Long Santa clause Poems
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Bells ringing off and on
or all on a sudden !
Bells to alert ! Whatever :
Call of classes or shows to start or let those be over !
Symbolising beginning and ending on scheduled hours.
Bells give signal, making final.
Bells of alarm clock ring giving wake up call.
Door bells alarming family to welcome visitors.
Reindeer driving sledge of Santa Clause
sometimes with swift speed, sometimes giving pause ,
as sledge running beside boxwood hedge hiding shy snowdrops,
silver bells ringing on merriment.
Bell of love suddenly rings in charm on special moment :
Auspicious, propitious.
Mind dreamed, heart thrilled and soul sensed serenity.
Sound of chimes in wedding bell
to ward off evil spirits bringing good luck to newlyweds.
soft tinkling of tiny bells in anklet of bride.
Cowbells in orchestra in rhythmic cadence .
At bell tower of church, carillon
rings in soft sweet soothing tone.
Jingle bells ringing in Christmas on joyous festive mode.
The night afore Christmas Day came our way
Twelve relatives descended, for to stay
Had to assemble several spare beds
But they did look cosy, it must be said.
A merry time was being had by all
Awaiting the moment Santa would call
The children were noisy, were kept awake
By the row that us oldies did create.
There was singing, drinking and lots to eat
Suddenly down the chimney came two feet
It was Santa come with his ho-ho-ho
Was offered a drink, but said no-no-no.
Then off up the stairs Santa Clause did run
We heard a scream, which then stilled all our fun
All wondered what on earth he could have done
To induce such an awful commotion.
It turned out that the kids had startled him
Jumping from their beds making a right dim
Santa ran down, his face glowing bright red
That was down to the children, one would guess.
Santa said that he'd been pulled, tugged and torn
The kiddies said not so, a promise sworn
They just meant to render Santa a hug
But dear Santa told them, no such luck.
Santa ran off then, faster than a flash
His goodbye was, “I will never come back.”
Christmas was nearing.....and yet..
These arrogant governors must be eating ,shrooms!
"We have locked the churches and schools
Now chimneys must be locked down soon!"
Their greasy hair gleamed under TV lights,
(I hated this dudes,real goons!)
" We cannot take chances with this obese, Santa Clause,.
After all,His Holiess Fauci, the CDC and the revered WHO
Stated clearly,
Santa is most assuredly a carrier of the deadly Covid, too!
Alas, the brainwashed, masked masses, in a maelstorm of
applause agreed.
"Righto,Santa is unmasked and might even sneeze, oh, geez!
So they got to work, boarded and chimneys up,with speed!
Sir Covid was all they thought of day and night.
It was cool though, it helped them win a fraudulent election.
~Where went, an honest selection?~
They were mad gods and emperors now!
Full of wine, power and incurable !insurrection...
Santa’s Little Skelf
Santa Clause is here again It`s almost Christmas day
But Santa has a problem he can’t sit on his sleigh.
Every time he sits down he jumps up from his seat
He`s been standing up so long he`s now got aching feet.
I think I`ll try a soft seat as he sits down on the couch
But just as Santa sat down he cried a mighty ouch.
He leaped so high he bumped his head when he felt the stinging pain
Poor Santa started to wonder if he`d ever sit down again.
Papa elf was worried about all the girls and boys
If Santa couldn`t ride his sleigh they won’t get any toys,
We’ve got to get to the bottom of this said Santa with a frown
I`m afraid I have no choice but to take my red breeks down.
There must be something sharp in the seat of Santa`s pants
Could it be a needle or a pair of angry Ants?
They searched them high and low and even turned them inside out
But they couldn’t find the object that made poor Santa shout.
Maybe I`ll buy some new ones as he sat down on the chair
Then a stinging pain went through his butt and he flew right through the air.
Then the elf had an idea as he stopped to think and pause
I know what the problem is but It`s a job for Mrs Clause.
So they put poor Santa to his bed and laid him on his tum
Then Mrs Clause got her magnifying glass to look at Santa`s bum.
Santa was feeling worried as he looked at Papa elf
Then with a shiny pair of tweezers she pulled out Santa`s skelf.
A tiny piece of timber that came from Santa`s sleigh
But at least I`ll get a seat now as I`ve been on my feet all day.
We will rub down Santa`s sleigh and get a plaster for his bum
Then fill his sack with presents and toys for everyone.
So sleep tight boys and girls as Santa`s on his way
It will take more than a little skelf to cancel Christmas day.
He`s flying through the night sky with a cushion for his bum
Ho Ho Ho and jingle bells merry Christmas everyone.
THE END
Ah, winter.
The snowy fields;
The slippery streets;
The frosty coldness
On ones feet.
