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Who was Saint Nick?
Was it a military trick?
Just like a Screen Actors Guild member
You might remember
St Nick made this thing stick
By changing his name to Santa Claus
Then magically he started breaking down walls
Stuffed with love
Santa’s message flies like a dove
It takes faith for children to learn how to wait
They have been told when most the world is cold
This gigantic elf with eternal health
Comes into their house as quiet as a mouse.
Giving something to them
usually left under the tree in the den.
But what does this all mean in this children’s dream.
If you think about it over that Christmas meal
The subject does make one welcome with a warm feel
Already anointed a King we celebrate this fact with songs that we sing.
Jesus recruited bread when he wanted to be fed.
His friends wrote things down and published it when Jesus was no longer around.
An understanding on what thing are about
Can be the true gift when someone is trying to work something out.
At the holiday table interpret what it meant when Jesus was born in a stable
During this time, they wished upon a star
With new hope an answer will come from a far
Does a voice actually come when this is done?
Not really but, this is what was won
You see Jesus gave his life and he really did not have a wife
It was an awful thing since the power of be did not like it when they called him king
Years later here comes this artistic portrait
A man in a red suit who was deemed worth it
Like a main character in a book
Everyone imagines Santa’s look
Just like the holy spirit who steps in to say never fear it.
You do not see Jesus or Santa Claus
But they are there standing tall
In conclusion this is a peaceful solution
That in the end and when asked to defend
It is faith that is the greatest gift
When one needs a lift
Carry on with this delightful tradition
Knowing full well it is a well thought out artistic mission
My mother takes me to different places
and laughs at all my silly faces.
She runs me a nice warm bath
and helps me with my math.
My mother makes me healthy snacks to eat
and sometimes let's me have a treat.
She takes care of me when I'm hurt
and cleans me up when I'm covered in dirt.
My mother talks to me about all the dangers
and reminds me not to talk to strangers.
She tells me not to lie
and wipes my tears when I cry.
My mother always brushes my hair
and teaches me how to share.
She claps for me when I'm right
and comforts me in the night.
My mother is 5 feet, 4 inches tall
and she is the best mother of all!
by Ana Espinola Collins
I wrote this poem for children years ago....I thought today was the perfect day to share it with everyone!
The Weight of Bread
He wakes before the sun learns how to rise,
Dreams folded neatly, hunger in his eyes.
The world demands its payment every day,
Rent, bills, and bread;there’s never room to stay.
Coins clink like questions in his trembling hand,
Each one already promised, already planned.
School fees, medicines, a flickering light,
He counts his worries every single night.
His hands are rough, the maps of endless toil,
Stained by sweat, by dust, by honest soil.
He builds the homes he’ll never get to own,
Lifts other dreams while carrying his own.
He smiles for children, hides the ache inside,
Swallows pride so his loved ones can survive.
No holidays, no rest, no soft retreat,
Just tired feet on unforgiving streets.
The world calls him “poor,” but does not see
The wealth of courage in his dignity.
For in his silence lives a powerful art,
A rich, unbreakable, human heart.
Watch another sunrise in the early morn
Say another prayer for children yet unborn
Give my children hugs no matter what they did
Never stop remembering that I was once a kid
Be positive with each new day, never dwell upon the past
Enjoy each and every moment as if it were my last
Embrace the pain and chaos that is so prevalent these days
Look at it as a blessing and seek out better ways
Tomorrow may not be there so live just for today
Learn to keep my mouth shut if I have nothing nice to say
Eat a few more ice creams, drink a few more beers
Challenge myself daily to overcome my fears
Be a little kinder to the one’s who caused me pain
Spread a little sunshine, take long walks in the rain
Listen to more music, early rock and roll
Let me touch another’s heart, let the music touch my soul
Say a few more prayers for those who no longer sing
Perform random acts of kindness in the name of Christ The King.
Twas the night before Christmas, Santa in panic.
Each year Christmas Eve became more and more manic.
The world’s population was growing and growing
And, with climate change, it never stopped snowing
The old sleigh had certainly seen better days.
It barely could cope with how much Santa weighed.
And Santa himself was well past retirement;
The reindeer no longer up to requirement.
Poor Rudolph, whose nose used to shine brightly red,
Had strapped on an LED head torch instead.
The rest of the team, once willing and able,
Had hardly the strength to exit their stable.
So Santa, whose nature was not to be cruel,
Decided to change to alternative fuel.
Battery powered from nation to nation,
He was flying from charging station to station.
So, though Santa tried as hard as he could,
He was a bit late, even if you’d been good.
And, for children who lived a long way away,
They had to be patient until Boxing Day.
My home is in the atmosphere, my name is Bobby Bubble
Everywhere I float around, I always get in trouble
I floated passed a tree one day, to visit Dr. Seuss
But sitting in the tree I passed, was Mrs. Mother Goose
I asked her if she knew where Dr. Seuss was...
