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As I fly through the air hanging on for dear life,
I can’t help but see my life flash before my eyes.
I see scenes from childhood, long before I met my wife,
And I can’t help but wonder, “Have I always had big thighs?”
Anyway, let’s get back to the story at hand,
Which involves a wonderful lesson about giving.
This story is a message about where one may stand
On the Spirit of Christmas and how we are living.
Too many people take for granted this great season.
They think Christmas is only about receiving gifts.
People should give for a completely different reason.
It’s not about the presents, but the spirits they lift.
Take, for example, a little girl in school
Who has always felt as though she never fit in.
All it takes is one compliment from those she thinks are cool
To lift her spirits and warm her heart from within.
Or what about the dying man who has no one
Who volunteers his time every single weekend?
He chooses to spend his life helping others have fun
Rather than count down the days until his untimely end.
I go all the way around the world once a year
Delivering dreams to the good and hope to the bad.
The one thing I see that most people seem to fear
Is living a life that they wish they never had.
Whatever life we live is what was meant to be,
And we must remember that there’s a reason we’re here.
If we think of others first, it’s possible we’ll see
A world in which we never shed another tear.
For my 9th grade graduation,
I received my first real ring.
My parents thought that it would be
The best gift they could bring.
It wasn’t very often that
Our presents were in gold.
We weren’t rolling in the bucks
And I had not cajoled.
A friend of mine had gotten one,
An opal, center-set,
With diamond chips surrounding it,
A style I can’t forget.
So when I saw my ring, which in
Its middle held a pearl
With a little sparkly flower,
I was not a happy girl.
To me, a pearl seemed older,
Meant for someone middle-aged.
I don’t remember if
My disappointment was assuaged.
I’m sure they knew my feelings
But it couldn’t be exchanged,
So I wore that ring, but how I felt
About it never changed.
It resides now in a box with
Other jewelry from my past
And as for rings I haven’t loved,
That pearl one was the last.
It was such a pity
When our cute little kitty
Climbed up the Christmas tree
She struggles and fights
With baubles and lights
The destruction is clear to see
Our poor Douglas pine
No longer looks fine
Its branches all battered and torn
The tinsel and glitter
On the floor they now litter
The tree looks so sad and forlorn
When no one can see
Kitty heads down the tree
Then she leaps onto the floor
She has such a caper
With the wrapping paper
Wreaks havoc with presents galore
I arrive home from work
Oh I feel such a jerk
That kitty was left alone in the house
The one present untouched
Was for a kitty we loved …
A furry clockwork toy mouse
Memories of so long ago
To my pen they now flow
For kitty is long since passed
Christmas time for me
Just a sweet memory
And our tree is no longer trashed!
Fictional write
The Christmas Tree Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Submitted to Christmas Poems Old Or New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance la France
11~12~15
Some Christmas celebrants’ wide smiles
and joy displayed around their trees
and at huge feasts that some drive miles
to share imply they’re trouble free.
In early morning hours, tears
will flow for those who won’t be there
to open presents, echo “Cheers,”
and share the day with those who care.
This flood of grief must cease before
the kids wake up and want to see
what Santa brought. When they are more
mature, they’ll learn how life can be.
They’ll realize that grief hits hard
this time of year, that loss and past
mistakes can haunt and leave them scarred,
for childhood innocence can’t last.
Date: November 20, 2018
Title: CHRISTMAS MOURNING Placed 5th (of ten)
Sponsor: P. S. AWTRY
Date: December 12, 2019
Contest Title: Writing Challenge--December 2019--I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor: Dear Heart--Wiishkobi Ode
THE BELLS OF CHRISTMAS
ARE RINGING
PEOPLE THE WORLD OVER
ARE SINGING
WE WHISPER OUR WANTS
TO OUR FREINDS
THEY GO SHOPPING AGAIN
EGGNOG AND PARTIES ARE SWEET
COOKIES AND CAKES FOR TREATS
WE GO CORALING, SINGING
CHRISTMAS SONGS
SNOUTING WHISKEY,
AND SINGING ALONG
I BOUGHT MISELTOE FOR KISSING
AND A CAMERA FOR REMINISING
BRING YOUR MITTENS
IT'S GONNA BE COLD
SOME TISSUES TO WIPE YOUR
NOSE.
I PACKED A BASKET WITH SANDWICHES
AND STUFF
SOME COSSEINIPS FOR HER
AND THAT OLE' RASCEL PUFF.CIGARS TO SAY CONGRADULATION
CHAMPENGE FOR TOASTING AND SAYING
THANKGIVING TURKEYS ARE EATIN AND GONE
THE BIRDS FOR CHRISTMAS
JUST KEEP COMING ALONG
CUMNIPPING AND SALUTATING
WHILE SCROOGES AND CORALER DEBATING
RUM, TUM, RUM AH-LOG DEW WITTY DEW
A CARD FOR MY PREACHER
AND A BIG KISS FOR YOU
SPICE IN SEASON ARE ALL AROUND
BUTS AND PUDDINGS ARE BAKING
SEASON GREETINGS AMNND SALTATIONS
SANTA'S GONNA SAY "HO, HO, HO"
PEOPLE WILL SAY SHE -AH DOOZEY CHEERY
SI OH !
