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'Twas the night before Christmas' ole Saint
Nick was ready to go,
He round up the reindeer and said" Ho, Ho, Ho."
Santa and the gang were on their merry way.
And there was a lot of the toys in the sleigh.
Santa stopped at the first house on his list,
He got stuck in the chimney and broke his wrist.
Rudolph and the team were in disarray,
They didn't even know what to do or say.
Santa's magic wouldn't even work that night,
They had to think fast and make things right.
They called dispatch at the north pole,
EMT's came quick, rescuing him their only goal.
They got him out in no time,but he was in a bad way,
Who could fill in for Santa? Maybe his brother Clay?
"Get Jr, He's next in line to take my place."
Said ole Saint Nick. Junior left without trace,
many years ago, how would they find him?
They searched and searched it looked grim.
All of a sudden Junior showed up out of nowhere,
He said, "Save Christmas popped in my mind
and I came here."
The reindeer stared at him, he wore a onesie
with the tooth fairy on it,
Santa had an extra suit in the sleigh, and it fit.
Saint Nicholas retired right then their on sight,
Junior was able to save Christmas that night.
Contest: Twas The Night Before Christmas 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
11/22/19
JUST A LITTLE JINGLE
Just a little jingle, from old Kris Kringle.
Urgent that his knees, bend before the King.
Saint Nicholas shares the beauty of gifts
That become all the more radiant in angel-song.
Alleluia Alleluia Alleluia - adoration of the Bethlehem Babe.
Lovingly the infant stirs, the earth responds with mirth.
In this curse it shares with mankind’s sorrow.
The arms of Christ restrained in swaddle,
Though he longs to throw them deep and wide.
Love will soon be hammered to a tree — a symphony.
Everyone will see, all eyes surged with sensation.
Merry for this moment,
Eager in rejoice —
Reverence to the Creator’s crown.
Relieved from Him for a time to serve us.
Your holiday present — Christ’s everlasting presence.
12/7/2018
Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
Abode above average, horizon fire glows on angel
Teeming ambition triggers digger, strings gay tinsel
Portrays titanium rays of central star burn essential
Tree bauble shifts indeterminate, Earth resplendent
Pine green needle necklace, spinning gilt pendant
Pendulum bells in tower drop ropes for Crescendo
Concave accolades hide fluidity quit quick Crypto
Presents piled overlapping countdown to Christmas
Car race excel brings adrenaline finish line climax
Sly slit thin grin golden grimace violet sky crescent
Moon's multitudinous kept secrets gaslight residents
Spun line unseen supports sparkling pink accessory
Melted marshmallow molest paste palate pleasantly
Endurance promised swallows doldrums resentment
Enthused level thirty lightning thorn entrenchment
Faithful needing sights sleigh flight Saint Nicholas
Father is growth motivated to bestow future riches
29th November
Twinkle finger, Nissan, NTHUZED
Yesterday, playful children engaged with the outside
Endlessly enjoying their midsummer day's ride
Today, another car collision, stuck in traffic
Overwhelm by the society’s demographics
Tomorrow, weary and mangled from overworking
Needing assistance my aching legs have stopped working
Yesterday, lighthearted without any prejudices
The video game remained my only nemesis
Today, austerely fighting to pay all the mortgage bills
Pyrrhic weight, the body’s mobilizing nonerrant hills
Things were better yesterday
The tears were shallow. All the pains went away
Yesterday, jolly old Saint Nicholas was bona fide
Grandma and grandpa embraced hands actively alive
Today, a career, car, and house, thought I had it made
Mother and father are descending into their grave
Tomorrow, my tears will all disappear and turn to dust
I’ll be receiving one final trip into the earth’s crust
The past, things were better, dreams subsisted boundlessly
My tears were shallow. All my pains went away
My friends were present to wish me a happy birthday
All alone everything shall decay. All alone everything fades away
Things were better
Updated - 5/14/2019
*Nonerrant- deviating from the regular or proper course; erring; straying
Form:
It’s coming,
the tinsel train with its seasonal
non-tax declaring elves.
Of course they wave to us merrily,
of course we smile
push kids in front of us
as they seek Santa.
Not far now
the North Pole is at the back of the store
where Saint Nicholas keeps his secret stash
of whisky and weed.
We want to believe this is really happening
and that this magical moment
will live in a child’s-mind forever,
but no,
the kids just want to grab something
then run along more glittering tracks,
tickets held tight in small fists
on to the next promotional grotto
and another photographed event.
