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I'm heading home after five
humming to myself quietly;
I've missed the December' sunset by an hour,
Christmas lights sparkle, folks greet each other:
hear the joy in their voices!
Jesus will end their worries:
they will thrive, not strive!
Naughty boys laugh at Bozo, he has
red hair and long feet;
he marched in the Halloween Parade
and played his drum with a fast beat!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
Show them you are in a happy mood,
don't be afraid of being booed and hissed!
Carols take the dullness away,
and they replace it with cheerfulness:
take your trumpet, your guitar,
or just hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly...
feel inside serenity,
listen to golden bells
ringing joyfully!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
Peter is the new Santa with a white beard,
his favorite visitor is Reed;
look around the corner: there goes funny Elf!
Scrooge grins, he's all for himself:
stay away, don't laugh;
Greedy Scrooge is afraid of Christmas ghosts!
Dickens knew him well:
a guilty conscience won't let
won't let anybody sleep;
everyone expressed ingratitude
to someone who was cheap and rude,
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly,
and despite all: be very merry;
oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly:
see snowflakes falling,
and festive kids running!
The frosty evening holds a magical spell,
the whole universe praises Jesus!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
David understood
the mysteries of the Heavens,
faith is the only stronghold of the weak;
songs are the humble gifts of the meek!
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly...
walk around: who happy, who's sad?
Ah, many don't have
the strength that faith gives,
walk with the Good Shepherd
and make him your friend:
glory will be yours
of you proclaim Him
your King and shield!
Hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
I'm heading home
humming to myself quietly,
decorations are pretty;
snow and silence charm
and together
with the Christmas music,
we'll disarm
each woeful feeling inside:
let the Jule season bring us more joy!
Carols are played everywhere:
will they warm up all the cold hearts
in the crowded square?
Oh, hum, hum, hum
to yourself quietly!
P.S. The track of my song is posted on CloudSound.com
"Christmas is in our grasp so long as we have hands to clasp" from the song "Welcome Christmas" from "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas"
What is (or was) Christmas all about?
For one thing, for two weeks...school is out!
First, the countdown was to the last day of school,
next, the number of days to the actual Yule.
In the family car to see Christmas lights,
candy cane lamp posts among the sites,
then across town to see Grandpa and Grandma Hicks.
Grandma crafted many holiday knack-knicks.
But it wouldn't be Christmas without...
Candy canes, popcorn balls, everything dandy,
Grandma's toffee, SoCal's chocolate See's candy,
Cookies in the oven, I can count up to ten.
Pretty soon out will jump gingerbread men.
and how exciting it would be
when Dad brought home the Christmas tree!
which we would soon industriously adorn
with a string of cranberries and puffed popcorn.
At night when the house was cozy and dark,
we'd play Christmas songs, cut the lights for a lark,
and shadows created by the blinking lights
on the walls, would make kaleidoscopic delights.
We'd turn on the tube when prime time was near,
and watch the boy dentist and Rudolf the Reindeer,
and then Snoopy and good 'ol Charlie Brown,
and Mr. Magoo playing Scrooge with a frown.
My Grandma and Grandpa would come, Christmas Eve.
We got to stay up late, but we'd sleep 'fore they'd leave.
On Christmas morning, my parents would never wake.
We'd wait to open presents; how long would it take?
When they did, we would jump and shout -
we'd have all kinds of new games and toys,
baseballs, basketballs, footballs for four boys -
and possibly records, old seventy-eights
with cartoon pictures on their vinyl plates.
One day it would be over, and I'd be in school.
Was there a Santa? Was I played for a fool?
Was there a Christmas? Was it really real?
Yes - proved by Aunt's fruit cake in the frig, hard as steel!
I was invited to a party, and have been back to it many times over the years.
It was so notable to me, because all of the people were having such a good
time. Oh, it was just started by an older man who made his apprentices close up and see that there would be enough space for the food, drinks, musicians, and room for dancing.
As the people came in, they were anxious to join in the merriment because
this party was always held at Christmas, and everyone would have a good
time because the host insisted on it. He paid for a party and would be one
of the most active participants. Since he had paid for the party, he had the
musicians play, and danced with reckless abandon despite his age.
No one had more fun, as he would return again and again to the dance floor.
His partner was his wife of many years, but it did not stop him from dancing
with others who had come for the party. The guests came in their finery,
and the oil lamps lit the room and decorations to make it a whimsical party.
The settings were fit for royalty, the food was exquisite, the music light and
airy, and nothing but a sea of smiles could be seen anywhere in the room.
