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From branches and hills,
where a sled felt at home
To dash through the snow,
neath an evergreen roam
With boots shiny wet,
wearing scarves. flannel hats
We waved hi to Winter,
and found that was that
A snowman indeed,
was rolled in the yard
Two eyes and a carrot,
no, nothing too hard
The creek frozen solid,
I dare you stand
It's banks like a pillow,
of prints made by hand
On streets filled with treads,
so slow the cars drove
A lake iced for skating,
deep down in the grove
A cup of hot chocolate
and fingers entwined,
A kiss on the cheek,
what we waited to find
When family and friends,
would come visit the house
With everyone stirring,
yes even a mouse
Where hopes of good tidings,
and carols were sung
By the old and the tired,
the happy and young
Those times when remembered,
I now find a tear
So long in the past,
but the same time of year
For now I find winter,
much colder outside
With dreams filled of springtime,
if I must confide
But fun always follows,
these winter path ways
To share with another,
remember those days
When love was the sweater,
to each frigid storm
The perfect wrapped present,
that kept us all warm
White Christmas takes me immediately back to my grandparent's
Christmas tree with the magical bubble lights, and the fat and
sassy ornaments.
I smell oyster stew, and see my uncles sneaking outside,
but neither concerns me.
No one is watching the children or the dessert table,
where my siblings and my cousin and I are eating one
homemade candy after another - divinity, fudge, and peanut brittle.
My mother is sitting with the other aunts, listening to Aunt M,
my largest aunt, who hands them each a Christmas letter that
says her six children have all won the Bronze in a winter Olympic,
and they are the top of all the classes in the world.
There are gifts under the tree, and we are pushing each other
into them, to try and see if we can break some open so we can
have a little preview of what is to come. No one is watching.
There are too many of us crowded in here.
Grandpa is sitting in a the parlor, a little tiny room,
off to the side, watching the radio, as it plays Christmas carols.
We never know where Grandma will turn up. She is running around
the world's smallest house the entire time we are here, dropping hugs,
and kisses, giving us gentle looks, rolling her eyes and such.
I get here too late to care if there is any snow until my older
cousin coaxes me outside and I see the glistening whiteness.
Is it too dark to take one sled ride down the hill? Pretty soon, all six of the oldest cousins are out there, without enough clothes, getting frostbitten toes, and loving every single second of it.
I look into the sky and see God up there, and Jesus, and know they orchestrated this once again. I never realized when I grew up how much I would miss this, but of course, I do.
Dedicated to my brother:
He was an athlete all his life
Soccer many years, marathons, triathlon
Always an active , healthy person
He is the last person you would expect to get ALS
ALS is a disease that steals mobility, speech, breathing
It neurologically harm's the limbs and bodily function
It breaks my heart to see this and know it all
Life can be so unfair, as we all know
But, I am committed with strength for him
I have many things to give and share
Prayers for him are ongoing
He is strong and and so positive too
He does not complain, as he moves forward
Even as ALS strips away everything he could do
He is a brilliant electrical engineer
I remember as a child, him pulling me on the sled
Helping me and teaching me things
Lending me his car, helping me in a risky situation and more
We played games together often and chess helps him now
Every positive thing makes a difference
He knows I am here and he knows how much I care
Even with life long family conflict, he gave me the most
I am forever grateful for that and it proves resilience
As children we traded a penny and said to pay it back at age 18
Then we said it would be paid back at age 81; never forgotten
We are both in our 60's now, both athletes, both with health issues
Things in life may not make any sense;
But, forgiveness, gratitude and love do
Darkness is diminished by light to view
Little gestures matter and in the silence...everything is seen
Heidi Sands
8/8/26
(C)opyright
Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas!
Elves of the hinterland engrossed with plenty work in hand
Of decorating the snowy world into a Winter fairy land
For season of celebration, Merry Christmas is here
Carols,Cakes and Cookies goes on till New Year
Covering miles of distance on Reindeer driven Sled
Santa Claus with his silvery beard in suit velvety red
The ringing of the sleigh bells heard when children go to bed
To each of them through chimneys drops he silently gifts and toys
Next morning as they unwrap them, with happiness they rejoice
Frosty the Snowman smilingly stands with button nose and corncob pipe
Kids are on their searching spree for his silk hat with golden stripe
Trimming X-mas tree with family , hanging shiny stars ,myriad lamps
Jingle bells enjoyment with friends , bonfires and friendly camps
Ho Ho Ho Christmas season is here, let peace and blessings on us shower
Festive spirit spray the aroma of frankincense and scented flower !
24th December 2016
~For Eve Roper's Ho ho ho Contest~
Merry Christmas and a very happy New year all my dear Soup Friends!!!
II.
Through long hills and dense forest,
Slocumb’s dogs pulled the sleigh.
Faint traces of Red Billing’s trail
guided Dan along the way.
He found the frozen Indian,
torn apart by many scavengers.
He said then a silent prayer,
since he couldn’t bury him in frozen dirt.
Another day of searching long,
and by a stream he found, at last,
a small gap in a long ridge,
he stood before the small pass.
It was a very narrow route,
quite easy for a man to miss,
shrouded by a forest of spruce
and the weight of clinging mists.
He worked through the route slowly,
moving the dogs around boulders.
Into a long and narrow valley,
Dan and his huskies soldiered.
The valley seemed like any other,
as he moved slowly through the glades,
with only the sound of the runners
breaking the silence in any way.
He came into a meadowed spot,
on the south side of a ledge.
One hundred feet it fell away,
to a churning river that leapt its bed.
As he looked down a cracking sound
arose from the woods' far side.
Then a piercing wail erupted loud,
echoing both far and wide.
