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I want to spend a Christmas down under.
This land is a big one full of wonder.
While there is cold winter in the Northern Hemisphere,
Australia has summertime warmth down here.
Santa Claus will be carrying his big sack.
He will be driving a jeep through the Outback.
With all the Christmas carols we sang,
the season has come back like a boomerang.
Yes, another Christmas holiday is due.
I am hopping around happily like a kangaroo.
However, what makes this time especially great,
is an Australian woman I have met of late.
I can find her Christmas morning under my tree.
Santa Claus brought her as a gift just for me.
(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?”
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
It's the first of November in the mall
And Christmas decorations deck the hall.
Tinsel and glitter abound,
The Christmas carols resound
And we haven't even gotten through fall.
Now Christmas has a season all it's own
And shopping makes you weary to the bone.
It's not a one day event
With happy family spent,
And for their lists, you'll likely need a loan.
By the time you finally get it done
You'll be too tired to have any fun.
If you get through Christmas Day
It's the next day you can play,
By returning your gifts for better ones.
for Carolyn's Commercialized Holiday Humor contest
(Merry friggin' ho ho is something the girls and I say to each other
when we are being sarcastic or cynical over the holidays, we only
mean it in a humorous way, please don't take offense)
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
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
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
Wreath wrapped around the door of my heart
Hearth's door 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 then 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 rescind
Signpost serenading Christmas past, while celebrating the decorum of Christmas present
Shrouding wreath, with future Christmas dreams resonant
A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To pioneers who came here one July,
Then stopped in Salt Lake’s valley, where they stayed.
A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To those who died; to those who lived and made
A Zion out of land both hot and dry.
A tribute on the twenty-fourth is paid
To pioneers who came here one July.
Like Christmas in July, this holiday,
Is celebrated with a huge parade.
The businesses are closed; the people play.
Like Christmas in July, this holiday
Is time for family, and good folks pray
That thoughts of those who sacrificed won’t fade.
Like Christmas in July, this holiday,
Is celebrated with a huge parade!
For "Where in the world" Poetry Contest
of Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver
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.