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All the Christmas stories the children are learning
As the Christmas candle is burning.
The stories are being told by grandparents and parents alike
Sitting by the candle light.
Oh so many stories that must be told
Stories that never gets old.
Stories of different places and unfamiliar faces
Like stories of Uncle Scrooge and how the people s kindness he abused
And how he changed his ways, and the story lives on till this day.
Also the stories of Rudolph and frosty the snowman and Santa
And what he went through- to deliver presents to me and you.
Then you have the island of misfit toys and how
Each one yearned to be hugged by a little girl or boy
And Santa knew just what to do and they’ve been repaired like new.
The elves have worked all year long making toys for every girl and boy
This is Santa’s special day where he gives the toys they made away.
Then we see the children who can’t stay awake no matter how hard they try
Because the Sandman’s dust is in their eyes.
His sleigh will be in flight and the stars will be his guiding light
And Rudolph will brighten the way, so from his course he will not stray.
So many stories that the adults will tell as the children sit all around
Just looking up, not making a sound.
We need these story tellers who know how to weave a web
Till they close their eyes and are put in bed.
©L.RAMS 120914
Santa forgot to wear his mask
He’s put his beard to the task
Not allowed to slide down the chute
He’s wondering now how to commute.
Little kids can’t sit on Santa’s Lap
He’s sending each one a snap
Stockings hung outside the door
All mismatched what an eyesore
Reindeer’s instructions to cover all noses with holly
They can’t find Rudolf’s shiny nose, they see their folly
The elves on the shelves are watching you
Kids wash your hands and wear your mask
Or Santa will say No, to what you ask.
Mrs. Claus has cut up her apron to make masks
Now baking her cookies, a hell of a task.
05.12.2020
Santa's Covid Christmas Humor.
At last it has arrived,
let there be no doubt.
That everyone goes crazy
at the Christmas staff night out.
Now Santa took the sleigh.
He did not stop to think.
For that was very foolish
with all that food and drink!
Tooth fairy looked real nice
so did the pantomime dames,
but Grinch was asked to leave
for calling Santa names.
The leprechauns told anecdotes
in the spirit of Bob Hope.
The snowmen all got stoned
by passing round the dope.
Santa told rude jokes!
and some were even funny.
But everyone avoided
that randy Easter Bunny.
Jack Frost he was concerned,
told the Elves what he was thinking.
"That Santa"s getting drunk,
he is doing to much drinking."
When the meal was over,
the MC he did stand .
"Will you welcome live on stage,
The Boogie Man and his band."
The celebrations ended.
"Get on your merry way."
Santa staggered out
to try and find his sleigh.
The reindeer headed home
they knew the way to go.
They did not stop to think,
to take it kind of slow.
Santa started singing
a chorus of Wild Rover.
When flashing lights appeared
and he was soon pulled over.
"Lets see your drivers licence
and please put out that ***."
"Step out of the vehicle
and blow in to this bag."
Oh Santa was locked up.
You should have heard him wail.
"You have to let me out,
you have to give me bail."
His sentence will be soon
lets hope the courts a fan.
For what will happen next year?
If he gets a driving ban.!
Poor old Santa Clause
it is a sorry tale.
He got community service,
instead of going to jail!
By all means leave a carrot.
A glass of milk I think.
But don"t encourage Santa
by leaving out a DRINK!
© Ned Flanders
Disliked him instantly
He smelled of cigarette smoke
He was crass and rude and loud
He winked at me making me mad
Then he sat down at the piano
And showed the world what a maestro
can do; he played with the aid of angels
Faeries danced and elves wept
My traitorous feet began to dance
The whole room was swinging and swaying
He winked at several others.
His winking was part of his charisma
He was the puppet master.
My partner and I danced the whole set.
We bought him a beer. We told him how good he was.
He winked at me, and I was no longer insulted.
For he was magnetic, and his playfulness was a joy to behold.
Full moon brownies are breaking up adjectives
in the fairy land of poetry
Mushroom elves ignore their efforts.
They have nouns to chop up
Leprechauns toss some lively verbs
Owl rolls her eyes,
Although this is just the usual evening
At the fairy land of poetry
Colloquialisms? What? Why? Queen Faerie asks.