A massive red-brown head emerged,
then a body impossible large!
Huge tusks spiraled towards him,
and the great beast launched a charge.
Dan froze in place, not believing
that an elephant could live in snow.
No wait—a mammoth! That was what
stood faced before him as a foe.
Dan grabbed his trusty Winchester
and dove away from the sled.
The mammoth speared it swiftly,
and both the dogs and sled lifted.
With a toss of its huge head,
dogs and sled flew off the ledge.
Enraged, Dan let go with him gun,
seven rounds in the beast’s head.
But then to his great horror,
the mammoth turned to him.
Bloodied, but not badly hurt,
with a trumpet, it came charging…
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
As we slept, in the depths of winter
in the dead of the night,
cold temperatures and icy wind
moved in with howling sounds.
Piling up snow drifts over the ground,
we wake up at dawn to a magically gifted playground
of a sparkling crystalline carpet of snow.
Taking away the sun's warm glow
silver icicles hung bonded to the peaked
shingle roofs as dripping water froze.
Dressing warmly, running outside to play
delicate feathery ice flakes,
dusting our faces, making our cheeks rosy red.
Snow spades are dug out of the shed
to clear driveways and sidewalks.
Pushing and shoveling,
spreading the snow aside.
Chattering teeth, tingling fingertips,
feeling the bite of cold—
it is time to go in.
The warm fireplace draws us near its charm.
Around its cozy, gold ember crackling fire,
away from the cold
It's a welcoming bathing warmth of comfort.
Snow is calling,
"Come and chase my snowflakes around,
or turn me into a snowman,
or ride that thrill on the sled down the snowy hill."
We bundle up and run outside to have some fun.
Even snow angels join in the fun.
We would love to be out all day,
but the sun is running out.
Time to put aside the chores and fun.
Our spirits need to slumber.
To do it all again tomorrow.
12/1/2016
Winter is here, the air is cold,
The snow starts to fall on the ground,
Tales of old are often retold,
While friends and family gather round,
No better warmth can be found.
The wind starts to howl in the night,
The trees are all bare and gray,
But the snow makes the world seem bright,
As children run outside to play,
To make snowmen and sled all day.
The fireplace crackles with heat,
With blankets to keep us so snug,
Hot chocolate, a wondrous treat,
While warming a favorite mug,
Wrapped up like a tight little bug.
The birds fly south for the season,
That is where the weather is warm,
Following nature’s good reason,
To fly out of the winter storm,
And keep us safe from any harm.
Let’s enjoy the snow and the ice,
The season of magic and cheer,
Winter is truthfully so nice,
The best time of all, for the year,
With Christmas and loved ones so near.
*Just having fun with a re-post of a poem....because Fall is arriving and the holidays are coming :)
Twas The Night Before Christmas
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Twas the night before Christmas, an icy storm came about
Santa was landing, when there was a loud shout
He toppled out of the sleigh and hit his head
Then, “Happy Thanksgiving” could be heard from him instead!
Then, Santa dreamt Turkey were pulling his sled!
And that hunters were shooting at the leader turkey Ted!
Instead of “Ho, Ho, Ho”, “No! No! No! , could be heard!
Christmas was derailed with every single word
Thank God for Rudolph with his nose so very bright
Led Santa to the doctor on this wild stormy night
The doctor treated him with care so fast
Santa took off quickly with his head in a cast
But, little Johnny had not gone to sleep
He stood looking out his window without making a peep
When suddenly, he let out a curdling scream!
His parents thought he had another bad dream
“A ghost, a ghost” he yelled, pointing outside!
His parents rushed to look, “Oh my”, they replied!
Unrecognizable Santa, in his big head cast,
Was speeding by in the dark very fast
When suddenly, the cast came flying off on a tree
Then they could see, “It’s Santa”, they yelled with glee!
Thankfully, Santa was completely alright
The cast was just protection from another fall that night
Everything turned out as it was meant to be
Now, the cast is an ornament on that tree
Heidi Sands
11/25/18
*Placed 2nd in The Night Before Poetry Contest.
She was peeking at me from the tree but I saw her not.
So bedazzled was I by the bubble lights which I sought.
My grandma watched as I made my way around the tree.
She loved seeing me trying to see all that I could see.
What is your favorite thing? She finally asked me.
This angel I said, no, this fire truck, no this sled maybe.
Tinsel, stars, baubles and bows of every shape and kind.
I would put down one thing after another, saying never mind.
Because in truth I could not choose one thing; it was the whole.
My moves around the tree were made luxuriously slow.
I truthfully wanted to see everything, all that I could see.
Grandma was thrilled when I finally saw the fairy doll peeking at me.
Old Christmas Poem Poetry Contest-Sponsored by: Constance La France
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"it is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air"-W.T.Ellis
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when santa comes down under-
he would leave behind snow and thunder.
he would cross scenic beaches of golden sand-
instead of crossing an ice and snow covered land.
he`ll would fly over dirt river beds dry-
while constantly swatting away a buzzing fly.
he`ll swap the roaring fire for an air-cooled fan-
and his white skin would become a golden tan.
would he swap his fur lined coat and boots-
for a t-shirt, shorts and thong suit.
would he exchange his sled for a holden ute-
and instead of saying ho-ho-ho would he say real beaut.
would he swap the reindeers for kangaroos-
and play christmas carols on didgeridoos.
would he exchange milk and cookies for beer-
if so, the next day his head wouldnt be so clear.
would he frolic under the warming sun-
or would it be all business, and not one bit of fun.
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interpretations for the aussie words:
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beaut-Aussie slang for beautiful
thong-Aussie word for flip flops
holden-Australian make of car [very popular in Australia]