I was however, only a voyeur at the party. I wished that I was one of those
that had been invited in true, but alas, my being there had a deeper purpose
and meaning for me. It showed me that people can have a good time in
each other's company, just by joining in with a smile and good natured
feelings. Oh, how I wished it were truly real at the time.
I haver returned many times to that party, as each year I wait for it to come
on the TV. I would truly have loved to be at "Old Fezziwig's" party, and each
year I try, even for a little while, give up my Scrooge!
12/11/20
Written for "Party Folk Poetry Contest" by Julia Ward
My Wife and I Went Driving Before Christmas
Kevin Davis 2024
One chilly night, my wife and I
Went driving where the lights shone high.
We turned a corner, dark and small…
And found the brightest glow of all!
There stood Rudolph, nose so red,
Shining brightly as he fed.
Beside him Frosty waved hello,
All made of snow from head to toe.
The Grinch was there with Max, his pup,
While Herbie pulled a tooth right up!
And Scrooge McDuck laughed loud with glee,
As Huey tickled endlessly.
The Polar Train came chugging fast,
With toys and treats to make joy last.
Susy Snowflake twirled with flair,
Beside her danced the Cinnamon Bear.
Piglet, Tigger, Owl so sweet,
Brought jars of honey as a treat.
Winnie smiled, and Christopher too—
Their Christmas wishes had come true.
Then Charlie Brown and Snoopy came,
With Lucy, Linus—every name!
They sang a carol, soft and clear,
“O Christmas Tree” for all to hear.
The Trio’s music filled the sky,
With notes that seemed to float and fly.
While George and Garfield, quick and spry,
Ran round the tree, both low and high!
And Santa stood with friends galore,
With Mickey, Minnie, dozens more!
His reindeer lined up two by two,
Their bells all jingling bright and new.
He called their names—away they sped!
“To every child, good night!” he said.
With gifts and cheer, he soared from sight,
A shining sleigh in velvet night.
We drove back home, our hearts so bright,
Still glowing from that field of light.
For Christmas magic, pure and true,
Lives on in me… and now in you.
The Grinch
is the guy I want to pinch.
Why would that crazy fool
ever want to steal the yule?
Santa Claus,
I'm just a kid who has four paws,
so, I hope to see beneath the tree,
a chew toy just for me.
Frosty the Snowman,
you ain't got much left to show man -
just coals, a hat, and a carrot stick...
in a puddle. Your spree was over pretty quick.
Bob Cratchit
Did you catch it?
Scrooge says you got a raise.
For Tiny Tim, to God, let's praise.
Rudolf the Rednose Reindeer,
raised not very far from here,
hit the big time on Santa's sleigh,
with gifts for kids both young and grey.
Jack Frost,
I told you to get lost.
Move along, don't linger.
I can't even move a finger.
Bob Cratchit,
Scrooge will bury the hatchet.
Before he changes his views,
buy Tiny Tim's orthopedic shoes.
Santa Claus,
don't send me a toy because,
as I start to think,
help my dad, so he won't drink.
Frosty the Snowman,
your mom told you not to go, man,
outside to play in the sun.
A blizzard's a safer place to have fun.
The Grinch -
that's you, you Christmas monkey wrench.
You should be grateful to know that you
are the subject of a clerihew.
Away in a toy store as Christmas draws nigh,
the mountains of money reach up to the sky,
the customers hurry their presents to buy
none notice the star shining high in the Sky.
This star once looked over a wondrous scene
where a baby was born to fulfil mankind’s dream
of peace on our earth and goodwill to all men,
but 2000 years have passed by us since then.
So what has transpired since our God sent his son
did this make a difference in all we have done.
Has peace and good will been the nature of earth
what purpose fulfilled by our saviour’s birth?
A man in a red suit delights all our kids
to bring us goodwill ‘Merry Christmas’ he bids.
There’s more that believe that our Santa is real
than believe in the story of Jesus I feel.
So who spreads goodwill on this day every year,
who is it that helps our life’s pains disappear.
We all need to believe in this magical day
but 2000 odd years seems too far away.
The colour of red can bring cheer to your soul,
a warm friendly voice our problems console.
A gift from a stranger, no matter how small,
is a message that goodwill can be shared with all.
Away in a toy store as Christmas draws nigh,
the mountains of money reach up to the sky,
but maybe it’s worth all the pennies we spend
to share our thanksgiving with a special friend.
Santa or Jesus, whichever your way
are the spirits that help us enjoy Christmas day.
No matter it seems that this choice is so huge
there’s more joy with them, than if you worshiped Scrooge!