SPEAKING OF THIS SPEACAIL CHRISTMAS
MOMA AND DADDY WILL MISS US
SOME WILL BE CATCHING CHATERED FLIGHTS
OR FLYING THE CHEAPSEATS
WON'T THAT BE NICE
WE WILL SING MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND IF THE NEIGHBORS ACT LIKE THEY DON'T HEAR US
WE'LL GO CHORALING SINGING OUR SONG
WE'LL PRACTICE ALL DAY SO WE WON'T SING IT WRONG
SPECAIL PRESENTS WILL BRING A TEAR,
THIS TO ALL
A MERY CHRISTMAS
AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Now autumn is fading slowly away and nights lengthen
oh! too soon marches in winter with icy chilly fingers
that every thing touched falls into deep slumbering sleep .
as soft pure white flakes fall thick and fast covering all/
Letting us know that it will be long till the sun breaks
winter's time to rule with Jack Frost playing his jokes.
Water slows and often freezes as it touches frozen land
hoar frost covers the trees. icicles descend from branches.
The earth becomes a wonder land that sparkles and twinkles
as we huddle in front of roaring log fire that hiss and spit
sullenly at us sending showers of red hot sparks of weird
colours that enchant and beguile us with heavenly pine scents.
The air is full of different scents and spices from all the goodies
that have been baked, tantalizing our taste buds and we think
Winter is not so bad as we sing carols and play the usual games
while we tear open all the delightful presents under the tree
Watching my daughter while pretending;
My son’s smile with a tooth missing;
Helping untangle their kite string;
These are the things that make my heart sing.
Opening presents on Christmas day;
Watching her act in the school play;
Listening at night to hear them pray;
These are the things that make my heart sway.
Seeing him make a football score;
Taking her to the arts and crafts store;
Having them beg for one story more;
These are the things that make my heart soar.
Just in case you missed the theme
About what makes my heart sing,
It’s the joy that my kids bring
In watching them do most anything.
Now listen up all ye poets out there
Here's an adage I try to live by
It seems to work for this old duffer
So why don't you give it a try
Upon waking up every morning
Before you jump out of bed
Count all your blessings one by one
Keep them stored in your head
As each day presents its challenges
Remember your many blessings
Be thankful for all the little things
Enjoy life and it's dressings
Now it may not be totally foolproof
But at least you're on the right track
Trust me you'll be ahead of the game
And happiness you surely won't lack
So listen up all ye poets out there
Let me know how it works out
Hope it's a positively roaring success
From the rooftops go on and shout!
Gazook, hallelujah and fun stuff upbeat
Before jumping out of your bed
Count your blessings stored in your noggin
There's not a single thing to dread
When December comes,
memories stir up unsought.
Once caught in its whirl
I sink down deep until inebriated
December brings in its wake
baskets full of recollections which take me
back to the days at my parental home,
where, as a child, celebrated Christmas
with my siblings and my parents.
I haven’t forgotten those haunting days
and never will I, if sanity sticks.
To my parents, Christmas meant waking up early,
putting on the best dress kept ready
and going to church to attend the mass.
While they devoutly partook of the ceremonies,
we children, lured by the sparkling lights
would peer into the crib set ready at one corner
to have a look at infant Jesus lain on hay
with mother Mary and Joseph on either side
and the Magi, shepherds and their herd
More than piety, what governed us then
were the thoughts of making a crib.
Also the yummy goodies awaiting us at home
and the planned visits of relatives.
On every Christmas, our house
would become an extended family
with our uncle and aunt and their children
of almost our own age group.
Preparing an inventory of things to do
was the greatest fun for us children.
Playing hide and seek and going on a trek
to the neighbouring hill were the two things
that always figured in the wish list.
Though there were no presents
under the Christmas tree to be unwrapped
and no fanfare as of now,
how I relish the unconditional love my parents gave
that I still feast on when I starve in life’s sandy dunes.
Festive occasions spark such nostalgia
that I long for the warmth, got as a child
from my parents who are now dearly missed
and my siblings scattered in places, out of easy reach.
As waves of memories from the past,
retreat and throw back relentless,
when blood calls to blood,
their echoes beat hard on the walls of my heart.
A new bike, not any bike, a big kid a bike.
That is what we wished for that year for Christmas
One without training wheels that's what we would like.
Christmas morning, we were getting ready for the day.
Getting on our Christmas dresses, suit and fixing our hair.
Thinking about what could be under the tree out there.
A stuffed bear, a new toy truck, or maybe shoes for ballet!
It's time to open our gifts. The time we waited for all year.
We raced into our living room, and there we saw three new bikes!
We ran towards them with great excitement and shouted with cheer!
My sister got a blue bike, and I got a dark pink one.
our brother got a cool yellow one, transformer themed
We couldn't wait to go out and ride them in the sun.
We got our shoes and coats on and ran outside to try them out.
It was now time to come in and spend time with the family.
Eating Christmas dinner and making wonderful memories.
That is one Christmas I will never forget without a doubt.
Though I was young and thought Christmas was all about the gifts.
I know now as I get older that Christmas isn't all about the presents.
It is a time of giving and spending time with family and friends.
The most important thing of is remembering the birth of our Savior
Jesus Christ. I hope you enjoyed the poem and I wish you all a very
Merry Christmas!
Written for A Christmas Gift Memory poetry contest.
Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley
Placement: 3rd