiety,
with scents of cookies baking and the tree,
a fir bejeweled and lovely in its trim
of silver tinsel sparkling from each limb.
Oh, make the Yuletide shine with harmony.
Yes, make it ring with laughter and with glee
as crowded round the organ, family
sing “Jingle Bells” and “Deck the Halls” with vim!
Oh, make my Christmas bright.
And make it ever gleam that I might see
those glistening faces smiling back at me
around the fireplace as day grows dim
and all recall the miracle of Him
we’re reverencing. How fond my memory!
Oh, make my Christmas bright.
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The oven hums,
a steady hymn.
Like December's first snow,
flour drifts across the countertop.
Her hands~
kneading, rolling, pressing~
leave maps in the dough.
I trace them with a cookie cutter,
star-shaped, blunt at the edges.
Powdered sugar hangs in the air,
a sweet ghost.
We laugh,
and it sticks to our cheeks,
to the aprons she sewed from fabric scraps,
to the memories we don’t yet know
we’re making.
The timer rings.
The cookies glow.
And for a moment,
the whole world is warm.
Inside friends but more
Everyone knows I’m beyond
A friend or tinder whore
Hitting spots you love and cuddling up
We pretend that it’s just touch
Time spent isn’t much; strange to think.
Listening to Frank Ocean
Told me not to show emotion
We’ve been doing this for months
It’s beyond the sex
But you do it best
Situation is a mess
Even so I’m truly vexed.
I look up to you (literally)
I volunteer I want you
To show me what to do
Won’t work for free
Did that as a teen
But where have you been
My whole life
Let me down twice
Third times the charm
I’ve learned it’s beyond
The sex and the second time
We’ll do it right this time
You brought me back
To rub your back
And gave me back that feeling
I would spend
The rest of my days exploring you.
I see you in everything.
Real life, in my dreams.
Am I exploring life for you?
Are you my muse?
Is that a problem?
I’m going to make more cookies.
You don’t know that.
Didn’t ask.
Want to share?
I know you like them.
Those are facts.
No emotion there.
These holidays, like a whirlwind romance…can’t catch my breath. Hustle and bustle of parties and gifts. Figuring it all out, the list, counting it at least twice. Birthday parties piled up, tissue paper scattered like snowballs or tumbleweed. Rolling the dice, flipping cards, cookies and cake some more…some more. New Year’s Eve brings a birthday not a hollow ring, nor cutesy bells. Initialization of the New Year, more of the same, as my baby was sick during December - first her youngest then mine.
born eve of new year
wore tax exemption onesie -
written fifty times
I exaggerate, but the shirt cannot be found for evidence so you will have to take my word for it. Don’t call me a liar, for too many folks have their “pants on fire,” if they can find their pants, for they even misplace their cocaine.
These holidays I run through like I am running on hot coals, still thinking of others. One fun annual event is going to the Melting Pot with my sisters. The one time of year we disappear from our lives, dress up and just laugh and laugh some more, cheer ourselves as if we were little kids, dripping with chocolate treats.
we’re fond of fondue
we share with a wine bottle -
bonding us sisters
So, is it over after the first? You might think so, but then the third. Yes, the third is time for more cake and ice cream. I’m creamed…tired, that is. Frothing topples over into January. I can’t win, you know. I’ve tried. So somewhere down the line, I have to get my waistline back.
sense of humor kept
up-down I drift on the raft -
days of endless froth
I am not complaining. Life is full. I’m retired but the calendar is full. There is time for slow down. I don’t hope for that yet. Meetings set, beta book readings, one year Bible…ahh…in the beginning…for somehow it tickled me to read as I bought my book at a library sale and started with October, thus I just finished Revelation.
going on and on
sorry for the long poem -
Happy New Year friends
After much reflection and introspection I am making an alphabetical list of the things that make me, me. I'm sure there are more that I could add, but for now this is who I am:
First of all I am of the female persuasion.
I am AMERICAN by birth,
I am a BAKER of cookies and cakes (nothing fancy),
I am a CHRISTIAN by faith,
CARING and COMPASSIONATE by nature,
CREATIVE and CURIOUS,
DEARLY loved DAUGHTER (though my parents have passed),
DAYDREAMER extraordinaire,
EMOTIVE EMPATH,
FAITHFUL FRIEND (I'm a good listener),
FIRST-BORN child,
I am completely FALLIBLE,
GRATEFUL for all my blessings (God is good),
A GRANDMA to six greatly loved grandchildren (my biggest blessings)
I am a HOMEBODY with questionable housekeeping skills,
IMPULSIVE at times, but mostly cautious,
INQUISITIVE, always ready to learn something new,
KINDHEARTED,
LOVER of God, cats, chihuahuas (and other small dogs), music and chocolate,
I am MARRIED and the MOTHER of two sons.
