Christmas comes calling each year around,
Ringing in joy and celebrations profound
A message of sharing wrapped in delight.
Culminating the year in hopes soft light.
What does Christmas mean to me,
Opens a floodgate of memories.
The snowy beard, the bright red hat,
A jolly belly — imagine that!
From distant lands with mystic aura,
Santa arrives — every child’s euphoria.
Candied fruits,
Orange and cinnamon induced,
Plum cakes so rich,
Ginger and nutmeg enriched.
Pine, fir or spruce,
A woody aroma to boost,
Poinsettias add colour and glam,
Enhancing old terraces charm.
Wreaths and mistletoe on show,
Reindeer and Santa in tow.
Christmas stockings, filled and hung with care,
Unwrapping gifts, joy fills the air.
Candy canes and twinkling lights,
Together they usher in delight.
A time to care, a time to share,
To breathe to life each Christmas prayer.
To pen new tales of love and kindness,
And light the world through winter’s brightness.
Please rate 1-10
(1 Santa would be proud or
10 A coal in your stocking!)
A white Christmas in Chicagee don't make no sense
Bout time we skeedaddle, let good times commence
So where to go, my darlin' Maggie and me
As we swig down our egg nog and pack our tree?
The lil' miss and I'll be spendin' this Christmas
Way down yonder on the Panama Isthmus
There's a honky-tonk there on the ol' canal
Tequilla will be flowin' for me and my gal
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know, with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants to eat somewhere nice.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a friend
And send, something I can spend.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants some jewelry with ice.
Every time you hold out your hand,
I give a contribution for my fellow man.
Every time you ring your bell,
I put a few dollars in your silver pail.
Yo! Santa Buddy, your biggest admirer is me,
But see, my pocket's empty.
Santa Buddy - my lady is so way overpriced!
He was a gentle giant - towering
Bigger than the notorious Claus
His jolly and joy were never overpowering
His gift was a reminder of grandma’s
He represented Santa - his love the cause
Who shall
deck the hall
With Santa's
favourite pall?
When he shows
with his shoulder store
Ours, he shall bless
from his finest stall.
Who shall tell
the king's course
That 'Ologbojo'
is not a Santa Claus?
The Roman sort
we crave for
Not 'Adio' in
the spirit form.
Do the games you play exist?
Do your fantasies exist?
Is Star Trek real?
Is your dream of a new home real?
Dreams are all that little children have
Why take them away?
Yes, Santa Clause is real!
(I just had the worse experience of my lifetime, last night a mother who is a friend of mine told her little boy on Christmas Eve there was no Santa Clause which is up to her not me. I was outside and he came up to me and ask me if Santa was real, I really didn’t know what to say the only thing I could think of saying is: He lives in your heart and he smiled, why do people take dreams away form little children who have fantasies and dreams?)
If Santa Clause isn't real then stop putting up Christmas Trees and getting the little ones hopes up!
After their work at the North Pole was done,
Santa Claus and Frosty wanted some fun.
Off to downtown they did go
to take in a Disney Show.
Santa called out the reindeer one by one.
Candy, popcorn, and drinks they did partake.
At intermission - need for bathroom break.
Santa gave a squeal of fright;
he screamed a warning that night
where Frosty hands were now only a flake.
11/30/2018
10 10 7 7 10 , 10 10 7 7 10 syllable count
YOU ARE MY SERENADE
What good do sunny days do
If they're not sunny for you?
What good does summer rain do,
If it's not raining for you.
What goods my heartbeat,
If it's not beating for you?
What good could butterflies be
If they're not flitty, for you?
What good would poetry be
If it's not written for you?
What good's my heartbeat
If it's not beating for you?
What good's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
I'd do anything,
I would sing all night for you.
You are my serenade.
I look at you
And I know dreams can come true.
You are my serenade.
What good could Autumn leaves be
If they're not falling for you?
What good could Santa Claus be
If he don't leave me for you?
What good's my heartbeat
If it's not beating for you?
What good's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
Wjat gppd's my love song
If I don't sing it to you?
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
?Trump Table
So are we able?
Try and reverse Trump table;
Not find a fable.
What does annoy
Another Trump deploy
Who will enjoy?
Grasp at many straws
And we took another pause
Is Trump Santa Clause?
Think about it.
Jim Horn
There once was a man with a long white beard
and people looked at him as though he were weird
He wore a big red suit all around town
but was happy and gay for no one could bring him down.
He traveled all across the sea worldwide
with his faithful sidekick Rudolph by his side
His goal for the day was to stock up lots of toys
and deliver them to all the good little girls and boys
With his red suit and sleigh and reindeer
he started out into the night without any fear
Through the rain, sleet, snow and hail
He'd reach his destination without fail
He'd flop down each chimney with grace
and imagine the beautiful smiles on each kids face
when they woke up and saw their surprise
the thought of it bought tears to his eyes
As He dashed off in and out of each house without a pause
his name you ask me? well of course it's Santa clause.
they wait stay up late
there love not fake
ito them its heavnly
to put kids gift under the tree
so don't make them mad
SANTA CLAUSE
is
MOM AND DAD
On Cristmas Eve, comes Santa Clause,
stuffing tons of cookies in his jaws.
It's no wonder he's Jolly and fat;
I would be too, if I ate like that.
Does Santa Clause live at?
Does Santa live at the north pole
Or does he live at Walmart?
I see him in the parade and then I see him at Kmart.
I go to the fire hall he is there with the fire dog.
I meet him on the streets handing out candy canes.
Then I go to Walmart there he his sitting on a chair with a friend that my picture.
I see him in the toy lane looking at all the toys that are fun.
I see him at the dinner area eating a sub from subway.
I want to know where he sleeps if he lives at Walmart.
we do the drit
we where the red shirt
we day work not play
i will say
for this cause
PEOPL OR
'STANTA CLAUSE
That Santa Clause with his Big Belly
He only laughing at all ah we,
With all his HO HO HO
As if I don't know,
That all the stores want is we money.
He thinks it's a joke, I tell you so
Him and his Wife and Elves do know,
And the more He deceive
Is the more we believe,
And Business men raking in the dough.
So Santa you better take a break
I don't have a job, for goodness sake,
So no milk and cookies
They will give cavities,
This Christmas Eve we're staying awake.
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