"christmastime" poems
1.
For my sister this Christmas,
I wish joy and laughter,
I wish you happiness and love,
For now and forever and ever-after,
I wish you the bliss this season brings,
Everyday of your life,
Every second you live,
For my sister this Christmas,
I wish these wondrous things.
2.
Dear brother, hear the sleigh bells,
Hear them ringing aloud,
Watch the snow fall down in time,
To the story that they tell,
They tell of children smiling with glee,
They tell of happy times,
And the family that surrounds thee.
3.
Father, may the memories stay,
Forever in your mind,
And I pray all the peace and wonder,
You will always find,
Will last until eternity,
With every festive time.
4.
You made this year so special,
Mother, you made us all complete,
You made us smile and be cheerful,
You gave us food to eat,
The love that surrounds us,
Every time you are near,
Will always be with us,
Each and every year.
5.
Andrew, at Christmas,
I pray you are happy,
I pray you are pleased,
With all the treasure you receive,
Look to the New Year,
With hope in your heart,
And cherish every moment,
Every beat of your heart.
6.
To a dear Grandmother,
You always make us smile,
We're always glad you're here,
And at Christmastime especially,
We're truly glad you're near.
7.
Auntie, this is my Christmas wish,
I wish that you know kindness,
The joy of a Christmas wish,
I hope you realise that you are dearly loved,
So enjoy this festive season,
With family,
With love.
8.
Sarah, it is Christmas,
The snow begins is dance,
The candle follows suit,
Joining the chanting trance,
The tree is decorated,
In reds, silvers, gold's,
This is a very special time,
That in your heart you'll hold.
Aug 28, 2012
Aug 28, 2012 at 5:10 AM UTC
Before that August--
(strange month echo)--
bloomed in the east
sunrise bomb sunset dawn
you sometimes
rose
(unbidden)
to the surface
of my mind.
These were some of my triggers:
Calgary (always Calgary)
me too
Christmastime.
And all the times you attempted
to reach out to me
(sucker punch sleep ****
And then that August--
(good mornin' bombshell)
the news--
for shame.
For I had fallen for the lie
(while you talked all the while
in your human voice).
So you like 'em young.
So you like it rough.
August sun beat me down.
It took this glaring
of a light
to show me
the darkest of men's natures--
and that I knew them
intimately.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
When I look at you
I see Bryant Park flushed with spring
and cluttered, burnished with Christmastime.
I see the way your big hands hold my face, my waist.
I see thick snowflakes
catching in your long lashes.
I see the streaks of light we've trailed
in the places we have been
like the flare of a comet,
footprints in ash and snow.
Six months we have stood,
daring the storm to catch us,
daring the lightning to strike.
You will pretend you did not remember our anniversary
and make me laugh when you say so
because you want me to learn
that you forgetting me is humorous
and ridiculous
and impossible.
I'll wake up the morning after,
panicked because it was five months and not six,
and you will say that it makes no difference
because what does a month matter
when you have forever?
We dance
and I trip and step on your toes
but you just turn on Frank Sinatra
and lead me through while you sing, smiling, in my ear.
And on the days when I curl up like a shell in your arms
shaking with untraceable, messy sobs
you keep singing
your lips unafraid to kiss away the tears.
I think I knew you once,
a thousand years ago,
a billion,
when we were stars in the galaxy
lovers in a white palace
dust in the ground.
And today
we are six months of being in love
six months of pure, unadulterated happiness
six months of dancing,
an eternal song.
Sing me to sleep again,
champion of my heart.
I will dream that we are timeless
and your voice will carry me through
until the dawn.
JFC
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
We,the childhood delegation arrived at midnight in Lapland, to ask for the resignation of Daddy krimbo.
Only three months to go and the toys are not done,he's as drunk as a skunk and his helpers are having our Christmastime fun,
It's not fair on us kids,we've been good,we've been kind and didn't swear or go behind,any bike
shed and were not led astray.
