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Faces were all aglow this Yuletide with happiness unrestrained!
With ancient carols sung by jubilant choirs we were entertained!
Good folk generously shared their love, fellowship and cheer!
Why can't we celebrate the Christmas Spirit throughout the year?
Malls and avenues were resplendent with glittering decorations.
Gracious folk included less fortunate ones in their celebrations.
Excited children visited Santa Claus, their anxieties to allay.
Why can't we foster the Christmas Spirit each and every day!
Even the dourest of "scrooges" were in a cheerful mode!
Why, even drivers were courteous to others on the road!
Pleasantries were civilly exchanged by rival politicians!
Can't we keep Christmas alive without onerous preconditions?
Kith and kin wished each other warm Yuletide regards,
Including Happy New Year greetings in their Christmas cards!
Speaking of the ensuing year, wouldn't it be great,
To keep Christmas in our hearts free of prejudice and hate!
'Twould be so very simple to keep Christmas twenty-four seven,
If we'd follow The Golden Rule espoused by that Gift from heaven!
To keep alive the Christmas Spirit as our noble goal,
It must begin in each of us flowing from our very soul!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 3 in Sweetheart of Poetry Soup's "Christmas In July (Men's)" Contest -Jul 2010
Wreath wrapped around the door of my hearth
Hearth's decor both symbol and integral part
Part of the pageantry and beacon of my hospitality
Material canvas eroding with time; modest beacon bequeathing my liberality
Time capsule which transports festive memories to my merry mind
Festive timber melded and artfully twined
Mirth and praise twined in harmonious refrain
Earthy refrain with delicate stitch and modest, pulpy strain
Modest harbinger of good will to all who it's crest ascend
Good will garnish that I with tidings of joy append
Garnish gratuitously crafted, residual hope to send
Hope that will past heartaches and trials rescend.
Sign post serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Token garland in which future Christmas dreams to consign
If there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells or Silent Nights
If there were no gifts beneath the tree
Would Christmas cease to be?
If there was no tasty holiday fare
No people gathering here or there
If no crowds went from shop to shop
Would Christmas simply stop?
The answer of course is a resounding no
For Christmas came quite long ago
Christmas was before the tree
Before the gifts for you and me
Christmas brought the shepherds and kings
The angel songs and the giving of things
For one small child was born
On that very first Christmas morn
He is why the star shone bright
On that Midnight Clear and Holy Night
The faithful come and He is the reason
And now, we gather and worship at this special season
So, if there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells and Silent Nights
Still He came - for you and for me
And Christmas will never cease to be.
Dear Santa: Hello to you, Mrs. Claus and all the elves.
I hope there are lots of toys for children upon your shelves.
As you can see, my list doesn't include a lot of toys this year.
I'd rather share with others my love and Christmas cheer.
I'd really like a bike, some books and maybe a game or two,
But if others are needy, take care of them - I'll leave that up to you.
The only thing I really want is my Grandpa, you see.
He died last September - can you bring him back to me?
At our Christmas table this year there'll be an empty chair.
My daddy is in the war - bring him home Santa is my prayer.
Be sure to visit all the mommies and daddies over there.
Hug each one of them for me and let them know I care.
You'll find some pennies from my piggy bank on the table.
It isn't much but I saved as many as I was able.
Maybe you can use them to lend a helping hand,
To buy food for hungry children in some faraway land.
Look on the table for your snack of soda, salami and cheese.
Leave something nice under the tree for my mommy please.
Merry Christmas and have a safe trip. Your good friend, Billy Joe.
PS: If you want you can use our phone to order a pizza to go.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Tied for Second Place in PD's "Your Best Holiday Poem" Contest - Nov 2011
The rangy longhorns were rounded up and tended to.
Over the Colorado plains a fearsome blizzard blew!
'Twas Christmas Day! The cowpokes paid no mind to the storm,
As they huddled 'round the potbellied stove all snug and warm!
While 'Cooky' stuffed the turkey for their Christmas fare,
Frivolity, fun and comradeship filled the air!
The old bunkhouse was decorated as best they could.
In a corner a tree formed from tumbleweeds stood.
They recalled Christmases past when they were boys,
Sharin' happy family lore and distant Yuletide joys.
One read from Luke the story of Jesus and the manger.
He is their faithful sidekick - to them He is no stranger!
They sang carols accompanied by a harmonica and guitar,
And sipped spicy cider and coffee as black as tar!
With cups of wassail they proposed raucous toasts,
And regaled each other with timely and witty ripostes!
'Cooky' yelled, "Come 'n git it, all's ready 'round the board!"
They doffed their hats for the blessin' and thanked the Lord.
Though the hoi polloi celebrated at the Ritz with gala parties,
That would never do for these range ridin' hearties!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The full moon glistens on the fallen snow;
He still has a couple of miles left to go,
As he walks on home from the bus depot;
Of his visit there nobody yet knows.
