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Name your next ten children Trump
May all your twins be Donald's
I wish you a Merry Christmas too
With Happy Birthday visions of him
With surfer dude hair very wavy and thin
Almost life like and pretty pink
And may all your New Years be funky
Full of Trump and truck loads of money
Of guns and great walls of China
Made in Taiwan without tariffs
Make Trump your smiley face
I wish you good luck and fortune cookies
May all your corner stores grow large
With products all labeled Trump
Stop being who you are
Make America great again
Let all flags wave with hair
He has plenty left to spare
And spare parts if interested
Make peace on Earth
Make hallucinations linger
Make every moment count
Never give him the finger
God bless us everyone
Especially if your name is Trump
May all nations be united as one
I wish I was Trump
Don't you wish everyone was?
Twas the night before Christmas in Jamaica, Queens,
I was out shopping in my Jordache jeans.
The last minute shoppers were out in full bloom;
The buses and trains were packed with no room.
Money was flowing like a glass of iced tea;
The weather is cold--so let's make it coffee.
I didn't have much time to shop till I drop.
I had to buy gifts for Mom and Pop:
My sisters, my brothers, my aunts and nieces;
My brother and sister-in-law--I'm falling to pieces!
My uncle, my nephews, and also my wife,
Who happens to be the love of my life.
I arrived at the mall with only one mission:
Buy the gifts and get out without collision.
This is what shopping is all about:
Get in, get the gifts, and get the heck out.
Does this man have enough power
To complete this task in less than an hour?
I'm inside the mall, and what did I spy?
There were really groovy things to buy.
There is a PlayStation 4 and video games,
A totally awesome DVD movie called "Fame";
The soundtrack to "Kim Possible" and "That's So Raven";
And a funny musical called "Still Misbehavin'".
There are remote control trucks and cars;
Seasons 1 & 2 of "Veronica Mars";
Brand new clothes and a camera phone;
Time's running out! I must hurry home!
I grabbed a cart and breezed through the aisles;
Because this task will take a short while.
The shopping was done, but there's one thing to do:
Pay for the stuff and I'm finally through.
The lines were getting longer; my vision was blurry,
I had to get out of the mall in a hurry.
There was a shorter line--what a relief!
I told you this task would be very brief.
I drove away with the gifts in my car,
Paid in full, and ate a chocolate bar.
Now listen to me as I disappear:
Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New year.
Christmas Beloved
Fluffy white snow lay upon the ground all around, crystal shiny flakes on chilly air fall without a sound.
Ruby red berries share branches with dark emerald leaves, among branches, fences and hedges showing off fine feathered robins.
By the heat of an open fireplace, chilled hands and feet brought back to life. In the glow of crackling logs, cups of chocolate warm the weary soul.
Children play safe, parents to music dance through the night the look of love burn bright in loving eyes.
Jack frost glides his skates across village ponds and land locked lakes, streams and rivers where people fish and gather in summertime like picnic spots now empty waiting for summer to return.
Mistletoe hung invitingly, socks red and white wait for the time when gleefully surprises big and small fill them up or under the Christmas tree.
When morning comes church bells ring, sounds of joy ring out loud across the land. Husbands to wife, girlfriends to partners mums and dads to the children they hold dear merry Christmas to you, mine and our beloved.
By
Patrick D
The Christmas Spirit
All year long a lot of excitement,
surprising developments . . .
up’s and down’s
fear, anxiety, conflicts, sadness
all over the world—
and given this . . .
where now shall the
Christmas Spirit come from?
Remember also . . .
the year of your friends and family—
situations when you met your friends
with laughter and joy,
while living and always treasuring family values
at home with true love, feelings, and caresses.
That soft and caring embrace
in the morning . . .
before going to school or work;
that kiss and hug in the evening
when you’re finally coming home.
And, this is where the “Spirit of Christmas”
comes from . . .
it comes from deep within your heart,
where it meets every heart around you,
where it touches the depth of your humanity,
and a soft whisper comes from there too . . .
“Merry Christmas!”
Gary Bateman and Ingrid Krukenberg-Bateman
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 18, 2016 (Free Verse)
Santa Claus is coming.
This isn’t a luck situation.
He knows things, like if you’re sleeping.
Which is kind of creepy if you think about it.
I suppose I’m an open book.
It’s an implacable reality.
oops, better rhyme something.. let’s see..
“Santa, that elf commanda
will bring you all a panda
fresh from the jungles of Uganda
straight to your verandah”
Whew.. art is hard work.