Ivor G Davies
It is the small things that matter most
Your heart sings fresh buttered toast
Family brings together a Sunday roast
Smitten a handwritten letter in the post
Jaunts or saunters down Britain’s coast
Snow balls glisten child’s mitten the host
Don’t be a Scrooge listen to every ghost
Best bet to forget regret but don’t boast
Entranced by happenstance engrossed
In the hub of a pub toast with mein host
Your flotilla through strife of life will coast
If don’t let get pushed from pillar to post
As God damn it our planet will soon roast
Foremost and utmost remember to toast
Little treasures that every day does boast
Teeny weeny pleasures our own outpost
Just make sure you are regularly dosed
With those small things that matter most
Near the garbage, I did see
A sad, discarded Christmas tree
Wrapped up in a plastic bag,
A sight to make the spirits sag.
With Christmas looming, it seems rash
To toss a tree out with the trash.
I wondered 'bout the reasons why
That tree was ditched, with no goodbye.
Perhaps it brought some bugs inside
Or else the owner up and died.
It's possible, with needles falling,
A fake version found its calling.
Maybe two folks bought a tree
Where one could serve the family
Or someone, in a Scrooge-like snit
Just chucked it, saying "This is it!"
Though this is not my holiday,
It saddened me in some small way,
But not enough to take it home;
Instead, it did inspire this poem.
Divine angelic embodiment...
amazingly graced yours truly -
And the missus earlier today
December thirtieth two thousand nineteen
ah... charming angelic gal heaven sent
voluntarily drove us from CJ's
(2009 Hyundai Sonata needs alternator)
1405 S Township Line Road,
Royersford, PA 19468
to 2 Highland Manor drive
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania 19468
upon overhearing conversation
whereby our 2009 Hyundai Sonata
necessitated replaced alternator.
Thus toting another mortal
(worth her weight in gold)
random act of kindness to behold
I felt incumbent to repay,
yet no money in billfold
thus random stranger
need be given and/or told
pro bono favor, lest
good nature within me will scold
Matthew Scott Harris,
perhaps even exact chokehold
regarding being recipient
exhausting list to enumerate,
yet nonetheless manifold
instances since boyhood
until thyself languishing
and getting farblondjet and old.
Found friends, Romans, teaser
countrymen... (think Julius Caesar,
salad days by William Shakespeare
if alive, a very old geezer
occurring in Act III, scene II),
perhaps also incorporating Ebenezer
Scrooge as greater dramatic pleaser.
I feel farblondget, farchadat,
fardeiget, and stymied
as cumulative intercessors
when this schlemiel in need
especially when a wee thing
how eldest and youngest sister indeed
countless occasions far exceed
ding dewey decimal, emotional,
financial, remuneration recompense
such focus on self, I willingly concede
at this age (scoring few till orbitz) read
ding those earlier years of mein kampf
in retrospect this bloke now freed
with less self centeredness and greed.
Many British Thermal Units needed...
To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.
Hence, I will beg, borrow or steal,
as profound philosophical thinker
oh no... no... no, this
non smoking bandit, nor drinker
will explain to police officer,
that me willingly doth plead
guilty as freshly showered stinker
without spectacles yours truly
can only blinker
if nabbed do time inside
state of the art clinker,
where ample heat warms hoodwinker
covering mine rickety musculoskeletal,
while escorted to attend requisite
appointment with headshrinker.
Token Doubting Thomas here
resorts to life of
petty crime without fanfare
for this common man
dirt poor bloke who doth air
(not that anybody
will rat's a$$, nor care
a jot regarding me
squalid financial welfare),
but analogous to Scrooge
grossly dislikes Xmas time of year
not always the case, cuz as lad din
Southeastern Montgomery County
one cute little boy with
short cropped hair,
(a 'curse unbiased
opinion), aye declare
Santa Claus and shopping amidst
madding crowd no living nightmare
like today December eighteenth
tooth how sinned nineteen
bajillion people angrily glare
with livid rage expect
whistleblowing thru air
courtesy bull-let-in aiming crosshair,
whereat vendors pushing merchandise
hooping he/she can scare
up brisk business, hence
caveat emptor i.e. buyer beware
aside from aforementioned
hypothetical scenario - won't ever
occur within glorious land
of bilk and money
America, the home of the free..., where
distribution of wealth very unfair.
Yukon still enjoy of beauty,
this po' witless can bet
dollars to donuts without
spending yourself silly
garnering mountain due of debt
subsequently weeping
(think guitar coming
unstrung at every fret),
thus... ya gotta get get
aware simple pleasures
experience mindfulness, such as
zipping across globe on private jet
hobnobbing with rich and famous,
then swing by utmost secluded un convent
chin null monastery, and meet...
nun other than one cell bated abbott.