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There was no such thing as a perfect couple until Max and Maude.
They immediately began naming snow balls – Cherish and Claude.
Here is Cherish Maude said, as she lobbed it toward Max’s head.
Max laughed and ducked and slid away on a bright red sled.
Maude created Claude, Charlie, and Hacky Sack before he got back.
He had never met such a woman, she never gave him a bit of flack.
You are such a terrific find, he told her. I think you are my soul mate.
So, they got married in a Lutheran church at a quarter until eight.
They ended up with six children, who got seasonably round.
In the summer, of course, the family mysteriously slid underground.
They are perfect for each other spring willows and oaks would agree.
They loved the fact that they gave themselves readily to every tree.
Hush, what was that on the roof, Can't be Santa Claus, I can hear as I lay in my bed .
Perhaps he as had to many sherry's and crashed his sled.
Took the Elves months to fix it last time, and Poor old Rudolph was seeing red.
He even broke the sleigh bells and had to have a horn instead .
I open the curtains looking over a winter fairy land.
Frosty the Snowman stood there in this winter wonder land.
The radio playing jingle bells , it's the salvation army band.
Christmas presents opened with toys galore the kids are in dreamland.
And then its Christmas dinner all the trimmings and a pud ,I can hardly stand !
Merry Xmas, Everybody
comp entry 05122016
Good friends, so loving.!!
Oh, but that was soon to go.
It was Christmas you see .
There were gifts to be opened.
They shouted with great glee!
Ah~ but that ended when...
The braided girl got two dolls!
Oh, my!
The other, really made a fuss
Said she to her braided friend:
"You only got it by accident!
"It fell off Santa's sled or such!"
She demanded to leave her friend,
On the next scheduled bus!
The braided girl wept.
The other, never got over it.
5/17/2021
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice,
Mrs. Claus’ pajamas on Christmas Eve.
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice.
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice,
Santa’s ho ho ho sleigh preparing to leave.
Those wayward reindeers, he cattle calls thrice.
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice,
snacking on the pines — those peppermint thieves,
sticky antlers treading holiday ice.
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice —
smart boxes and bows make children believe
and grateful parents are good with the price.
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice.
A mischievous elf off the shelf named Steve
is pilfering cookies — they’re Santa’s vice.
One chill boss in a sled would not suffice —
the crazy entourage of Christmas Eve.
Garish and gaudy, a little bit nice,
Little bit naughty with sugar plum spice.
12/3/2020
Deck The Halls Poetry Contest
Sponsor:Joseph May
Checked with rhymezone.com
"Sometimes miracles happen when you're least expecting them.
Quote by poet."
It was the week before Christmas; it was a cold, bright snowy day
Told the kids we'll go sledging; unaware a blizzard was on the way
They all got into my jeep, and on the roof I fastened the kid's sled
Then in the large trunk I secured, our Bernese mountain dog, Jed.
I drove carefully for about five miles to where there were steep hills
We were well wrapped up from head to toe, against the winter chills
The kids and even my wife took it in turns going downhill on the sled
Then with bone chilling winds the blizzard hit; it filled me with dread.
I thought we must go home now or we might struggle to get back
Others had the same idea and were already driving down the track
The family got in the jeep, but I noticed there was no panting sound
Nobody had noticed Jed was missing and he was nowhere around.
I told my wife to drive the kids home and I'd go and search for Jed
I waved them off but I had some foreboding thoughts in my head
The images in my mind as they drove off were of all the kids crying
And what if Jed had met with an accident and he was slowly dying.
I searched through the dense forest, but he was nowhere to be found
The light faded and was getting dark; fresh snow covered the ground
I'd resume the search first light tomorrow, after a good night's sleep
But I was concerned it would be quite risky if the snow was too deep.
I didn't sleep very much, and thankfully it had now stopped snowing
Then climbed out of my warm bed and told my wife where I was going
For nigh on five hours I looked everywhere, but finding Jed wasn't to be
I drove home feeling very depressed, wondering what I'd tell the family.
On Christmas Eve we walked to our local church for a carol service
The kids were sad and they weren't singing; I couldn't help but notice
About nine o'clock we headed off home, it was a clear but cold night
Everyone was real silent and I didn't know, how I could put things right
We walked up the long snow-covered pathway, to our house in the dark
Then out of nowhere our Jed bounded toward us and gave a loud bark.
Written on the 4th December 2023
Of all the little boys and girls
For whom you travel ‘cross the world
I’m certain I’m the best.
I didn’t shout, I never pout
Behaved myself, there is no doubt
I passed your every test.
Just check your list, now look and see
I’m certain that you will agree
I’ve done all that I should.
I’ve mended all my little flaws
So, come on, Mister Santa Claus,
You know that I’ve been good!
Santa Claus! Won’t you bring me toys
And all those things that I enjoy
I know you hear me, don’t be coy
It should be understood.
Santa Claus! I‘ve done all you said
Now sugarplums dance in my head
Oh, Santa please load up your sled
You know that I’ve been good!
Of all the little girls and boys
Whom you’ll be bringing Christmas toys
I deserve the most.
I didn’t cry, and this is why:
To keep that twinkle in your eye.
