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One December Night
(Continuation to the End)
All that year Santa had hoped and had tried to find a child's love that would strongly abide.
But month after month he was given the boot. It didn't matter whether he showed magic or
gave them some loot. Many children were selfish. Not one gave a hoot.
Until one cold blizzard night, in a stormy plight, the frog rang the doorbell and walked
right on in. In the warmth of the house, after ousting the mouse, four children accepted the
frog for his good. It was a happy sight for the frog there that night. Yes, they showed him
great kindness and genuine love, the
spirit of Christmas shown down from above. The purest of love without expectations turned
the frog into Santa who promptly gave each one hugs. “I'll be back with my sleigh to leave
gifts on Christmas night. Thank you dear children for your gifts of love tonight. Leave me
some cookies. I shall eat no more bugs! He laughed as he juggled three gifts in the air.
Then, soon disappeared out of sight by the moonlight.
The children, still laughing and squealing with joy, had broken a spell put on Santa
last spring. And the mean old witch that had made him a frog, sat sadly outside all alone on
the log. She had made him a frog with a croak, out of tune. She wanted his voice instead of
her own. Christmas carols she had heard bring so much joy. She could not carry a tune for
one single song. She had hoped she could sing if she stole Santa's voice. But the love from
the children left her no choice. The spell had been broken by love's sweetest choice.
But while they were happily playing about, they noticed the wand from the brown bag lay
out. So they went to the witch and gave her a voice. And taught her that goodness over bad
is a choice. So together they played with the now happy witch. Who gave up her evil and to
goodness did switch. The gift of pure love and light in the world is a gift to all who give
heaven a whirl. For even the wickedest of wicked have some goodness in them. So,
encourage the right and to evil say, “Take a flight!” (And let God be the judge…)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009
Inspired by:
Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes!
Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)
One December Night
Susan, Joy, Marsha, and Pam crawled out of their beds to eat bacon and ham.
Their parents were sleeping. They snored while the slept. The children tiptoed to the very
top step. The staircase was chilly. And it creaked while they crept. Downward they were
slinking, step by step.
Their puppy was resting on the fireplace hearth. They sat down beside him for what it
was worth. They sat on the floor. They did not use a chair. And while they were sitting,
Marsha hugged her pink bear. They made funny faces and started to laugh. They giggled
and squiggled and chuckled so fast that all of the elves in earshot were aghast.
Then all of a sudden, they heard something loud. It wasn't a trumpet, a flute or
bassoon. “I know what it is! …A kazoo!!” shouted Sue.
They looked all around to locate the sound. But, look as they might, it could not be
found. They looked in the kitchen and under the couch. Pam bumped her red head and
loudly said, “Ouch!” Who played that kazoo? They all wanted to know. So, they scampered
around by the fireplace glow.
The dog started barking. And bark loudly he did. That's when it happened. Beneath the
windowsill Sue slid. A great big toad outside, on that hill, in the cold wet snow, stood up
suddenly. Then, quickly down he did go. Frightened, freezing, and carrying a load. He slid
off of the log and went a-rolling downhill in the snow.
The children began jumping and squealing with delight. Oh, what a sight to see at mid-
night. The old toad was sliding with stocking feet in the air. Behind him, downhill, slid his
sack with a flare. About all that sliding he did not seem to care. Out there on the lawn in
rare southern snow, up and down Roller Coaster hill he did go! Faster and faster, he was
sliding with time. His suit became wet and covered with grime. Where was he going? Who
would they tell? At about that time, they heard the doorbell.
(To be continued...)
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
December 5, 2009
Inspired by:
Poetrysoup member's Contest Anything Goes!
Sponsored by: Constance La France (I took you at your word... It's a LONG story.)
