Long Holidayme Poems
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On December 1th after a russet sunset lingered a bit,
the dusk had to lay its dark veil on the auburn Nature without sounds;
and I accidentally spotted on the southern side of the clear sky:
the half moon and two twinkling stars: one pointing West,
the other pointing East...and this star resembled a lot
the one that appeared on the manger in Bethlehem...
and the Gospels were very specific about its awesome purpose
and the significance of the birth of a Godly child!
Eastern star of December, when Jesus was born,
you shone brighter than any star throughout the Heavens,
to bring that light that was overshadowed by sin...
when the Earth was ruled by tyrants who had no love in themselves;
and your appearance makes me glad to put it into a believer's words!
Eastern star of December, you let me trace your origin:
from the time when your glorious journey began...
to bring hope to Mankind from a little town in Israel!
Am I the only one to have discovered your hidden spot,
where anyone could see you above the grove of pines
and the scattered maple trees from a grassy terrain?
And am I the chosen one to witness what nobody can?
Is this vision a privilege that faith bestows upon the wise,
who believe in the evidence that is immediately discerned
without recurring to absurd assumptions to allow doubt!
Oh, I still look up and glorify Him to receive more wisdom!
Eastern star of December, you can't be forgotten to time....
as an insignificant celestial body, and they have tried to erase your splendor:
with a disbelief so great to keep Mankind from finding that true light!
Eastern star of December, you were assigned to baby Jesus...
so that everyone could behold Him as your brilliance glowed on His divine face!
Easter star of December, spend this night telling me of His birth at the manger...
how He waited for the Wise Men to proclaim Him: the King of Kings!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Mommy! Mommy! I had the sweetest dream last night!
I dreamed I was Santa's helper and it gave me such a fright!
Mommy! Mommy! Did you know that reindeer can really fly?
I know, Mommy, 'cause he let me guide them thro' the sky!
And another thing, Mommy, that I thought was really weird.
I wore a red suit, and guess what? I grew a fluffy beard!
I visited the North Pole, met Mrs. Claus and all the elves,
And helped fill the sleigh with toys from Santa's shelves!
Blitzen, Rudolph and their friends flew swiftly thro' the air,
And, Mommy, Santa was so jolly with so much love to share!
We visited children in places I had never heard of before.
The world is so pretty, Mommy, but so much is torn by war.
When we slid down the chimneys, we always found a treat.
There was milk to sip and dozens of ginger snaps to eat!
Santa had a gift for every boy and girl all about the earth,
And, Mommy, we even stopped at the place of Jesus' birth!
Santa showed me kids suffering poverty, hunger and disease.
Mommy, when I'm big I'll be a Santa to care for such as these.
There'll always be a Santa to bring to their eyes a gleam.
When I grow old I'll relive and share with them this dream!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Bah! Humbug! 'Tis again that time of the year,
When I must go hither and yon spreading good cheer.
Ho, ho, hoing as wriggling brats sit upon my knees,
Boring me with their interminable pleas!
I try to animate the beast with the shiny red nose.
The other cantankerous brutes won't rally 'til he goes.
This year, please clear the snow off your roofs!
If one breaks a leg I have no spare hoofs!
How about leashing your beloved family mutt!
Frankly, I'm weary of being nipped on the butt!
And I'm getting sick of your crummy cookies and milk.
How about some salami and cheese or something of that ilk!
I've really suffered a most ruinous year.
Mrs. Claus and those pesky elves formed a union up here,
Working less hours and demanding more pay!
I doubt I'll have enough toys to fill the sleigh!
If I sound somewhat like I have the grumps,
I've just been feeling down in the dumps.
Folks, I need your help to make me merry.
This whole Christmas thing I alone cannot carry!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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