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One Froggy Christmas Eve
A Frog went a-courtin' one Christmas Eve
Arms full of flowers for his latest squeeze
She is a sweet tiny mouse who's named Jane
And lives in a tree house down Mouse-Hole Lane.
He held her tight beneath wintry moonlight
But then it snowed mercilessly that night
Jane got buried in snow, Frog went berserk
Waiting for his dear sweetheart to emerge.
Frog croaked all night, such a pitiful sight
Wondering why for him nothing goes right
Then bells from afar brought hope to his heart
‘Twas Santa arriving on the sleigh cart.
Santa came trudging along though the snow
With his troop of reindeer helpers in tow
"What's up Frog" Santa Clause clothed in red said
"My girlfriend Jane is under snow lain dead."
Santa chose Rudolph the strongest reindeer
To start digging carefully around here
Rudolph stood proudly puffing out his chest
Pleased to be asked, assuredly said “yes.”
Rudolph used his red-nose to dig up snow
A faint little voice squeaked "hello, hello”
It was mouse Jane, she’d come alive again
Making Christmas merry down Mouse-Hole Lane.
7th December 2020
Now Santa"s elves are busy
they"re making lots of toys
and other pretty things
for all you girls and boys.
But the bloody truth is!
Their hours are long and hard,
the heatings on the blink.
Some bastard stole the plug
from out the restroom sink.
The toilet seat is cracked
it really is a sin.
The loo roll it is rationed
and is to bloody thin.
The Canteen menus awful
the choices very bland
and as for healthy eating
it is the saddest in the land.
The reindeer are abusive,
foul tempered and quite bad.
They all like interbreeding
no wonder they are mad.
Santa is no better
he"s always at the drink.
Then grins at all the elves
and gives a wicked wink.
The elves don"t have a Union,
they have never known the like.
So don"t take them for granted
they never go on strike.
But they have a sponsor,
like a cracker has a joke.
One that"s really big
a company that makes Coke.
At breaks they get a can
and a selection box of sweeties.
It is no wonder then
they"ve no teeth and diabetes.
So when you get your present
just take a Mo and sit
and dont take it for granted
you ungrateful little git!
For hard work is not easy,
so don"t you bloody scoff.
Those elves are nearly eunuchs
they work their balls right off!
and why?
So you can be so happy
when it is Christmas day,
they do it all for nothing
what more can I say.
Let"s hear it for the elves
for all the work this year
and thank your lucky stars
YOU dont have pointed ears!
The elves have left the building.
Thankyouverymuch.
Form:
"It's a fake tree", I said the year
my mother lost her mind and decided that real trees were too much trouble!
My best friend, who lived next door
thought it was just great,....that giant, silver monstrosity!
That is..until I told her to close her eyes, and sniff.
"That's the ugliest tree I ever smelled!" she said, ...finally agreeing with me.
Her support helped to convince my mother of her error in judgment,
and that was the last tinsel tree we ever had.
That was the same year
that we noticed that Santa Claus looked a lot
like our neighbor, Mr. Hendrickson.
We had called him "Mr. Hiccupson"
until we would go into fits of giggles
watching how his belly jiggled.
Spending all those Christmas's apart
after her family moved away, was painful
Never again would we have special sleepovers,
and times like singing around that fake tree,
and listening for Mr. Hendrickson's reindeer to land on the roof.
We had written letters for awhile, but after a few years
we drifted apart....her living on one coast, me on the other.
But I had never forgotten that last Christmas....and the silver tinsel tree.
Out of the blue...a phone call,...a voice that time hadn't forgotten.
Suddenly, we were laughing and giggling like two little girls once again.
Sometimes, when you least expect it,
Christmas shows up early,....like a long lost friend
and wraps you up in it's arms.
Thank you Santa Claus.....or Mr. Hiccupson, ......wherever you are!.....
There's been a breaking news report about Santa's reindeer.
While flying over Russia, they were lassoed by vile Vladimir!
"I'm determined to ruin Christmas for everyone this year.
Too many smiling faces in the world," he said with a sneer.
An envelope arrived at the Kremlin. Postage was first class.
And a note scribbled from a poet's hand, that was rather crass.
It read, Here's a gift for you. I found it in a pile on my grass.
I hope it reminds you of the poop that plopped from your ass.
Putin was enraged! Someone took a photo of his snarling jeer.
When it was shown on the news, the world let out a cheer!
He's going to take revenge, and wants everyone to live in fear
but I think there's a hero who's going to take down Vladimir.
The one who'll save Christmas is a jolly man in a red suit.
Usually he's kind to others, but not to one of such ill repute.
He'll get back all eight reindeer and his sleigh filled with loot
and tie up old Valdimir, that obnoxious murderous brute!
Santa wasn't injured when putrid Putin captured the reindeer.
Laying a finger beside his nose, he got himself into first gear.
"I'll nuke him," Santa said, "Blast his butt out the hemisphere!
Then deliver toys to girls and boys. Fly home and have a beer."
Children’s Christmas Flight
Gold bells sounded through the snow
Calm in memory above the Christmas glow
Girls and boys lined up just after lunch
Out in the school yard to meet Santa Claus
He landed in a supersonic crunch
Softly on the deepening snow
In a stealth space ship with toys and candy
Permission slips from each child’s parents
Were collected by the tiny elves
Before they entered the ship
To fly around the world
This was no ordinary trip
Santa wanted to take them all to Mars
And out among the stars
But he remembered what time it was
The clock struck Christmas right on the dot
Being jolly, quick, and good old St. Nick
Santa laughed with a Ho Ho Ho in red and white
Told the children, “This is Christmas night.”