Now I don’t mean to boast.
You’ve watched me sleeping and awake
So you should know, for goodness sake,
I’ve done all that I could.
Now, I’ll admit that you’re the boss
But come on, Mister Santa Claus,
You know I’ve been good!
Santa Claus! Look and you will see
And then I'm sure you will agree.
I'm begging you on bended knee
O Saint of Childhood!
Santa Claus! I‘ve been unsurpassed
In doing all that you have asked.
Now the time has come at last!
You know that I’ve been good!
I saw an object
way-up high --
analysis, no UFO
no drone, told my
supervisor, no need
for the military red-phone.
Again:
I saw a sled
way up-high --
and knew only one
had clearance to fly,
so, as an air-traffic-controller,
forewarned, I had to quickly
adjust, reindeer’s not equipped
with jet avoidance thrust --
No take offs! No landings!
grounded, planes forced to
stand-by, but one impatient pilot
on his own, decided to give it a try
well, rained down stuffed bears
and little Timmy's toy boat; reminded
were all that only Macy Santa's
float -- Clause landed in a
a nearby barnyard, still wearing his
splattered signature coat, tearfully clutching
antlers, startled the 'jeebies out of a pair of
mating goat' --
Santa felt all out of sorts up there in the pole,
the elves looked at each other and shook their heads.
They had tried their best to jolly Santa along
but the more they tried, the sadder he got.
Finally one asked him why he was so sad
shaking his head Santa said they no longer believe.
No more do they send me letters of what they want
and telling me how good they have been.
As he sat there the tears rolled and mingled in his beard
and his belly shook and rolled over and over in folds.
The North Pole House started to melt and fall away in chunks
what can we do to get belief back into people's hearts? one asked.
We could write letters and send them to him said one
that will not work said another he knows all their names.
WE have to find a Believer and bring them here to him
for if there is no belief the North Pole house will die.
The elves searched around the world looking for just one
any one would do as long as they still believed in Santa.
Try as they might none could they find. Until one elf heard
a child crying out his heart. Why do you cry? little man,
Santa never answers my letters he said I have sent him so many
The other children laugh at me and say he no longer exists,
that he for many years has never replied to their requests.
The elf shook his head in disbelief as he listened to the child.
He threw some Christmas dust over the child and whisked him
away to the North Pole house. The child's eyes were popping
right out of his head as he watched the elves busily working.
He does still exist he screamed in excitement. He does, he does.
As for Santa, he soon cheered up and busily got to work
loading up his sled with many brightly wrapped presents.
Why did you not answer my letters Santa the child asked?
What letters? I have had no letters for what seems like years.
This mystery puzzled the elves, where on earth could they be,
It was Mrs Santa that had the answer. That old fool she said
he tucks them away in his pocket and then forgets about them
see there are hundreds it is no wonder no one still believes.
Dear oh dear said Santa my mind is so forgetful lets get them read
that Christmas children world wide received so many presents
Once again belief returned and the North Pole house was saved
As faith in Christmas was reborn and happy faces smiled and smiled
written 11/27/2014
I want to peer downwards
From such high altitudes
Where
Testing my limits
I drop a few stones
And a few
Minutes later I hear that one singular
.
.
.
.
.
thud
Breathtaking
Peering
So far far down
I want icy tundra
Weather
To
Make me shiver
The snow silently falling
Snowflakes dance on
my fingertips
as they
kiss my
eye lashes
So soft you
Can hear me
Whisper?
I want to slide along in my sled
While
Dog teams
Exhale into the night
In the beautiful
Twilight
I think of you
When
We pass under
The northern lights
I want to love you for the rest of my life
Which
Would be my greatest adventure
Into
The unknown
With
only
our hearts as guides
apprehensively so
But bringing
Me my life’s pleasure
I’ve been gone so long
Searching for something I couldn’t put my finger on
To walk through this world
hand in hand
Facing life together
Is Lifes
Secret
Treasure
There is no greater perfection than being young in Winter
to watch the snow quietly fall, to build upon itself
Like the days when I was young and Winter came
From the dark gray clouds, white flat ornaments fell
We would recklessly run
trying to catch them on our warm tongues, stumbling
falling in slow motion into the snow, laughing
doing what boys do
Our truest joy was riding sleds
There was a hill with a winding path,
from top to bottom
After Christmas, every boy would drag their family's tree
to the hilltop and toss it onto a bonfire
that sometimes got out of control
doing what boys do, laughing
We would race our sleds, some old, some new
and would try to stay on the narrow path
winding down the hill, between tall naked trees
doing what boys do
It would hurt if you hit one
and if new you didn't want to drag it home...to dad
At the bottom, the path forked
the path to the left would dip and rise
lifting you on to a frozen road
where you sled would glide for hundreds of yards
If you were brave you would take the fork to the right
where you had a steep drop that increased your speed
taking you to a ledge eight feet above a creek
Sometimes it was frozen, sometimes not
and if you couldn't stop your sled
you would fly over into the creek
if that happened all the boys would rush down
peer over the cliff and if we saw signs of life
we would laugh
doing what boys do
When Winter came and the snow fell
When we were young and wanted to laugh
doing what boys do...playing
11/17/17
contest My Winter