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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!
Continued from Part 1....
I ran downstairs to catch a glimpse of his face,
Just as he came down, out of the fireplace,
He was cloaked in red with a fur trimmed suit,
And covered in soot from his hat to his boot,
A large sack full of presents he carried along,
He opened it up as he hummed a Christmas song,
With much merriment his blue eyes twinkled,
His face was joyful, and yet somewhat wrinkled,
His cheeks were blushed like the berries in holly,
His snow white beard was long and quite jolly,
From his pipe came out a great puff of smoke,
He began his work and not a word he spoke,
Santa Claus was tall, with a belly quite round,
And his laughter was a most glorious sound,
I looked on with glee as a smile crossed my face,
When he approached and gave me a warm embrace,
Then, Santa placed several gifts beneath our tree,
Something for the children, and Father, and me,
He filled the stockings with sugarplums and a toy,
Which I know will delight my little girl and boy,
The midnight hour on the mantel clock chimed,
He turned, then back up the chimney he climbed,
With a whistle he signaled for his reindeer to go,
And away they flew with a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!",
Before disappearing Santa exclaimed from his sleigh,
"To all a good night and a Happy Christmas Day!".
This was going to be an entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Santa Claus" contest.
Unfortunately, it was too long to fit all into one poem. So, I am posting it as two parts.
Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy
But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries
Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries
Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense
Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff
October 23, 2018
The Gift
Some people say Christmas in this present day
Wanders lost
In ads and tinsel carelessly strung
Upon an artificial bough;
Some people say the Christmas spirit
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked by glittering ads
For diamond rings and robot toys;
Some say our plastic money cards
Bring shame to one, who, born so poor,
Wore no fancy clothes
Or even slept in a cradle of his own
While a Christian world forgets
The simple song of angel praise
In hustle crowds who only hum
Atonal harmony of green cash tunes;
Some people say that Christ remains absent
From our Christmas celebrations
So lost we get in buying –
So drunk we get with wine;
Yet, I see his star rise up again
In children’s faith, eyes aglow in wonder
Reflecting back into the darkest night
The miracle of the Christmas story;
I watch a callous world
Retell the story
Then remember little acts of kindness
From a neighbor, or a friend,
In homemade thank you cards
Of cookies, cakes or ornaments;
The holiday air overflows with scents of sugarplums -
Pungent cloves, nutmeg sweet
And aromatic cinnamon -
A gift of time given to baking memories
In sweet spice for children
As music fills the world again,
Carols dancing in our hearts,
“Joy to the world!” we hear them say,
“Joy to the world! The Lord has come!”
Each year I watch the world turn out
To stretch a loving hand of help
To strangers shivering in the cold
And to those living alone -
To ones with rags for clothes
And families who face each day
Empty cupboard shelves –
Whose children would be strangers
To the joy of Christmas morn
If not for hearts and hands
Of women and of men
Who bring the Magi’s gifts to poverty again;
I see this cynical world
So closely guard the spirit of this time
A world of Santa Claus’ asks no gratitude
For countless days of aching feet
And traffic jams –
Their love returns a hundredfold
In smiles and gasps of childlike glee
To nestle beneath boughs of green
When morning light opens up the givers joy
Spreading across a silent world
A message sprung from hope,
Born with a baby boy.
12/9/19
I think pink is a colour for the young,
It's also the colour of our tongue and lips,
And if we are
caucasian, even our hips.
Sugarplums, babies bums, shell-like ears are pink,
Some jewellery I think too,
Pearls, Beads and bangles, to mention just a few.
Pink champagne all froth and bubble,
Don't forget the pink flamingo,
Falling in love and all that trouble,
Of trying to hide that pink rosy glow,
Confectionery like candy floss,
That you can purchase at a fair,
Many other lollies are pink,
I'm sure you've had your share.
I can't think of any animal that is a shade of pink,
Except for the elephants,
One sees if they have had too much to drink!
Oh, what is the matter with me,
I gave my brain a jig.
Then I remembered, of course, the pig!
You can buy pink stationery,
Pink toilet rolls as well.
If you are young and in the pink,
Pink anything shops sell.
Pink bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchen
Curtains and manchester galore,
Light fittings for walls and ceilings,
Carpet and tiles for the floor.
Pink balloons and festoons,
Banners and garlands and bunting,
Although a fox-hunters coat is red,
It's called pink when he goes hunting.
I'm feeling quite nauseous with this colour,
Although it was my favourite, many moons ago.
When I was young and in the pink,
All the young girls thought it so.
The Gift of Christmas
Some people say Christmas in this present time
Wanders lost
Through flashing ads and tinsel carelessly strung
On an artificial bough.
Some people say the Spirit of Christmas
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked by glittering commercials
For diamond rings and robot toys.
Some say our plastic credit cards
Bring shame to one, who, born so poor,
Wore no fancy clothes
Or even slept in a cradle of his own.