Visiting stars and Mars will have to wait
Santa will be working hard and late tonight
He touched his bright red cheek to speak
“Who wants to go to Disney World with me?!”
There were twenty children there
Santa counted twenty hands plus plus
Some children raised two hands, to get the voting right
You can never vote too much
Santa retired the reindeer but only for one year
They have families too, living in Alaska and Timbuktu
Their vacation time was long over due
The new sled is this super stealth flying ship
It moves faster than a lightning bolt
We’ll all have lots of fun and then return you home
Before you even know it
Santa will have to return to work
No time for playing on planets or moons
So you better go to sleep real soon
Santa’s coming with toys for you!
Created on 11/23/14 for - Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale – Poetry Contest
Twas the night before Christmas, up in the North Pole
The pressure of the season was taking its toll
Deadlines and long hours were causing some stress
“Some” might be an understatement. They were a mess
The elves were on strike, marching angrily outside
Chanting, “Save elves on shelves” and “Santa Lied”
And for Frosty’s sake, get the bells off these shoes
This incessant jingling has driven them to booze
The reindeer were hired, part time, to cover as scabs
But they kept flying off and no one could keep tabs
Even when they were there, they just ate everything
You do not want to see droppings eaten toys can bring
Mrs. Claus was stress eating like a hoover
Three times, we’ve had to do the Heimlich maneuver
She ripped down St Nick's mistletoe like a scroogy thief
Suffice it to say, there will be no festive tension relief
As for Santa Claus, the big man in red himself
Well he’s in hot water now for punching an elf
He denied the picketers in the last negotiation
I mean, they already get 11 months of vacation….
Everything went slower for delivery without Rudolph
He’s quit the team now, and retired to play golf
So for all the hopeful dreaming little girls and boys
About a 1/3 of them will get a few regurgitated toys
Ho Ho Ho Ho............ sorry kids
Nov 28,2022
The Night before poetry contest
"Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer"
Momma got run over by Santa,
last night walking to see Nana.
Please say this is not so,
it happened in the snow.
The attack had Santa boot prints,
no incriminating fingerprints.
What do we do with Momma's gifts,
trade them in for our new face lifts.
The table has been all set,
hot food for us and the house pet.
The candles match her hair of red,
so sad she is now dead.
They should never have given a license to Santa,
a big guy in red suit eating a banana.
Do you believe in Santa,
for us Now ~~ We BELIEVE....
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"Baby It's Cold Outside"
Baby It's Cold Outside.
What a white snowy night,
no stopping in sight.
Don't be so up tight,
I will pour you another drink just right.
But Baby It's Cold Outside.
I just cannot stay,
what will my parents say.
I must be on my way,
no more time to play.
Baby It's Cold Outside.
I must say no no no,
I really need to go.
Before it gets deeper with snow,
or my car may need a tow.
Baby It's Cold Outside.
*Inspired by Edward Ibeh's wonderful poem titled Sniffing Flowers:
Santa had a panic attack!
There was too much to do
Too little time
Presents piled up, lists overflowed,
Too much stress, too many requests!
Too little time
The weather didn’t look good
The reindeer didn’t feel well
Rudolph’s nose wasn’t so bright
Mrs. Clause said, “Wait a minute”
“It is not Christmas yet!”
“Sit down and have some cocoa.”
Then she took his hand,
They walked to the pond nearby
They asked the elves to come along
They brought some skates and music too
They told everyone to take a break
While the reindeer rested
They skated with glee, to a nice melody
Santa felt calm and then he could see,
He had let his mind take off on him
Like the sleigh in the sky
He knew everything would be ok,
When he stopped worrying why!
Heidi Sands
12/16/18
Christmas time oh, fah lah, fah lah.
Everyone loves it lah dee dah, lah dee dah.
Except those who are planning suicide today.
It’s more prevalent than you think in December so gay.
Sure, some people think it’s all Jesus Santa and stuff.
They are the ones who have not been planning their demise in a huff.
Can you reach these do-inners, talk them out of their dour sad ways?
I doubt it quite nicely, but let’s forget about them on these wintery days.
Let’s happy up Santa, and put Lord Jesus way high up on the shelf.
Scoot him next to the reindeer and the not-so-hidden stupid grinning elf.
Let’s forget about the sadness, the badness, the mean and the grim.
We have a glitzy Christmas tree to decorate with holiday trim.
There's a man of mystery
That all children try and see
Bringing toys and presents too
The good boys and sweet girls who
Don't cause trouble through the years
Acting nicer as he nears
Dressed in furry white and red
While little ones sleep in their beds
Dreaming of all the great treasures
This jolly man leaves with pleasure
Trying not to be to slow
He has a long way to go
Sliding up and down all night
Chimneys that make the white
On his outfit black with ash
In his sleigh he makes a dash
Flying in the cold night air
In the sky with his reindeer
That helps him travel the world
Leaving every boy and girl
Presents from his magic bag
That will empty and soon sag
Because its not full again
A bearded man who's a friend
Brings cheer, joy and lots of love
From the moonlit skies above
One night each year he will fly
On rooftops he'll surely try
Being silent as can be
To remain a mystery