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I wish you a Merry Christmas to all
Across the long distance of many miles
From shining stars to the sparkling snowfall
I wish for you presents of many smiles
And soothing bells ringing for you to hear
Across the long distance of many miles
For joy to surround you and warmth to be near
Colorful lights to brighten what you see
And soothing bells ringing for you to hear
A sense of inspiration, filled with glee
Smooth as a sleigh ride on a peaceful night
Colorful lights to brighten what you see
I wish for you contentment with each sight
Candles to be lit with hope to ignite
Smooth as a sleigh ride on a peaceful night
Love surround you in a halo of light
I wish you a Merry Christmas to all
Candles to be lit with hope to ignite
From the shining stars, to the sparkling snowfall
Heidi Sands
12/21/19
My long wait is over, the Christmas time is here
The northern wind blows chill in thin December air
Fading glow of frosty days freezes in the icy nights
Fir trees sparkle as stars descend with their lights.
With warmth of log-fire in heart I hail the holy night
On branches of decorated tree my joy shines bright
Serene sound of sleigh bells jingles near, I can hear
It pulsates with the refrain rhythm of carol in the air.
With the sheen moon fondly gives to new snowflake
I’d illumine my love for whosoever would like to take
When the Christmas candle in my heart would burn low
I’d collect for you a piece of moon in spoonful of snow.
December 2, 2017.
He is so dapper and dashing! The ugliest dames said.
One of them on board now, as her husband was dead.
One old toad gave her the cold eye and a shove to her head.
These toads in waiting had learned at court, ‘twas how to get ahead.
The pollywogs were listening, and they began to titter.
The tadpoles being born were swimming fast in their bowl litter.
A mature frog had just swallowed a moldy fly that was bitter.
Her counterpart smirked, for she had almost grabbed up that critter.
The frog prince walked down the aisle and looked at the throng.
To select a young froglet would be lecherous and probably long.
There were hard looking women singing a preening fine song.
He stood in front of one who was not hideous and said “come along.”
The prince has chosen! The Royal Court said, with a murmur.
It was Prissy Per Persnickety Frog Puzzle from east of Bermer.
He married her quickly and rapidly whisked her away.
In a sleigh fashioned from cattails; it was his last lovely day.
Please just one story! The bunnies cried as Santa walked by.
He was trying to be sneaky, but they all met his eye.
Okay, just one, he agreed, it’s a very busy night you see.
Pretty soon more woodland creatures were at his knee.
The night before Christmas and all through the woods….
The animals were stirring, as only four legged ones could.
The violets all nestled all snug under the safety of the earth.
The snow coming down to celebrate Lord Jesus’ birth.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear?
But a sleigh led by reindeer, some up in their years.
And I in my long johns, and the wife in her nightie,
Settled down for a snuggle, that was right sweet and tidy.
The creatures smiled and laughed and gave Santa a drink.
He put a finger beside his nose and gave them a pretty wink.
I will give you more details next year, but I have to go!
He left with a hearty good-bye, and his famous merry ho-ho-ho.
Ho Ho Ho it's the jolly laugh we love and know
He He, merry elves working hard at the North Pole
Ha Ha, happiness in a world of white snow
Jolly Santa Claus
It's June and the vacation ends
Time for toys for a new Christmas season
List and wishes begin to trickle in
The elves factory is churning
Santa Claus knows all naughty and nice
Children have time to repent from vice
Flying reindeer training begins
Games for fun and games to win
Mrs Claus winks her eye
Go on Santa second helping of pie
Kids need you to be plump and jolly
Keep the image up by golly
Make sure the sleigh is prime
For in December there is no time
Magic bag toys travel in
Clean and mend keep it shining
Soon it will be blissed Christmas Eve
Santa will have presents under your Christmas tree
So children be good and stay that way
So you will have a joyful Christmas holiday
My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’ve hidden all the wrapped up boxes and all the clutters cleared
My son is on the air-o-plane he is getting VERY, very near!