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold!
Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races,
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree,
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance;
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Somewhere out there
The world is all in slumber
Prayers have been said
Tears have been shed
Where people care waiting for a miracle
Sitting in the window seat
Cozy and warm by the fireplace
I listening to the soft crackling sound
Of golden amber fire
Waiting and looking out the window at the falling snow
Impatiently watching the cloud migrate slowly across the sky
A hidden moon back-lit a large cloud, fringing it with silver
Thrill waiting so long as patience can endure, a lifetime it seems
A soft whine and nudge with a cold wet nose to my face
Startling me to wake with a fright
With the hair on the back of my neck standing upright
As I tremble and brace myself with unutterable shock
Curiosity impelled me to move forward
Drawing nearer made me gasped
With trembles and thrills
Gazing upon shadows movement and the sounds of crunching
Near the fireplace in a high wing-back chair
Sat Old Saint Nicholas holding a cup of hot cocoa
Snacking on the cookies I had left
Listening to the music play “Jolly Old St. Nicholas”
12/7/2015
TREMBLES AND THRILLS - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Olive Eloisa Guillermo
Oh, Christmas should be...
all snow and sweet carols!
And I would need four reindeers to carry me
wherever I like to be...
listening to the clinking snowy bells
and happily shouting, "Merry Christmas! " to everyone I joyfully meet
at every door that's never without a wreath;
and through a decorated, foggy window spot the Yule log ready to be lit!
All the frenzied bells are jingling,
as my rosy cheeks are dimpling;
you can mistaken me for that jolly old Saint Nicholas
and hear that friendly voice never changing its tone,
but who else can bring those children:
many smiles and lots of toys?
All snow and sweet carols
is the only wish of my Yule season;
and do you have a wish
that you like to come true right now?
Imagine it, or say it aloud;
let me hear it in your happy sound:
use a trumpet, a clarinet or guitar...
and finally make that change within!
In travelling the big Globe:
I see too much sorrow, no hands that pray;
people feel no love and won't put hatred aside!
Many refuse to be kind: to open hearts and minds
to share this wonderful, sacred day
with the true spirit of the Christmas joy!
Should I remind everyone that it should be:
all snow and sweet carols?
They held a forum on "the affairs of People'
They sought answers from a concern of security
all people. The stories we pass a long in folklore
often are used to explain why certain things occur.
The story of Christ is seen as complex..
The belief in Christ is said in uncertainty confusing.
folk that believe in Christ are often asked why certain things
are the way they are, and often times they can't
answer the question, or there information is baffled.
Christ was born in a manger somewhere in
Bethlehem, a small town south of Jerusalem.
According to the scriptures of Matthew.
in the fourth Century a Greek bishop from Myra ,
Turkey named Saint Nicholas Known for his helping of people
through secret acts of generosity. A story say's that he provided
gold for the dowries of three daughters saving them from slavery.
Which started the secret giving and inspired the Santa Claus character.
It gives people frm all walks of life a sense of being and belonging.
It is gifting without obligation to loyalties and returning favors.
An act of kindness. Strangers helping strangers.
Someone told me I used the Santa Claus angle
because even when I was angry at my siblings ,parents and offsprings
I could say Santa Claus cares for you, without breaking
character, both in an act of love
and in good faith. Winters of Earth and the celebrations here
often people who are without don't know
how to find what they need
and most often they can't afford it.
kindness for being you.
during the winter solstice in celebration of Christ's birth.
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wasailing- avertating strange behavior!
Behavioral management.
Truth be told
I no longer want deaths and wars
Come part the horizon, Jesus
Christ come now to receive us
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, love and freedom
Twas just a mist, history insist
The Legend of St. Nicholas
Give me thoughts of prayers
To pray for my fellow humans
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas, is for Jesus to come down
Lo O’ fourth-century bishop
Monk named St. Nicholas
Born sometime around 280 A.D.
In Patara, near Myra in modern-day Turkey
If there were a Santa I want only just to know his true origin
What I want for Christmas is for Saint Nicholas to pray with me
Admired for his piety and kindness,
Of many legends called also Father Christmas
You can meet Santa Claus cross the magical Arctic Circle
In Rovaniemi in Lapland, Finland official
You see if there be a Santa, all I want from him
Is to pray for me, for Christ to grant me longevity of life…
Now what do you want for Christmas in this life
12/7/19
What You Want For Christmas Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Paul