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Chirayu Writer Dec 2015
Hello Friends & this letter is directly From Santa Chirayu..
Today a Santa is departed from India to travel across the world & to surprise you with a wonderful gifts & to give a memories that's live yours life with full of happiness forever......
So are you guys ready to night to make it best for the time & take it worth till the next season... do u hear the sound of jinglebells ? oops he is arriving soon just wait & watch, Ha-ha.....
Sean Hunt Dec 2015
The man from the east
Had so much to say
And it stays in our minds
Until today

“It's all about them
It's not about me;
Don't believe what you hear
Don't believe what you see”

We dream through the night
We dream though the day
Under sun or moon
We see the same way

Sean Hunt
Windermere, Xmas 2015
Poetic T Dec 2015
I walked in the forest one day and
What did my eyes see. I rubbed the
Left and then the right one
And still I saw what I did see.

"What the heck,
"What the heck,
"What the heck,

I saw a owl and a reindeer kissing
Under the mistletoe they looked up
And then the beck and lips meet and
When they did they kissed underneath.

"What the heck,
"What the heck,
"What the heck,

A I saw a star on the tree singing,
I listened with the left and I
listened with the right,

"Merry Christmas,
"Merry Christmas,
"Merry Christmas,

Did this star sing, and it glowed
Upon the words it that did ring.
It sang these words till Christmas eve.

"What the heck,
"What the heck,
"What the heck,

A reindeer did land on my snow covered roof,
and what words did I my ears hear,
I looked with eyes wide open
My eyes did glance?

"**!
"**!
"**!

Then I did awaken and snow was on my
Tree I ran down the stairs,
I opened the door and
My eyes did see presents
Sitting where none were the night before
Now I said three words.

"What the heck!
"What the heck!
"What the heck!

As a smile crossed my face as
My mummy woke up, and we did open
What Santa had dropped down our chimney.
Poetic T Jul 2015
I hate the cold, I hate the snow
I hate these lights that flash and glow,
I hate mince pies they taste to sweet.

I hate the fact i gain the weight as
There is to much to eat.
I hate to diet I like the way I am.
I hate  carollers that cant even sing,

I hate the thought of happiness and joy.
I hate the fact that 50,s films are played
On Tv is it me or do they just bore.
I hate that i have no chimney.
I hate the reindeer pooing on my welcome
Mat, doesn,t santa know how to clear up
His mess instead of me.

I hate the season but the cold one the
Most I hate that Christmas isnt in the
Summer when I tan and enjoy it the most.

I hate lots of things its clear to see,
But i do love my presents that santa leaves
Wrapped under my *Christmas tree.
Nicole Bataclan Dec 2014
The Christmas lights are up
I am in the mood,
Alright.
Have they always
Twinkled like that
Or do they
Because it parallels
My own delight.

They are the same

While my eagerness
To stop,
Observe and smile
Has me burning
On the inside.
Under pressure I am
A snowball
Of anger
Outbursts
Often
Out of control

I am the same

But the difference
This year
I forgive myself
Like others
In the long stretch
In my lasting search
Of what matters

And I have you
As seed
To my everyday glee.

It is Christmas time
The lights are up
This time, I am looking up.
VENUS62 Dec 2014
Kids all over the world
Send their prayers skyward
Hoping for something
That’ll make them dance and sing

Ring the bells, ring the bells
Of merriment and joy
Santa dear, Santa dear
Bring me my little toy

Dashing through December
Over the world he flies
Sliding down through chimneys
Bringing many a surprise

Ring the bells, ring the bells
Of laughter and of peace
Santa dear, Santa dear
Bless my home too, please

Wipe away our tears
Take away our fears
Let our hearts mingle
Let no heart stay single

Ring the bells, ring the bells
Of friendship and of love
Santa dear, Santa dear
Bless this world too now

Jingle bells Jingle bells
Jingle all the way!
On the seventh day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
7 dabs of oil
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
The 25 Days of Reggae Christmas
On the sixth day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
6 blazin' bubblers
5 smokin' spliffs
4 grams of purple
3 beautiful bowls
2 boombastic bongs
and a brand new marijuana tree.
The 25 days of Reggae Christmas
The Christmas spirit is here once more
And Hospital decorations are out again
More Doctors that you get in a Tardis
Putting up tinsel around the tree

A pretty sight greets you to come see
How they have decorated the Nurse's Station
Even a pretty hand made cardboard fairy
Adorns atop the little christmas tree

Maybe they should hang up this porter
Suspend me from the ceiling for all
Because I am an amputee, and it would be fun
For all to come and kiss me from under the missing toes


Copyright Chris Smith 11th December 2009
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