Big brothers, big sisters, many of whom
Had never heard the sound of children's laughter
Opening presents on Christmas morn
Planned a summer outing to a local theater
On July First, for children from ages six to thirteen
The curtain rose on a Midsummer Night's Dream
Pip, true to character, eyes shone with wonder
And nary a child's dream could be put asunder
As fairies danced astage like sugarplums through toddlers' heads
Especially the youngest, these children of single parents
Never exposed to Shakespearean delights in an enchanted forest
Like Santas we felt bestowing culture to a captivated audience
Hoping this Christmas in July would grant them a sense of permanence
All children deserve to feel such love and faith in visions magical
With love among forest sprites and poetry of dreams fantastical
Stopping for ice cream floats on the evening ride home
A nine year old with a fairy wand turned her friend into a gnome
And for a brief time these blessed children forgot their broken homes
The fathers or mothers who'd left them behind made no curtain calls
For children inspired by Shakespeare's fire could light up any hall
So they dashed away, pranced away, danced away all
As the bus ride came to a halt
The cultural presence that sprang from their hearts
Would outlive any gifts from Santa Clause
It was more than a deed done for a good cause
For one evening at least they had something more
Than children who lived in mansions
They'd shared beauty and grace
Gifts beyond most youngsters' comprehension
From strangers who did not through chimneys drop
Nor offer explanation
Great tidings of cheer that filled children's ears
Brought such jubilation
Big brothers and sisters needed no whiskers to beam with joy overcome
And yet as we disembarked and sent each sleepy child home
A familiar train, deer and sleigh, seemed to streak across the moon
The true spirit of Christmas on July First had made its presence known
Come every year along about the middle of November,
I begin to anticipate the happy times that await me in December!
Though the weather can be blustery, piling up drifts of snow,
The excitement of the Season will never lose its glow!
Wondrous vistas abound as if depicted by Grandma Moses,
Where children sled and skate exposing their crimson noses!
Harness bells chime as Dobbin trots with rhythmic stride,
Drawing a sleigh of happy revelers as o'er the snow they glide!
Frosty creatures upon their lawns, children begin to erect.
("Snowpersons" I shall call them to be politically correct!)
Secrets are whispered about only for Santa Claus's ear,
For dolls, trains and puppies to bring the children cheer!
Neighbors outshine each other, their homes festooned with lights,
Adding warmth and color to the cold December nights.
Colorful cards are received depicting Santa's ponderous girth,
And very special ones to announce the Savior's glorious birth!
December fills the hearts of all with great anticipation.
'Tis a festive month with fellowship and gala celebration.
Humankind is filled with love, joy and peace.
Would that this spirit might never, ever cease!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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There was a time when flocks of ghouls
Came to my welcoming door
For candy, cakes or popcorn balls;
But goblins come no more.
My bell won’t ring this Halloween.
I’ll hear no gleeful shout
From voices yelling trick or treat.
No witch or ghost about.
Six children used to live across
This self-same street from me.
They laughed that I could never guess
Whom each disguised could be.
Only adults are living now
Where children used to play
The neighborhood has changed, its seems;
Growing older every day..
My own grandchildren used to come
To get their favorite treat.
My heart beat faster when I heard
Their little scurrying feet.
I guess they have forgotten
This once loved time in the fall.
They take my great-grandchildren
Trick or treating at the mall.
Won 4th place
Cranberry sauce and turkey to eat, cranberry colored balls on my tree
Hopeful days awaiting a present surprise wrapped with love under my tree
Real bountiful table set before my family, blessings from Jesus never forgotten
Ice floating down from the heavens above, icicles glistening off the roof
Surprises from Santa, he's a fine man; children expectant of wonderful fun!
The feeling is special remembering our blessings and our savior's birth.
Merry Christmas and well wishes forever in our hearts.
A family together, savor the days time sends our lives apart soon enough
Sledding and winter fun sports give children rosy expectant faces looking for Christmas.
The glorious Christmas music
Rings out all o'er the earth,
Proclaiming and exulting in
The precious Savior's birth.
In every language, every mode
The Christmas tale is told
And it is just as new to some
As in those days of old.
Each year our pastor takes a rest
And lets the children tell
The story of the Baby's birth.
Small voices tell it well.
The little children in their robes
Sing of the Heavenly King
As did the angels long ago
The happy tidings bring.
My flagging Christmas spirit
Has been refreshed today,
By the singing of the children in
Their little Christmas play.
By: Joyce Dec. 06