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Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Santa is having quite a night,
His GPS has lost satellite,
While Mrs. Claus tracks him on her app,
Sending texts like "Update your map!"

Mrs. Claus also monitors his fitness stats,
No more cookies and that is that!
Just carrot smoothies and protein shakes,
For all those brief rooftop breaks.

Through modern chimneys, sleek and slim,
Santa barely fits his jolly girth within,
Quietly squeezing through with care,
And tiptoeing softly on the stairs!

Past security systems he must creep,
Around motion sensors, he must sneak,
While surveillance cameras try to track his path,
He must outsmart home securities wrath!

The pets he meets are tech-savvy too,
With GPS collars, bright and new,
But Santa's got some tricks to share:
Premium treats and toys to spare!

Now Santa must be very quiet,
To avoid causing a townwide riot,
With no more "** ** **'s” when in flight,
Instead, he whispers
“Merry Christmas all, and to all a good night!”

©️Lizzie Bevis
Another fun Christmas Poem
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Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
The stockings were hung,
but they fell off the wall,
The tree was so crooked,
it threatened to fall.
The cookies for Santa
got burnt to a crisp,
and Grandpa was snoring
with quite a loud lisp.

The cat ate the tinsel
and their whiskers did glow,
while reindeer-shaped lights
blinked sporadic and slow.
The wrapping paper ran out
halfway through,
so presents got covered
in the old Daily News.

But Christmas still came
with its usual cheer,
despite all the chaos
and Dad's missing beard.
For love and good spirits
cannot be undone,
by festive mishaps
and misguided fun.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Aimée Dec 2024
One more day is left to go,
Until you hear the oohs and ohs,
The Christmas lights illuminate the town,
There should be smiles instead of frowns,
A robins perched upon a branch,
In through the window,
It takes a glance,
It sees the room is dazzling and festive,
And everyone wakes up to go down for breakfast.
The sleepy heads come down the hall,
And there's the tree still standing tall,
Presents are ripped open,
Paper flung in the air,
Then going to church to say their prayers.
They come back home to have their dinner,
Crackers pulled, behold a winner!
The paper crowns placed on their heads,
They talk and laugh and eat, then fed.
Carolers calling to the door,
Each page is turned they sing more and more,
Sit down again and have dessert,
The 25th is Jesus's birth.
Movies watched and stories shared,
Pictures taken and memories that can't be tared,
Snow falls down and the fire is bright,
It gets quite cold and turns to night,
People kiss under the mistletoe,
Kids running to rooms to and fro.
This occasion is done by a collective,
Coming from a Robin's perspective.
HTR Stevens Dec 2021
Merry Christmas and all that
Do put on your tinsel hat
Humour does not go amiss
To one and all blow a kiss.

Rules are for some - not for all
Well! this is quite a close call
Remember to doff your hat
Aye, the Queen can greet the cat.

Twinkling stars and fairytale
Flying carpets never fail
From all our eyes drop the scales
Re-mix and spare the details.

Living in a "Wonderland":
My eyes can feel grit and sand
Like floating in outerspace
With a mask across my face.

Earth has had a thorough shake
The world is due a re-make
We'll see what lands on the top
For success, failure or flop.
NTK Dec 2021
Silence, the ship's sails have halted
The sea whales have ceased
Singing their lamentations, as the beach shore sanguines a murky horizon

Red fades to black, as shimmers of wavering hope speckle a once pure....Once, pure hellscape carved by tainted talons
Blood drips from the heavens, tears mix into a toxic vile
The mirror's ink lighter upon my trace,as the siren's wails sound increasingly feint, feinter
Now whispers reverberating in the Guilded chambers of my rotting shame and guilt
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MuseumofMax Dec 2021
‘Oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree’

Your lights shine too bright
My eyes
Are sensitive
And so are my ears

Loud voices and bustling shoppers
Make me anxious
Whatever happened to whoville?

I don’t need presents or money
I’m happy with those I love around me

Sometimes I wonder if they feel the same
Or has the holiday season
Driven them insane?
AP Vrdoljak Feb 2021
At first it made me happy
But now it makes me feel ashamed
My Christmas tree in February
Blue and green
Side by side
glittered in the dark
Achromatic leaves on the trees
Golden yellows
Glowed in the back
Festive lights glow through the night
Colours never fail
In their journey of spreading light
Inspired by the decorations on the streets
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