I take to a boil
the creamy consistency
of christmases gone by

and hang out
the lights of
stirred recollections.

I set a table,
a feast to share,
those who won't show
outnumber the presents.

I take a place
within the play,
rehearsing the blurring
of me. I sit amongst

those who won't show.

High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no carol!

But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!

Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!

The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!

We must celebrate the birth of the Lord,
Not the gift of a toy sword.
That's Christmas's true meaning,
Not a commercial screening.
I;m sure Santa Claus would agree;
He works for God, you see.
Saint Nicholas is his real name;
May our celebration and his be the same!

Christmas is love in action.
Everytime we give or love
its Christmas

When we offer a hand
to a neighbor or friend,
or show kindness to a stranger

It means so much more,
than any present...
It makes you feel all warm inside

That warmth is passed to those you touch,
and from there it grows and spreads

like pixie dust.
Its the best time of year...
Love is the air,
the spirit of giving,
being nice and
spending time with your family & friends.

*The most precious gift you can give
or receive doesn't come from a
box beneath the Christmas tree,
it comes from within a loving heart.

Gentlemen are a dying art.

a long time ago when
    according to the tradition
the three wise men
    already quite a bit exhausted
    for following that star for such a long time
finally found the right place
and looked at the baby eying their gifts
they were relieved to have reached
    their goal & done their duty  
    and   after exchanging the usual pleasantries
they turned around and went back home

little did they know
that their subject of veneration
    would make empires fear him
    and have him crucified
that his death would only last for three days
    and he would spawn a new religion
    of communal sharing and love
    that unhinged old empires and created new ones
that in his name multitudes
    would sacrifice  suffer  die   and ****

little did they know

MERRY CHRISTMAS
Season’s Greetings, to my family
My fellow poets and all my friends
Let’s each do, one simple kindness
Before, this Festive Season ends
BOEMS BY JA 483          

I'm signing off till next year. Best wishes to you all. Hope Santa brings every one what they were  wishing for.