His deployment in Iraq has come to an end;
The Purple Heart hangs on his chest;
Of his shortened tour he told no family or friends;
His left sleeve is pinned to his vest.
The Greyhound bus that dropped him off,
Passes him rolling down the road;
The shrapnel he carries in a chewing tobacco tin,
As he marches along in the dark and the cold.
The long driveway to the house he grew up in,
Has not been shoveled of the snow;
The lights are still on, as everyone within,
Prepares for a midnight mass to go.
They are startled by noises out on the porch,
And wonder at the knock on the door;
They all rush in to see who it is,
As he drops his duffel bag upon the floor.
A one-armed hug isn’t so bad,
On the Eve before a Christmas Day;
When received by a hero son
Who’s been missed ever since he went away.
They all went to church with tears in their eyes;
One family of thousands of more;
Overjoyed by a wonderful Christmas surprise -
A soldier coming home from the war.
(just posting today. I am running like crazy
trying to get Christmas projects done! But I hope
to be here tonight to read poems! OH, and to understand'
this sonnet more fully, you need to know what
"Bibelot" needs. An intereseting word I learned
when I took the challenge to use that word in a poem!
If you really want to know the word, you'll have to
look it up or ask me!!) Luv, Andrea
The Bibelot
There never could have been a Christmas better-
that first one spent alone near firelight.
She gave him some cologne; a blue wool sweater
to match the hue his eyes shone with delight.
He tore the tissues red and green, and she
more delicately opened with a thrill
each gift he’d tied with ribbon clumsily.
And then he held one out, and she grew still,
for it was small, which had to mean one thing. . .
it had to be the best he’d saved for last!
She held her breath. Oh, could it be a ring?
The glitter of its gems was unsurpassed.
Each stone adorned an object most exquisite.
She looked it up and down; then asked, “What is it?”
Ok!
How do I put it
Without offending anyone
My Christmas is not Christmas
It’s no longer fun.
I cannot find a card
With daddymas on
And the cross of my Jesus
They removed it, it’s gone
Why do I have to sacrifice
This is my belief’s
That offend others,
And it’s now governed by commercial thieves
All I want is to say Merry Christmas
Instead I have to say seasons greetings
In case I offend someone
With politically incorrect meetings
I am not offended by Ramadan or Diwali
I celebrate along and see others all jolly
But let me say Merry Christmas then I have to say sorry
Where’s baby Jesus and Mary gone
From every commercial they have been withdrawn.
Instead of that Christmasy feel in the air
It’s sales, sales, sales, which is not fair
Well I suppose it’s enough from me
This is something I would like to share
Our Tree
Carrying green, luscious needles on gracefully stretching limbs,
Strong, straight trunk holding all that bounty together,
Emitting cool, spicy fragrance that touches our senses with delight,
The Christmas tree is reaching for us.
We see, we smell, we hold this wonder of nature;
We tie it to the top of our car and carry it home
With expectant smiles of happy times to come.
After a short rest in our peaceful back yard,
The day comes when we bring it into the house.
Without any struggle it stands and soon holds strands
of twinkling lights, making it glow and sparkle.
Friends join us in decorating,
We are surrounded by boxes of treasures,
we remember each ornament and relive
the moment it was created, or given to us by a loved one.
“This is the first ornament we bought after we were married,
The girls painted these when they were, oh, maybe 6 and 8 years old,
And these with roses on them are the last gift from Dad, before we lost him.
Our son loved the Lionking, so we got him this ornament.”
“I made these when I was going through my wood working phase,
And this is from a very dear friend.
My sister found this cat ornament, knowing I like cats,
And here is this year’s find I bought at the Christmas place.”
Now it’s time for a break, coffee and cookies.
But soon we look upon the masterpiece
we created with satisfaction.
“Oh, it’ so beautiful!” my heart sings.
This tree would win no price at a contest,
It has no color theme, only love and joy.
It carries the precious memories of times gone by,
Of a loving family and lots of good friends.
I believe the tree likes it .
It stretches with all the glitter and smiles proudly.
I wake up to it’s wonderful pine scent,
Thinking:” It’s Christmas time!
I love it”
Mommy, Mommy it's the cider doughnut mountain man
From when we went trick or treating , Remember?
The Lincoln Log cabin in the woods way up on the mountain
Hot cider with a cinnamon stick Chocolate glazed doughnuts
Can we go there for Christmas? Please
Jimmy, shush! Your embarrassing Mommy He'll hear You
We're going to Grandpa and Grandma's for Christmas
As I turned around ; a little hand waved to me , in glee
The Christmas Spirit sparkling in his eyes.
"Merry Christmas, Jimmy , Merry Christmas
Dedicated to Jimmy Cahill ( 8 years old )
Author's note Mountain man is not size it is where I live