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Matt Walls Dec 2017
Oh Christmas comes but once a year
Waistlines swell with good food and beer
Mince pies, chocolates, nibbles and nuts
Watch vintage TV, with no 'ifs' and no 'buts'

Wrapping paper deal, 2  rolls for a pound
Sneaky wrapping later, shhh, don't make a sound
Christmas tree needed you know what to do
Get a last minute deal down at Rhyl B & Q

Got the presents sorted, a job that so hard
That sinking feeling from a last minute card
A phone call and text is never too much
A welcome long chat just to keep in touch

Christmas day approaching are all the jobs done?
Eat drink and be merry is the way it should run
But often a snooze can be the best part
That can end with a grunt, a snore or a ****.

Turkey all gone but there are sandwiches still
Three helpings of trifle can make you quite ill
Then cheese and fine biscuits with coffee and cake
Might slow you right down on the After Eights

So off to the sofa  where you sit if you dare
Waistbands all loosened on the reclining chair
A tea or a beer shows who's still in the race
While a quick 40 winks puts a smile on your face

Well there it was done and soon off to bed
You sleep like a log having been so well fed
In the night you are gasping you must have a drink
You make it to the bathroom and drink from the sink

The next day is hellish, there are wrappers gallore
With crisps, cheese and crackers ground into the floor
Red wine in glasses fermenting and mulled
You turn and retreat with your senses quite dulled

So no breakfast needed just a whole lot of quiet
After indulging on what was a plain liquid diet
A quick clean around is a job for us males
As your partner heads out for the Boxing day sales!
the reflective glass
shattered as arrogance
looked on its self

of perception good
in seeing what presents there
vanity is smashed
Somber sweet
            December breeze
    Sift unto
                           My skin
      with ease.

                                   Bring the crystal crunch
                                               of white
                                          Lift each spirit
                                         With your might

Freeze in place the lines we'll make
as frosty folks
elate

Adorn smiles with your taste
As sweet delights do get ate

Amid that wintry starlit awe
Orion ensures the end of fall
Pleiades glistens oh so gently
A sight so merry, it fills my reverie!

Whisper to the chilling cold,
That stubborn air, so proudly bold:
        "Bring them flakes and hopeful wake"
                                                                              
                                                    So it may snow
                                                                                           So it may hold.
m i a Jan 2016
his kisses
were like
little gifts
that i oh
so very
much enjoyed
recieving.
<3
Gracie Knoll Dec 2015
Christmas means many things
When I think of Christmas I think of light
The great star that lit up all the night

The candles that shed their warm glow over the face of our Lord
And the greatest light who came to earth for love's great fight

And when I think of Christmas I think of pretty things
I think of tinsel and of wreathes and Christmas decorations

I think of all the lighted windows
and all the scarlet berries hidden in the snow

And when I think of Christmas I think of warming hearths
I think of many things along many of thoughts paths

But most of all the miracle that made the cold depart
Because of Jesus Christ, Christmas thaws the heart
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
I want to first thank all my
supporters and readership.
I will read as soon as
I have the time and I can
give your work the attention it deserves.

I've been overwhelmed.
I have to make my presents this
Christmas. But I found out I'm in
excellent company...

FROM APPALACHIA WITH LOVE

Gra'ma Annie had a mission
to help children in need
she lives up in the hills
where they grow their food from seed.

They have no running water
no facilities indoors
still heat and cook with wood
don't buy much from stores
there are folk so destitute
they still have dirt floors.

Li'l Annie was a scrapper
90 pounds if soaking wet.
But her heart is just enormous
as big as one can get!

She found out 'bout a drive
for children overseas
in Africa and Asia
Haiti and the Belize

How the people in those countries
had no presents for to give
their children at Christmas
they could barely live!

She contacted the charity
and said she'd send some toys
as many as possible
to the poor girls and boys.

Annie had no phone
so she walked far and wide
and asked all the hillfolk
throughout the countryside
to whittle and to paint
toys in which to pride!

Those people got together
and carved ponies and dolls
that had joints that moved
and real hair that falls!

They whittled and sanded
painted with rainbow hues
and when they had delivered them
it made world news!

The children overseas
who got them still recall
they kept their homemade presents...

THEIR FAVORITES OF ALL!


MY FATHER "NEVER HAD A CHRISTMAS"*

My father was a child
in a place called Isle la Monte
winter's are quite brutal
in that part of Vermont.

His family were farmers
they lived off the land
they had gardens and stored their food
they worked hard with their hands

They had to really struggle
to make the frayed ends meet
dad walked 14 miles total
through the snow and sleet
to get to his schoolhouse
sometimes with frozen feet

Every year at Christmas time
his mom would be in tears
she would never say much
but stated that she feared

there would be no Christmas
no presents and no tree
it was always the same.
Grandpa would agree.
So the children went to bed
every Christmas eve.

But they weren't sad
because they always knew
that Santa was coming
and so they weren't blue.

Sure 'nuf in the morning
they'd tumble out of bed
and in the once-bare corner
there was a *tree instead!


There were many presents
most carved and painted things
grandma got the practical stuff
no perfume or rings.

But the Christmas meal was cooking
and all through the home
the smell... that sumptuous dinner...

well. That's another poem...!

But before the feast was eaten
grandfather said Grace
and thanked the blessed Lord
and ALWAYS SOUGHT HIS FACE.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) 12/23/2015


MERRY CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY!!!

I still have presents to make...
see you SOON!


~~~<☆>~~~
Both of these stories are TRUE.


~~~<☆>~~~
Elizabeth Hynes Dec 2015
Mulled wine is fine to rhyme
Gingerbread lattes are not.

Custom t-shirts are coming through the mail
But look faintly ridiculous that n females

Wrapping paper and cards
Soft flakes of charred
Candle wicks
Flick
Er.

Ministers minister
Naughtiness is sinister

Tree s go up and needles go down
The outside comes in the chimney

Merriment, capitalisms
Food banks, homeless kitchens

The brave are all swimming in the sea.
Not for me
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