Leeza has a small aluminum-tinsel Christmas tree in her room with a new-age LED-star topper. It slowly prisms through the color spectrum, breaking down light, like modern jazz. Small things can still enchant, if you’re open.
I was sipping dark-chocolate coffee while Lisa rearranged the ornaments on the tree - again (as head-elf, the tree is her purview). She was humming to herself unconsciously as she worked, like a finch in a beautifully lit, evergreen garden. There was no real melody to it, it was just happiness.
Peter (my bf) is here, he arrived last night - we’re workshopping instant gratification.
Even if things have been tough - I hope you have a joyous holiday - that you chose it, like an option in an app. Nothing’s sweeter than the bruised joy of someone who’s known sorrow.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
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**CORRECTION: Pandas live in a few mountain provinces of south central China.
How many lights will you string
welcoming the arrival of a newborn king?
Is one enough with multicolored hues
of green and red, yellow, white and blue?
If the glow is dull and dim
will you still be happy at the birth of him?
How many seasons have come and gone
and you bought presents, gifts and let it all be done?
What was the point, the meaning of the purpose
or was it just celebrations on the surface,
did you forget the lessons of old
the wonder and magic of the Christmas stories told?
Take a moment then,
as you string the lights again
to remember and recall
the truth of the seasonal call
to bless, to pray, to be grateful for this day
when Christmas love and hope come to stay,
then decorate the tree, set the star up on top
string the lights with joy and hope that never stops
and thank God for this momentary pause and restart
when the baby graced your very soul and heart.
Merry Christmas
and Happy New Year
to all.
I am a beacon of light for my homeland. My quaint village, serene yet vibrant, is a haven of peace. The youth, with their carefree spirit, fill the air with laughter and song, unbothered by the world beyond. Even the birds know to respect the tranquility of our lives.
From the winding road that leads to the bustling city, the countryside remains unchanged. I love to gaze out and let my thoughts wander as I speed by in the fast-moving vans. My people, ever resilient, continue to drink from the well of life and mind their own business.
Today marks what would have been my late mother's 94th birthday. She was one of my favorite people, a true embodiment of our country's spirit. Rest in peace, dear mother.
With Christmas just twelve days away, I look forward to blending once again with my countrymen, like a well-orchestrated steel band. From New York to the Caribbean shores, no holiday celebration is complete without the melodious sound of the steel pan in Queen Park.
Whether we cry in a storm or dance in the rain, this time of year celebrates life and honors those we've lost. I am a ray of sunshine for my country's people. Merry Christmas, my beloved homeland.
The Greyhound reels over creaking axles.
Northern Kentucky puts on weight in summer,
a green mélange thickens,
yet inside our trundling tube,
joints rattle,
gears burn through paunch and muscle.
We lurch over a crest down into a holler
An old Shaker Hymn booms across the radio:
When we find ourselves in a place just right
'Twill be in the valley of love and light.
I have often longed to be 'in a place just right,'
to be at ease in these bucking bones,
even when breathing this smother
of body odor and diesel.
Then we dip down into a valley.
At a wooden store advertising cold beers
we stop.
"Is this the right place?" I ask.
"It’s as close as we get", says the driver.
~~~~~
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all.
From My Family To Yours Wishing You And Your Family A Blessed Merry Christmas & Happy New Year
Let's remember as we Gather that Jesus Christ was Born On This Christmas Day for a Reason,
So Let's Rejoice And Celebrate This wonderful Season
A Mother Gave Birth In A Manger To A Holy Child,
Blessed Was He So Tender And Mild
The Shepherds Have Received The Good News Of This Miraculous Birth, Lets Rejoice While Spreading Holiday And Christmas Cheer Throughout The Earth
The Wise Men Came Later Bearing Gifts From Their Hearts,
Let's Lift Up Prayers and Give Thanks For Our Military And Loved Ones Who Are Far Apart.
Forgive me once this Yuletide whim
With Champagne bubbling to the brim
On wanting to find Mistletoe
To steal a kiss from one I know
Traditions of an Egg Nog taste
Without a minute yet to waste
Are wrapped for every Fruitcake find
To cheer the hearts of all mankind
Such sentiment in red and green
To bless this joyous Christmas Scene
Is what I seem to love the most
So here’s another Christmas toast
To one and all with love to spare
May this day find you without care
And full of laughter, hope and light
To shine forever through the night
Merry Christmas to ally PS friends!!