Echoes of yesterday
Where do they end?
Upon the elf on the shelf

Santa has passed
Forsaken my abode
The inner being of my soul

He is the sole provider
My decider
Triumphant tyrant of woe

Must he be my foe?
Glowing with reassurance
Of the personification of hate

I'm a good boy
How about a treat?
It has to be just for me

To eat
Forcibly scarf down
My bitter hole

Santa will want
Me to rake
His' yard

But I will refuse
The suddenly offered abuse
From a passing sore of lore

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!

I release a frosty sigh..steam rushes through my lungs..
As I witness the Christmas massacre..
Blood-stained snow..melting snow-men..
The silent carols of the dead tremble my entity..
Bodies stench of cinnamon..chocolate and snow..
Dying flames in the fireplace..burning Christmas trees..
The frozen night wind blows on my face..
Slaping me back to reality..

To my terror..I see you..among the carcasses..
Bathed in moonlight..
White as ever..cold as ever..my melting snowflake..
I remember our stolen lisses under the mistletoe..
How my icy fingertips turn to heat at your touch..
And I try to find sorrow in my heart..
But you would not feel bitter sadness..
If you never tasted the sweetness of joy..

I suddenly see a fat figure.. Wielding an axe..dressed in crimson red..
Surrounded with reindeer ghosts..feeding blood to his axe..
The damp darkness of the night shines his white beard..
So I run..as hard as my legs allow..
Leaving my snowflake behind..
Cold freezes my joints..devours my bones with its killing pain..
And I see a glimpse of a star..the day Christ was born..
I pray to God..to give me back my snowflake..
To bring back the flame to the broken fireplace..
Nothing answers..exept for the howling wind of December..
Gasping for air..I slip on the icy edge of the church floor..
Inside I see the joyful carols of Christmas..
Turn to screaming..blood..tears and snow..
I see the fat shadow approaching me..raising his blood-thirsty axe..
His beard smeared in the blood of my snowflake..
Tears turn to crystal in my sockets..
Heaven's light shines above..
Jingle bells..Jingle bells..
Screaming: ** ** **!
I died on a Christmas..with sticky blood-stained snow..

Brighter than Rudolph's red nose,
My nose, like a traffic light glows.
Santa could hire me you know,
As his coach man I'd love to go !!
Traffic stops when I cross,
Puzzled police are at a loss.
"Oh, those signals", they say at last,
By then I'm gone real fast !!

Winter haunteth the place I live,
Not a ghost. (Ghostbusters do forgive)
Tissues like snow, dot the floor,
What's in them, I don't adore.
If only this was Charlie's Chocolate factory,
Where snow resembled sugary gallantry !!
Maybe Santa loved Winter no more,
Instead it entered through my front door.

Homeless Winter, thou gifted me cold,
And cold, a runny nose.
I'm grateful, for I am bold,
And gifteth Winter, poetry and prose !!!

I believe baubles have way too much glitter,
That another new year won't make it all better.

I believe turkey tastes bland without stuffing,
That my secret santa was better than nothing.

That rich Christmas pud needs plenty of cream,
That thin paper hats are as cheap as they seem.

I believe parties can get out of hand,
That still silent nights need to be planned.

I believe Christmas can bring people down,
That relentless fake smiles hide many a frown.

That without the real Jesus it's a real waste of time,
That if He was here He'd call it a crime:

The way we ignore those under our feet,
The times we brush past the poor on the street.

Jesus just cries to see our behaviour,
So far from the path He set as our Saviour.

So this Christmas ask Jesus to soften your heart
He'll give you forgiveness and bring a fresh start.

You can live with new hope and sing with new meaning,
Dont waste any more time with any more dreaming.

Happy Christmas to all and to all my best wishes,
May your Christmas be more than merry wet kisses.

May the Christ of this Christmas visit this year
And give you good reason to be of good cheer.