If our prezzies don't come Christmas day, we're going to torch his sleigh,set the reindeer free and see how he likes it,not one little bit I should think.
Just
lay off the drink and get cracking,start racking up points,collect a few stars or we're coming back,some of us with iron bars,
You have been warned Santa.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 8:42 AM UTC
1. Coldplay
2. football
3. ***
4. trust
5. my openness to others
6. Dean Martin
7. Christmastime
8. hockey
9. late nights
10. my belief that there are caring people out there
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
Sheba was sleeping quietly on her special little chair
And Oscar was snoring loudly like a hibernating bear.
I munched on Danish butter cookies and sipped some wine
While I typed this silly poem, trying to make it all rhyme.
I thought of Christmas memories made special every year
Full of love, lots of laughter...with people I hold dear.
I miss my parents and grandparents oh, so very much
But I feel them surround me with their sweet angelic touch.
Especially my mom, who made Christmastime so bright
Knowing she's with me always, I feel the warmth of her light.
Something I pondered as I played with words to rhyme:
"Cheap Danish butter cookies are tasty for $2.99..."
Back to the task at hand, before I drift off to sleep (I hope)
Heed the words I'm typing, although they're not from the Pope:
Be present in the moment with the ones you truly love
Forgive those who hurt you (though you'd like to give 'em a shove)
Give yourself a break for the mistakes you may have made
(You know, that cliche about turning lemons into lemonade.)
In the still of this moment, take in all of your blessings
Drink plenty of eggnog, eat turkey and lots of dressing
Make the most of this one day to be light and not cuss
Life goes way too fast...slow down and enjoy Christmas!
The End.
(I'm also out of cookies.)
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:11 PM UTC
It's Christmastime again
The time for last minute shopping and cooking
The time for seizure-inducing decorations and migraines brought on by obnoxious laughter
The time for grandma to pinch cheeks and uncles nagging about your love life
The time to be alone with family and just be alone
Yeah, it's that time again
It's Christmastime again
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
Tis the season of Christmas music
So I decided to check on Pentatonix
Excited to see a new album out
I delve into it a month early
Whenever I hear them singing
I love and appreciate the art
But a part of me craves that one album
Because I know it'll bring me back
It was an interesting point in my life
I loved a girl who loved me and
I asked her dad for his blessing that month
Her homophobic mom invited me to their dinner
I finally felt more accepted
Even though it was super awkward
We were really happy at that point
I honestly don't know what changed
I don't regret it so much as I don't understand
But I do know that Christmastime
Has been extremely difficult ever since
We spent a few weeks at her dads house
In the middle of nowhere
We cut our own Christmas tree and
I bonded with her dad with call of duty
Our sweet kittens played together
And we got a much-needed break from school
It's hard to look back at that time
My heart hurts even though the memories are positive
I miss her a lot sometimes
Mostly because I feel as though
That relationship was unfair to her
I was emotionally unavailable
But I didn't know it
And I know she messed up too but
We both made mistakes in it all
I just sometimes wish I had had
The tools needed to address the problem
I didn't know what was happening
I didn't know what I was feeling
I knew I was unhappy and hurting
But I didn't understand why
I think what's hard about this one
Is that I can retroactively label it all
Unfortunately that doesn't actually match
All of the things that I said back then
I was cruel to her
Because I knew it'd make her let me go
And I needed to be alone and free
But I chose a twisted path to get there
And for that I'm sorry
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
I don’t want to sleep
I can’t control my dreams
Not sure what I’d do
if I dream a dream of you
You held me close
Most of my life
Consoled my cries
Kept me in line
Made me laugh
With silly faces
and ridiculous rhymes
Made me fall in love
With all things art and music
Showed me how to make a wish
And never lose it
I never got to say thank you
For all you taught me about life
You were here one day
Gone the next- in mind
You slowly slipped
For almost a decade
We all watched you fade
But now you’re bright and free
The last time I saw you
I knew.