And if she had seen him around
She replied, "I think he went that-a-way cuz"
Then she pointed to the ground
I waited for the wind to blow...
so that I can catch a ride
But it blew towards a cave of bats
And it carried me inside
A thousand eyes were looking at me
As I floated all alone
I was scared, I wanted out
I wanted to get home
A thousand wings have fluttered
And it caused the wind to swirl
It blew me round and round so fast
You should have seen me twirl
The wind was fierce and pushed me out
Then I landed in some rubble
Things got a little worse, when I had burst...
And split- now I have a double
A Fairy Tale For Children - New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
2-13-2019
Christmas Morning
Store displays are filled with all sorts of items:
Ladies’ wear, manly things, and toys for children.
Christmas morning is for opening presents.
Pole-to-pole colourful Christmas lights brighten
On happy, warmly dressed people with money to spend.
Window displays are filled with all sorts of items.
Rosy cheeks with dimples express excitement
For the Yule with cheerful compliments, godsend.
Christmas morning is for opening presents.
People shopping and bumping with upset children
While carrying boxes and bags of presents.
Store displays are filled with all sorts of items.
Come Christmas Eve there is feasting and merriment
As daylight hours shorten and darkness descends.
Christmas morning is for opening presents.
Let the choir sing and ring bells to enlighten.
Love and goodwill to men, women, and children.
Store displays are filled with all sorts of items.
Christmas morning is for opening presents.
"Flowering Spring, of new life and rebirth; today is a day we honor when Jesus rose from the dead." Quote by poet
Season of Joy and Hope near
Easter; Jesus's resurrection,
a time to exalt Him so dear.
We celebrate Easter Sunday;
we dress in our very best,
to church we appear.
A basket of brightly painted eggs
brought by the Easter Bunny,
hidden around the grass, dregs,
and garden for children to find.
Children in their greatest delight.
~
He bore our sufferings, take mind.
Now that we are here,
I believe in one Lord Jesus Christ
who arose again on the third day.
3/19/2023
1 Corinthians 15:4
“And that he was buried, and that he rose again the third day according to the scriptures:”
Now That We Are Here Poetry Contest
Now that we are here N/A 3/28/2023
The decorations on the Christmas Tree
were spectacular, all seemed a wonderland
created not only for children who love presents;
although the snow did not fall, it still looked magical...
who could have wished for a more perfect scene?
Why has the Christmas joy lasted only for one day?
The dazzling lights and the laughter of Santa
lifted spirits up, they all smiled and believed in him;
the long wait has ended for the kids anxious
to open their gifts and stay up 'till the early hours
of the arising morning and slowly falling asleep!
Carolers stopped by my door and sang,
in those serene glances, I saw warm and familiar faces
who had gone to Heaven and reached out to me;
no tear fell, gladness filled that emptiness...
I could have cried, but joy replaced sadness instantly!
Why has the Christmas joy only lasted for one day?
Shouldn't it be lasting all year round and keep
everybody happy? See the expressions in the eyes
of the young ones, it's disappointment and greed:
more presents would be awesome! Would they be bored
to play and continue to show those long faces?
Starved and ragged, the boy slept near the ferry
In his sleep he saw a fairy
She looked benevolent and merry
The fairy told, he could ask for a boon
Whatever it was, she would grant him soon
In a hurry, he asked for a magic spoon
To fetch him something to still his stomach’s burn
Simple was his wish, never did he long to have the ‘moon’
“Nothing more”, she asked with a smile
And the boy shook his head without guile
Instantly his wish was granted, and much more
He got a magical mask and a belt to wear
Also some mysterious feathers to soar
After directing, what he should do
She vanished quickly without adieu!
The spoon had rare charms to his wonder
With it he could always appease his hunger
He was glad that he would no more be a beggar
What he ate with the spoon turned delicious to his palate
That in his mouth, he got the rarest of taste
The mask he got was matchless and majestic
Something mysterious of the rarest make
As upon his face, he wore it slick
He felt as if swimming in joy’s lake
With snow white swans and many a drake
He had feathers so fine and flawless
Magical feathers no bird could ever possess
When upon his arms, he tied them tight
And fastened them round his toes and feet
He could dart into the sky like a kite
The belt he got was just right and fit
A magical belt so strange to sight
When he bound it round his waist
He grew stronger than the strongest ox
That he could pull down the biggest of rocks
Mysterious is the working of fate
We do not know when fortune will accelerate
When the boy asked for a boon, many did accumulate
To his simple whim, the fairy was ready to assent
And to him the blessing of a lifetime, she did grant
Thus, the boy with meager desires did prosper
And thrived in life, so happy ever after
April. 1. 2023
~ Placed Second~
Write a Sweet Fairytale for Children
Sponsor- B.J. Legros Kelley