NORMALLY NON-VIOLENT and NURTURING,
I have OLD-FASHIONED values (never going to change),
ORGANIZATION eludes me, (You should see my desk!)
OVERWEIGHT (pleasantly plump, maybe?)
I am a PEACEMAKER, a POETESS,
A QUIET introvert (is there any other kind?),
An avid READER (my Kindle is maxed out),
I am RIGHT-HANDED,
I am a SISTER, aunt, niece and cousin,
SAVED by the grace of God through Jesus,
I tend to be SELFISH (but I'm working on that),
I am SHORT in stature (I've actually shrunk an inch!)
TEA is my beverage of choice in the mornings,
The THESAURUS and dictionary are my friends,
I am UNDERSTANDING (but not always understood),
I am VALUABLE to my family and friends (or so they say),
WIFE to a loving, faithful husband,
I WORRY too much, (should pray more)
I love WORDS and WRITING makes me happy.
List Poem
Revised 7/11/24
"only heartache, despair, depression to give company!" (By Poet)
a picture of loneliness struck me hard,
when I saw her sitting
on a bench at scenic seaside...
face lined with years of anxiety and toil,
vacant eyes fixed at the horizon,
where the last rays of glimmering sun
going down the lapping emerald waters
of the ocean!
You can be lonely even in a crowd!
There are so many people around her,
Do they understand how deserted she feels!
She has worked hard for family all her life,
neglected her own comfort to wipe their tears,
encouraged them to stand tall in distress,
in sickness, spent sleepless nights by their bedside,
toiled in the kitchen for countless hours
to provide healthy food,
baked cookies and cakes for celebrations,
so they enjoy the feasts!
But one day…
she finds a dejected, lonely herself!
money, gifts…nothing matters!
cars, jewellery! useless to her.
a luxurious house...feels a burden!
She wants to connect with them,
for them to feel the emptiness -
a ruptured thread - in her heart
which she suffers alone!
Nobody is at her side!
A haze blocks communication,
only heartache, despair, depression to give company!
March 16, 2023
For "L" words Poetry Contest
Theme: Lonely
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Strand 1201 Poetry Contest
Author's note: This piece, dear reader, is my idea of a possible 3rd grade writing assignment around this time of year.
Dear Santa,
What I'd really like for Christmas is a effalump,
Or a camel with a funny hump,
Or a hippopocerus that I could teach to jump,
Or a puppy dog will do for Christmas.
Next, please disappear my baby brother, Ben,
So I can be the only child again.
I won't have to share my toys with him, and then,
All the presents will be mine at Christmas.
And then I'd like for you to bring my daddy back,
'cause we need him here more than in Iraq,
So Mommy will stop sleeping with my Uncle Jack.
That's the last thing on my list for Christmas.
Just in case that Mrs. Santa's on the sleigh with you,
Our chimney's big enough, she can come down, too.
And I promise I won't tell her what I saw you do
Beneath the mistletoe with Mom last Christmas.
I'll leave you milk and cookies like I'm s'posed to do,
They'll be gluten-free, so they're good for you,
And a fifth of Scotch, if you will be a good boy, too,
And bring me everything I want for Christmas.
Thank you and Merry Christmas.
Yours truly,
Johnny Dorflemeyer
Age 8
Christmas Tree in the bedroom this year
sugar cookies for my Sweets
supreme delight surprise for my curious taste buds
some old Christmas soul playing from another rare channel that i discovered
the stars are bright
the moon is fondly full
two whole weeks with nowhere to go
Christmas movies galore
AND AWAY WE GOOOOO!
we forget about time, work, bills, and the modern world
it will be there when we get back
she tells me to turn up the volume
i gladly oblige with no hesitation
the smiles are so obvious
the chocolate chip cookies are now ready
my aging stomach growls in delight despite
i turn off the old Christmas soul because the movie is getting good
my Sweets in her favorite robe and throw blanket and i in my man stuff
are all settled down in a vibe after smoothing out what was rough
no debris, no dirt, no ashes, and no dust
our binge watching on 11, Santa Claus will be chillin' eatin' cookies and other things with us
Pagan roots you say
The joy of Christ it now displays
Whatever it was it no longer means
Christmas cheer our tree now brings
So celebrate this joyous holiday
With Christmas trees in every way
Be they real or artificial
Decorate because they are special
Stream with lights that twinkle
And colorful paper that crinkles
Beautiful bulbs of wood or glass
New for the year or treasures of the past
Ribbons and garland, tinsel and candy canes
Cute stockings with everyone's name
String with cranberries and popcorn
Hang with ornaments of drums and horns
Cookies baked and swirled with icing yummy
They won't hang long but end up in full tummies
Presents chosen with love and care
Bring togetherness with joy we share
At the top an angel or star
Displayed in the front window, it beckons far
Guiding family and friends to come in
Home to celebrate with the love within