Long Santa Poems
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PB&J Santa Saga
Little Sally and Jim ran out of milk and cookies too
Santa was coming soon
Perhaps mischievous elves had eaten the snacks
Or someone else, short in stature
Peanut Butter and Jelly would have to do
We understand jolly men like jelly
And peanut butter is good for you
The children placed a note near the Christmas tree
On a plate that read; “PB&J for Santa with love and peace”
“Pepsi and beer are in the fridge we think”
Merry Christmas Santa
Don't drink and drive
Try not to get too sticky
Please leave us lots of gifts
Peanut butter and jelly is delicious
With holiday wishes
Created on 12/20/15 for "Story Poem About Santa Claus" – Poetry contest- Sponsored by Carol Eastman
The Nativity
Macy's Christmas parade
Jingle Bells on a Silent Night
Lionel Trains sets
Anxious and can't sleep
colorful gift wrapping paper
bows and ribbons
large family xmas gathering
Lit Brother's Christmas village (phila)
Fruit cakes and apple cider
Sitting on Santa Claus’s lap
Colorful lights draping the street posts
Crying scared of Santa Claus (myself)
Sears Christmas catalog
New pajamas
Barbie and GI Joe
Christmas carolers’
Decorating the Christmas tree
Rock em Sock em Robots
Snow on Christmas day
Woolworth 5 & 10
Easy bake oven
Last minute shopping Christmas Eve
Peace on earth, good will toward men
GI Joe with the kung fu gripe
three page Christmas list
Cabbage patch dolls
Hot wheels
Toys R US big toy book
Atari
School and church Christmas plays
Teddy Ruxpin
Game boy
No snow on Christmas day
Tickle me Elmo
Power Rangers
Nintendo
Stores sold out
Pre internet
Desperate search for the last Nintendo
Christmas gift bags
Laptops & tablets
Re-gifting
Xbox 360
Gift cards
Extreme Christmas lights
Amazon
Latest I-phone
Hoverboards
Hallmark’s 45 days of Christmas movies
Hoverboards catching fire
Camping out all night
Play station 5
The Nativity
What’s your Christmas memory?
Dear Santa, this is what I want this Christmas
A Papa with or without a long mustache
With a Mama, either short, tall, slim or fat
Who can carry me for I’ve grown enough.
I’ve been in this orphanage for ten years
I’ve many toys from you, I’ve physical disabilities
Dear Santa, please deliver me a package of two
With reindeer on sledge where I can ride on, too.
Dec. 25, 2017 11.05 am
Note:
A poem lovingly dedicated to all children in the orphanage for this Christmas Season, and to warmly greet you all:
A Very Merry Christmas!
May the spirit of this wonderful season fill your heart and home with peace, love and joy!
Love You All!
A little too late for Christmas isn’t it?
The toys are gone but Santa is back in town
Giving out gifts and coating cities with baking soda.
The warehouses are overstocked with it
Cities and towns are overwhelmed with it
And its victims are running away from it.
The white world stares innocently at the sleeping crowd
And the snowman sitting beside the corner house
With pink pointed nose and seven black whiskers
Awaits its tired visitors. His black cap with light blue
Emblem attached to the center, sits comfortably on his head.
Maybe it's a landmark for someone to establish a location
or a marker to indicate that someone is there
And so the snowman with the black cap on
Is attracting visitors from everywhere.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Man-Machine
Isn’t it the same thing?
The white light is bright
Do we even know how to write?
Correct, Correct, Correct
Auto-correct has checked
What is a friend?
Oh, you mean the girl who posted that one trend?
Yeah, we’re super close
She commented once, “I love your clothes!”
Erase, Erase, Erase
I don’t want to leave a digital foot-trace
But, didn’t you send–
Shhh, I thought you were my friend
We don’t speak of what’s been deleted
Because the act of doing has been uncompleted
So, forget what once was
And watch this funny video of fat Santa Claus
March 4, 2022
Contest: 'Let's explore digital technology'
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
'Twas the night before Christmas, when...
Oh no, said Rudolph! Stuck again!
The sky is dense and techno-waved,
our path seems wild and misbehaved!
Poor Rudolph stopped in sky midair
and yelled to Santa, we can't fly!
Earth satellites have made a snare
of wireless currents in the sky.
You see, today's advanced machines
are human gadgets called 'smart' phones;
they shop the Web from tiny screens;
airwaves mess up our flying zones.