The icy feel
That gives you chills
While walking up those
Winter hills.
The Christmas lights
That shines so bright;
To children having
Snowball fights.
From a fireplace enjoying wine;
To a family dinner at Christmas time.
And while you had your joyful fill;
You just received the electric bill.
From mortgage payments and all that stuff;
Income tax, you had enough.
While children dream of Santa Clause;
You dream of money you had lost.
For all those seasons of wine and dine;
Welcome to winter time.
Christmas comes calling each year around,
Ringing in joy and celebrations profound
A message of sharing wrapped in delight.
Culminating the year in hopes soft light.
What does Christmas mean to me,
Opens a floodgate of memories.
The snowy beard, the bright red hat,
A jolly belly — imagine that!
From distant lands with mystic aura,
Santa arrives — every child’s euphoria.
Candied fruits,
Orange and cinnamon induced,
Plum cakes so rich,
Ginger and nutmeg enriched.
Pine, fir or spruce,
A woody aroma to boost,
Poinsettias add colour and glam,
Enhancing old terraces charm.
Wreaths and mistletoe on show,
Reindeer and Santa in tow.
Christmas stockings, filled and hung with care,
Unwrapping gifts, joy fills the air.
Candy canes and twinkling lights,
Together they usher in delight.
A time to care, a time to share,
To breathe to life each Christmas prayer.
To pen new tales of love and kindness,
And light the world through winter’s brightness.
The Hush of Christmas Past
It came more slowly then.
After Thanksgiving
the lights and decorations
started showing up.
The excitement started to build.
Santa showed up at the
department store, The
ads in the newspapers
were larger, some even
in color. There was talk of
“the list”, and “naughty or nice”.
It was agonizing – waiting for
the night Mom said “OK, let’s
go buy the tree”. The trip to
the back lot behind the
super market, “This one…
NO! THIS ONE!” We carried
the tree - by any means possible -
remembering Mom’s warning:
“Remember, you will have to
carry that big tree home.”
The tree was somehow decorated.
Lights, tinsel, bulbs, each one someone’s
favorite, ribbons, bows, a picture
of the cat. Now the speculation
began in earnest. “Whadaya
think you’re gonna get?”. “OH,
I hope, I hope, I hope”, “But I can’t
tell you, it’s a secret.” We knew there
would probably be sox, some new
PJ’s, mittens – the usual. But there
would also be those other nicely
wrapped gifts – from Santa.
The baseball glove, the skates,
the “un-wrapable” scooters, bikes,
baseball bats, hockey sticks.
These were always brought by
Santa Clause. Santa supplied the
dreams, Mom and Dad the gifts.
We provided the unmistakable
sounds of Christmas morning.
There would be church and a
Christmas dinner, lost amid the
joy of dreams. Dreams of snagging
that line drive with the new baseball
glove, of racing down the hill on
the bike, of Bobby Orr like moves
with the new skates.
The colored lights took their cue
from the setting sun as we gathered
around the table and savored the
sweet, juicy, succulence of Mom’s -
never to be equaled – Apple Pie.
John G. Lawless
11/22/2014
submitted to HUSH OF CHRISTMAS PAST – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Mystic Rose
My Last Fairy
Mom and dad
Why did you tell me the truth
I was so young
Just a little child
Full of hope and faith
I believed in Santa Clause
The Easter Bunny and fairies
They were alive for me
You didn’t have to tell me
I didn’t want to know
Santa Clause is just a man in a suit
The Easter Bunny isn’t real
Fairies were just the stuff of stories
You didn’t watch as my youth died that day
You didn’t see me cry when I went to bed
You never told me
That would be the night my last fairy friend died
If only I would not have listened
If I would have followed my heart
That fairy would have been flying around my room
And maybe I would still believe in miracles
Digital Santa
Sung to “Santa Clause is coming to town”
You won’t find out
You better not try
Better not unplug
I’m texting you why
Google Plex is coming to town
They’re making a list
And checking it twice
They already know whose naughty and nice
Amazon is buying the town
They see you when your sleeping
They know when your awake
They know your darkest secrets
They see every move you make
So, you better tune in
For more digital sin
Better not pout
While they lure you in
Walmart owns every big town
0’s and 1’s
Are part of the fun
You can’t hide
And you better not run
Apple controls the world
Uncle Sam,
Is completely plugged in
Laughing out loud
Cause he’s knows you can’t win
Satan Claws is coming to town
(who did you think was in the red suit?)
Eric (and sometimes not)
Santa Sightings Everywhere
savoring the view
Santa's surfing Hawaii
what the O-a-hu
ride tides kangaroos
boogieboarding Sidney plays
the didgeridoos
beach boy Santa Clause
surfs up California
let's give him applause