Her consorts do not know, but they have heard of them.
So now they want them.
She scoffs at their crazy notion.
Where are the prepositions? the Queen demands.
What kind of castle would it be without them?
Over the rafters, under the eaves, and in the water?
Moat faerie laughs because she has hidden the prepositions.
Government by the People
By Franklin Price
2/4/2018
Government by the people
Is, at best, a fantasy
Politicians, by volition,
Know much more than you and me
Not there to represent us
Only there to have their say
They often lead us by the nose
If we fail to see their way
We the people, who elected them
Are remiss, when at the polls
And re-elect the useless egotists
Who rob us of our very souls
When their position there is threatened
They'll resort to anything
To keep themselves in Washington
Enjoying politician's bling.
Following the money
To get more for themselves
It's better than the rainbow's end
With its pot of gold and elves
Don't think there's nothing we can do
Take some time to see who's best
Keep the ones who want the best for us
And vote out all the rest
As a kid, I loved reading “Nancy Drew” and “Trixie Belden” mysteries. As a teen I couldn’t ingest enough mythology; dragons, dwarves, elves, gnomes, centaurs and fairies were pure gold for my cache of thrills. As a young woman, Sherlock Holmes, Agatha Christie novels and terrors of Stephen King’s nightmares, owned my time and now biographies, philosophy, poetry and history crowd my personal library with one difference…since “Harry Potter” moved in with his friends; I revisit my inner child for respite.
Stories abound in
Nature; each leaf reveals one
As it, rides the wind.
Don't Stress Christmas
The northern skies are turning gray --
Seems the sun just doesn’t linger.
Christmas is just a month away,
And the nights are getting longer.
That Thanksgiving spent with family—
A briefly pleasant holiday—
Was forgotten all too quickly
By pushy crowds on Black Friday.
Our gift checklist seems like old Saint Nick’s,
But our staff is lacking Elves.
Shopping trips cause daily panics.
I wonder how we’ll feed ourselves.
We must buy more decorations,
So the yard looks like it’s snowing.
We fall deeper in depressions
As our credit keeps on growing.
Lord forgive commercialism
For ruining every Christmas.
Lord forgive consumerism
For dumping on us all that stress.
December is a dreary time,
Even when little angels sing.
The irony of Christmas time
Was that Christ was born in the Spring.
While standing in the checkout line,
Remember what the carols told.
Think of how Bethlehem’s star once shined,
As Israel’s prophets foretold.
Think of the awe of the shepherds
When they saw angels fill the air.
Coming to the stable, entered,
To meet the Holy Family there.
Instead of spending all you have,
Next November and December,
Spend time with all of those you love,
And teach them what to remember.
"A Savior born in Bethlehem"
Should bring us joy and happiness;
And “ Peace on Earth, goodwill to men”
Should set us free, not bring us stress.
Christmas is the season to be jolly
The holiday brings merriment and joys
With ho ho ho's and halls decked with holly
There's mistletoe and pine of loblolly
Santa has many elves that he employs
Christmas is the season to be jolly
He got letters from Andrew and Polly
Reading them is a task Santa enjoys
With ho ho ho's and halls decked with holly
Polly asked Santa for a sweet dolly
One calling, "Mama," in baby noise
Christmas is the season to be jolly
One elf got silly, ending in folly
Santa forgave him for the broken toys
With ho ho ho's and halls decked with holly
A boy name Ollie, wanted a collie
The perfect present for good little boys
Christmas is the season to be jolly
With ho ho ho's and halls decked with holly
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December 12, 2020
Deck The Halls Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Everything was created to perfection.
Order and harmony was its reflection.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Are a world unto them selves .
Man portraying his pigmy elves.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
We - a voice creating a wilderness.
Many try not to, this I must confess.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
|Are we able to become the salvation ?
for Mother Earth, Mother Natures creation.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Will the meek stand up and tower
over the strangest Creature’s power ?
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
Is faced with inevitable doom
as this little blue planet lowers the boom.
The strangest Creature !!!
On this little blue planet.
B. J. “A” 2
July 22nd 2015