Of course, they seek last-minute deals
on Christmas Eve, worse time of all,
when we are here 'head over heels'
to bring kids' presents, big and small.
Then Santa answered, use plan 'B'
come down one level in the sky.
Take care and watch! Don't hit a tree
or steeple top as we zoom by!
So Rudolph did as Santa said,
though still, they'd be a little late;
made headway now with deer and sled
where techno-waves had low flow rate.
Sandra M. Haight
~4th Place~
Contest: The Night Before
Sponsor: Joseph May
Judged: 12/08/2018
~1st Place~
Contest: Christmas Rhymes
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
Judged: 12/18/2017
I don't follow many sports.
I'm boring you see.
Samantha, my cat, does apparently.
In these Pennsylvania winters of snow and ice,
I may have watched hockey, once or twice.
I had a penguin ornament on my Christmas tree,
which suddenly vanished mysteriously..
It was as cute as it could be,
with a little Santa hat and scarf to greet me.
Some time ago it disappeared.
I may have discarded it I feared.
Today it suddenly reappeared.
Now I know what a smart cat I've got,
as Samantha has adopted it as her cat mascot.
Perhaps she's keeping it for good luck?
Now I have to go out and buy a cat puck..
There was in a Christmas play, Daddy Nick
Whose role was to wrap presents surely quick
Dressed in Sta. Claus' best...
But while showing his jest
Special kids had chosen their precious pick.
So Daddy Nick joyously changed his trick
To act as fantastic, yet looking sick
The children prayed with zest...
"Lord, keep us glad and blest
Heal Sta. Claus, grant him well-being stick."
Rescuing readily was Papa Rick
Laughing heartily* with his funny kick
Smiting gloominess-pest
With gifts for all the rest
Thus, everyone smiled midst photograph's click.
*Proverbs 17:22 - A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
December 9, 2023
2nd place, "Any theme Any form" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 12/10/2023
3rd place, "Funny Santa Claus Poem - Old or New" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 12/13/2023
*This one is for Tom Cunningham
Poor Santa ate too many treats
Then clogged the toilet at the pole
The sewer exploded into the streets
Where Santa fell down a hole!
The Elves are trying to get him out
The Grinch is laughing in glee
All Santa can do is shout
It’s too dark for them to see!
Let’s hope they find Rudolph’s bright nose
Flashlights aren’t bright enough
I heard pipes have also froze
And well, presents are covered with stuff!
It should be breaking news soon
Maybe keep children away from TV
Take them out to see the moon
For something else to see!
Prayers for Santa’s return and relief
7 days yet, to make things right
Keep up celebrating with belief
And to all a very good night!
Heidi Sands
12/18/22
I knew he’d forget
All I wanted this year was a bike, I even wrote Santa three letters so he wouldn’t
forget. I ran to my sister’s room and woke her up, “Come on, let’s go see if he came.”
“I hope Santa brought me my dolly.” She said as we saw wrapped gifts every where
but nothing that looked like a bike. “I knew he’d forget.” I murmured.
Mom and dad were already up. We opened our gifts and she got her doll. Santa
remembered to bring her that stupid doll, but forgot the bike I wanted. I got socks,
pajamas, a board game and a sweater from my aunt Edna, but no bike. I just knew
he would forget. Dad collected the discarded paper in a plastic trash bag.
“Did everyone have a nice Christmas?” My sister shouted, “Yes, Santa brought me
my dolly.” “What about you Chris?” He asked. “Yeah it was fine.” “Why the long face son,
did Santa not bring what you wanted?” “No, he didn’t bring the bike, I knew he’d forget.”
“Santa has a lot going on this time of year, I’m sure it just slipped his mind.”
“I’m sorry son but here, take this trash out to the garage and I’ll start the pancakes,
sound good? He said as he winked at mom. “Yeah, real good,” I answered as I
grabbed the bag grumbling, “I don’t want to take the stupid trash out to the stupid
garage or eat any stupid pancakes. I can’t believe he forgot, I just knew he’d forget.”
I opened the door and saw it, a big red bow sitting on top of…the bike and there was
a note attached to the handlebars with a ribbon, it read, Chris, I’m sorry but it wouldn’t
fit under the tree, so I put it out here. I hope that’s okay? It was signed, Santa.
“Yes! It’s okay Santa!” I screamed happily. “I knew you wouldn’t forget.”
Written for the Christmas Day poetry contest
Sponsored by: Alexis Y