Some say a Christian world forgets
The simple song of angel praise and shepherd lambs
In hustle crowds who only hum
Atonal harmony in green cash jingles
Some people say that Christ remains absent
From our Christmas celebrations
So lost we get in buying –
So drunk we get with wine.
Yet, I see his star rise up again
In children’s faith, eyes aglow with awe,
Reflecting wonder back into the darkest night
The miracle of the Christmas story.
I watch a callous world
Retell Nativity
Then remember little acts of kindness
From a neighbor, or a friend,
In homemade thank you cards
Of cookies, cakes or ornaments.
The Yuletide air overflows with scents of sugarplums -
Pungent cloves, nutmeg sweet
And aromatic cinnamon -
A gift of time given to baking memories
In sweet spice with children.
Music fills the world again,
To herald
Carols dancing in our hearts,
“Joy to the world!” the lyrics say,
“Joy to the world! The Lord has come!”
Each year I watch the world
Stretch out a loving hand of help
To strangers shivering in the cold,
To those who live alone -
To ones with rags for clothes
And families who face each day
Empty cupboard shelves –
Whose children would be strangers
To the joy of Christmas morn
If not for hearts and hands
Of women and of men
Who bring the Magi’s gifts to poverty again.
I see this cynical world
So closely guard the spirit of this time
A world of Santa Claus’ asks no gratitude
For countless days of aching feet
Crowded streets
And traffic jams.
Their love returns a hundredfold,
Through smiles and gasps of childlike glee,
To nestle beneath boughs of evergreen
When the dawning light opens up the givers joy
Spreading across a silent world
A message sprung from hope’s own heart
Born with a baby boy.
12-2-22
Contest: Christmas Spirit Poetry
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
'twas the night before Christmas
and with finances dead
no black number lasted -
turned Rudolph-nose red
my wallet, 'twas empty
my plastic quite maxed
my bank account zero
my credit - gone, axed!
my back like my money
was spent and inflamed
the gift-wrapping mess
put a landfill to shame
the stockings were jammed
with a slew of odd junk
tho' I don't recall WHAT
(being just short of drunk)
I'd hung them with care
'bove the fireplace, but ...
they all smelled like smoke
with the flue frozen shut
my goodwill was doomed
for the shape it was in
and my patience had left
with the last of the gin
but bless all the guests
they slept like the dead
(our sugarplums spiked
with pure Panama Red)
perhaps I could sleep now
sans nightmares and fear
left dreaming the madness ...
of Christmas ... NEXT year.
( photographic art taken from public domain files copyright-free at FreePik / Flickr )
stars pressed to see as we came over the hill
they are here one whispered.
I smiled at my twin; they know I said
The wind had predicted us years ago
we glided in softly, trying not to wake
sleeping children who needed their sugarplums
you first I told my brother
he was delighted
our fairy dust gentled into windows,
filling the children’s brains
with the happiest of thoughts
guiding their imaginations toward hopefulness
love joy and peace
interspersed as subliminal clips
were smoothly dancing into their dendrite highways
our work done we went back to heaven as quickly as we came.
'Twas the night before Christmas' ...
And with finances dead,
No black number lasted -
Turned Rudolph-nose red.
My wallet, 'twas empty,
My plastic, quite maxed,
My bank account, zero,
My credit - gone, axed!
My back, like my money,
Was spent and inflamed ...
The gift-wrapping mess
Put a landfill to shame.
The stockings were jammed
With a slew of odd junk,
Tho' I don't recall WHAT,
(Being just short of drunk).
I'd hung them with care
'Bove the fireplace, but ...
They all smelled like smoke,
With the flue frozen shut.
My goodwill was doomed
For the shape it was in,
And my patience had left
With the last of the gin.
But bless all the guests,
They slept like the dead,
(Our sugarplums spiked
With pure Panama Red).
Perhaps I could sleep now,
Sans nightmares and fear,
Left dreaming the madness ...
Of Christmas ... NEXT year.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "The Night Before 2" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Poem of the Day ~ featured at Poetry Soup on December 7, 2019 - thank you, Admins!
Warmth and passion through the air
Emanating glow
Garlands flying everywhere
Sparkling through the snow
Cherry pie and candy canes
Sugarplums in the mist
Elves are working day and night
Santa checks his list
Children's fingers sticking tightly
From the candy treats
Heat flickers through the fireplace
Carolers warm their feet
Snowmen beckon lightly
Urging snow ball fights to begin
Families make snow angels
As do cherished friends
Egg nog swirling in the cups
While we sit to rest
Christmas carols playing
Add magic to our fest
Christmas trees have spread their arms
In all majesty
Tinsel fall like tear drops
Angels sing in glee
We have found our haven
In this blessed time
Miracles await us
As Christmas is divine
For the "Christmas Story" contest Date: December 12, 2017