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Santa Claus – Simbolo ng Pasko
Sa bansang ito
Makahulugan ang Pasko
Kayrami nitong simbolo…
Makikita, mapapakinggan
Matitikman, mararamdaman
Oh anong karanasan?
Gaya ng “Santa Claus” na makikilala mo
Saanmang lugar na naniniwala dito
Isa sa mga “Simbolo ng Pasko”
Kasama ng mga elves at mga reindeers nito
Sila ay namimigay ng mga regalo
Sagisag ng pakikipagkapwa-tao –
Isa lamang ito
Sa mga simbolo
Ng makahulugan naming Pasko!
-12/14/2019
(Dumarao)
*Mga Simbolo ng Pasko
she looks so young and pure and kind sitting there
sharing her bright blue eyes and her lovely blonde hair
But what is she selling? They kind of give me pause.
I wonder if she will receive coal from Santa Claus.
She is surrounded by hideously ugly skulls of orange and white.
Did she make these grotesque things? They need to be out of sight.
She is lucky she has two months to redeem herself, I think.
She should hide these monstrosities or tear them up in the sink.
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Boots crunch on gravel,
frost-kissed mesquite by the creek~
hot cider steams up.
Lone Star lights the oilfield towns;
Santa wears a bolo tie.
Santa Claus:
wherever he goes, he gets great applause.
He puts the "merry" in "Merry Christmas"
while he joyfully goes about his business.
He’s called Santa, Fatman, at times Saint Nick
His flying reindeer are what’s truly sick!
Kids get Santa’s Naughty or Nice List drift
Kindness becomes them, for an awesome gift
Literary work
"Twas the Night Before Christmas" by Clement Clarke Moore or possibly Henry Livingston Jr.
Christmas Eve
12/24/25
Santa Claus is a lot of fun
He's full of joy and is a ton
In chimneys he gets stuck
And emerges full of muck
Smug Santa unloaded his sack
As Mrs Claus lay on her back
Hear her whoop, hear her cheer
Santa comes once a year
Cos nookie nights they sadly lack!
Upon the atheist rests the weighty task
To show all knowledge stands on mortal ground
Can nature’s uniformity unmask
Or logic’s laws in reason’s courts be found?
And absent from God, such footing seems unsure
For concepts fade, absolutes ‘came obscure
Now, Santa Claus, in a cheerful mythical fray
Will liken faith in God to flights on a sleigh
But transcendental truth is not a game
Nor matter or motion, or bound to a Yuletide frame
God’s attributes no creature may possess
Omniscience alone is God’s mindset
Thus, by what is revealed, we clearly see
Reality conforms to His decree
Santa’s lore can’t rival what is afore told
For only God holds wisdom’s keys of old
So, in this search for truth, let hearts be wise
No creature takes God’s place because God decries
A PRE-CHRISTMAS AWARENESS: SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT
(A TANKA QUATTRAIN)
Christmas, remember,
It’s not about Santa Claus:
It’s about Jesus:-
It’s not about Santa’s gifts,
But the gift of God in Jesus:-
The gift of Jesus,
Is the priceless gift of love:-
And our gifts should be likewise:
Feeding the hungry is love;
Housing the homeless is love:-
Let’s Santa Claus love,
With gifts being of life’s needs;
Not merchandising:
Let’s wrap the naked with clothes,
And bow-tie their rent money:-
Indeed, this Christmas,
Let’s celebrate Christ’s Birthday
With gifts of His love:
Giving God all the glory,
The meandering cobblestone path,
Dotted with holly, brushed with laurel blush,
Led me to an opening — silent, spellbound.
I thought Santa’s magic lived afar,
Yet here it glimmered, close and clear.
In twilight’s glow, red and green interplayed,
Gold and silver showed the way —
Candy canes, wreaths, and mistletoe,
Stars and ribbons, warm hearts aglow.
The wooden toys in stacks so neat,
The mushroom stools — in red they gleam,
Santa himself, in pomp and cheer,
Giving a tour of his workshop dear.
Christmas vibes one can soak,
Christmas aura the place radiates,
Christmas cheer makes the heart aglow,
Christmas faith one cherishes and creates.
Older sister advised, Girls like a man with money
Younger one giggled, Just be funny
I tried to be funny, but made no money
Instead I ate a lot and grew my tummy
it's a christmas rule
calories don't count eat up
santa claus says so
The sun never shines
On Santa's behind
As his sleigh only flies
Across nighttime skies
Still in the blink of an eye
The gifts do arrive
Let us all take pause
To thank Santa Claus
For year after year
He brings us good cheer
And the way to receive
Is you simply believe
“Twas the night before Christmas” four decades ago,
when my late ex-husband suited up as Santa Claus so
he could surprise our two toddlers and spice our
Christmas Eve party through the midnight hour.
It is our family tradition to celebrate Christmas on
Christmas Eve and we committed to keep it going on.
A joyous family gathering to welcome the birth
of our Lord, a family celebration filled with mirth.
On this particular night, my son was so excited to see
Santa and when scooped and twirled, he giggled with glee.
Santa carried him and I carried his little sister to our van,
got all seated and I kissed Santa that his curiosity began.
He asked me many questions, “are we going to grandpa’s now,
where is Dad, why is Santa driving our van, does Santa know how
to drive a car, where is his sleigh?” and Santa and I felt so bad
bursting in laughter, laughter he recognized and said, “Santa is Dad!”
I'm a bad boy, and it is uncanny
How I always get hit on my fanny.
If I could get my paws...
What I mean, Santa Claus -
I wish Julie Andrews for my nanny.
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