Got the balsam wreathes up from Big Y and hung them on the doors
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
Go pick a pretty bulb out from the boxes on the floor
and set it out at ready for the big tree will soon appear.
Soon I’ll drive to JFK to get the MAN that big ole kid
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
If I had a bright red sleigh I’d get there fast like Santa did,
avoiding all the Yuletide traffic, why yes, I’d steer right clear.
With my red nose and a borrowed beard, red hat and all
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’d shift the pillow in my drawers and the crowd would be appalled
You’d see security winking “There’s a coo-coo over here!”
They’d let me through with no pat down, no scan of Santa’s tummy
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’d shout it to the customs guards “It’s just HIS loony Mummy!”
I need him to set up the pine tree before he disappears.
His friends have called their all waiting there is more of them than me
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
One of the few times I see that boy by time and spaces decree
I’ll call them all to gather for the trimmings of yesteryear.
Discrimination
by Michael R. Burch
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed,
was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.
I found it in sheet music, in long rows
of hologramic CDs, in sad wrecks
of long-forgotten volumes undisturbed
half-centuries by archivists, unscanned.
I read their fading numbers, frowned, perturbed—
why should such tattered artistry be banned?
I heard the sleigh bells’ jingles, vampish ads,
the supermodels’ babble, Seuss’s books
extolled in major movies, blurbs for abs ...
A few poor thinnish journals crammed in nooks
are all I’ve found this late to sell to those
who’d classify free verse "expensive prose."
Originally published by The Chariton Review
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS
Hello Santa! The last time I saw you was thirty eight years ago.
I sat on your lap, hugged and kissed you and gave it away.
Our two year old son figured out it was no Santa; but Dad.
Now, I want the real Santa to come and visit me, pretty please.
I have not been naughty lately for I have not been outdoor
dancing for the last four weeks and four weeks is too long.
I have been nice, masking, distancing and mostly hunkering down;
but, I have been going out of my head with the Corona fatigue,
especially this week that I do not have on-line classes anymore.
My children cannot give me what I want for Christmas.
So please, won’t you come, visit and give me what I want.
All I want for Christmas is a ride in your sleigh on Christmas Eve
and let Rudolph drive me to get away and escape from reality.
I’m sure you will still have plenty of time to deliver your
presents in your list so nobody would pout and cry.
Santa's Covid Christmas Poetry Carolyn Devonshire
In Christmas's glow, where dreams and joy entwine,
A tale unfolds, of Christ's birth divine.
In Bethlehem's cradle, a babe so mild,
The Savior, Messiah, the Holy Child.
Santa, my father, in folklore's embrace,
Brings gifts and wonder to each eager face.
Yet deeper, reality's truth is spun,
For love and giving, beneath the sun.
Hand in hand, a nation in delight,
Rejoicing in the Christ, the guiding light.
The togetherness, a sincere embrace,
As hearts unite, and time begins to race.
The epic tale, in pages old and true,
A metaphor for grace, a love anew.
Hyperbolic dreams in children's eyes,
As Santa's sleigh across the starry skies.
In slumber's grip, anticipation weaves,
As visions of presents, like golden sheaves.
Sincerity wrapped in ribbons tight,
A Christmas sonnet in the silent night.
Christmas lights blue and green
Jagged icicles hung frigid and mean
Waiting for gifts all wrapped with love
Placed beneath a tree topped by a dove
Crooked Christmas of love and lies
Emptiness as the snow flies
Waiting for man in red with gifts
Of cheer and love and spirit lifts
Skies grow dark lights get dim
Noise on the rooftop I think it’s him
Santa’s sleigh and eight reindeer
Bringing love and gifts and holy cheer
Children sneak around the house
To spy the big guy walk all about
Crooked Christmas of love and lies
Emptiness as the snow flies
Waiting for a man in red with gifts
Of cheer and love and spirit lifts.