You reached for my hand
You couldn’t use your words,
So you used your eyes,
To tell me you loved me
And to say goodbye
I’ll forever treasure the moments we had
On Palmer Ave:
You’d sneak me sugar-coated strawberries
Along with a “Shh…Don’t tell your mom”
Peach ice cream in the summer
And a Gingerbread house in the winter.
Always ready for a game of Go Fish
Or a puzzle-- done from the outside edges in.
The door was always open for friends and family
Especially during Christmastime
With your decorations and cookies-a-plenty
You’d give the shirt off your back
All anyone had to do was ask
You’d be there in a heartbeat
Family is forever
So remember to stay together
Never lose sight
Of what really matters.
When you die
The legacy you leave behind
Will live forever in the hearts you touched
And the souls you changed.
For all this I thank you, Grandma
Every single day.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 1:45 AM UTC
Gave me a locket with your name inscribed
there are little rubies on the side, a white gem in the center
and it lays right across the ******* you ****** slow
in my bedroom’s night.
The moon came through the lace
curtains, you came inside me. Both looked like a shadow
against the walls of something smooth,
untouched, virginal. It was Christmastime but I was
not cold when you slipped my ******* off:
felt like I had warm eggnog swimming around in my belly
and your handprints on my bottom was holly wrapped
around the tree, your ****** hair mistletoe hanging.
This locket says your name,
it says that I kissed you and you kissed me. It says before
winter could end, I knew you tasted like cinnamon
and you knew I come like vanilla gumdrops.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
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“–ll now and you can win a Dream vacation, with the Artist himself! For those of you just tuning in, this is yet another hit by Grammy-nominated singer/songwriter Sam Cole, on MTVChristmas. Here’s The Slime of the Ancient Caroler”
♫ I am an iamb man, I am
and so it’s come to haunt
such will be the meter for
My Christmastime account
I do beg you not give haste
I know you’re on your way
But I’ll be quick, as not to waste
a minute of your day
the party, it can wait young sir
as all good things will do
my warning comes for times of myrrh
and a frankincent or two
Sit back or stand, relax your hands
now dawning is the time
when you must beware, of songs in air
of Ancient Car’lers slime
It all starts at first December
When she haunts the streets at night
Watching dying embers
Release their doom-ed light
That’s when she comes, dear little ones
bearing candles of her own
she brings the light, to cull your fright
from darkness cold as stone
sometimes her many fiends come with
to throw you off your guard
and though you’ll think “not dangerous”
that’s when the music starts
And O the ringing, singing bells
will melt into your soul
and heat the morning frost untill
your soul again is whole
but just when you release all of
the tensions from your mind
once upon a song of love
the devil hid behind
the devil with his might did peek
to celebrate your loss
that’s when you’ll see a beak, and he
the winged albatross
oh curs-ed you, ye albatross
hadst not thou’st had thy will?
This is time to wear the cross
why do you haunt me still?
Go now, children, beware the slime
be merry and be well
earmuffs now, avoid the rime
and singing Christabells ♫
“Whoa… that’s a hit that’s sure to be around for decades. You can pick up this single at any–”
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
A gray day – cool, frost will come tonight.
And in the coolness they arrange the scene,
Just so during the waning light of day.
A scene of Christmastime, wreaths and lights
Adorn the doors and window frames.
Wealth and solidarity, joy and love I see in them.
They pose now before their work.
The camera snaps,
Their well-being so obviously displayed.
In the future they will go each by each,
Yet bound by such events
A family they will forever be.
Of that family I so record
In these observations from afar.
Now pray a grace protects them from the likes of me.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Sweet voices of children
echo through the sanctuary.
Tiny hands shake silver bells,
as the room is full of parents' smiles.
Children singing songs of Christmas cheer.
"Away in a manger."
Is heard loud and clear.
Children's voices,
like the voices of angels.
Float up to God above.
As He smiles down upon them.
For each child He dearly loves.
Sweet voices.
Angel voices.
Of little children.
Echo through the sanctuary.
At Christmastime.
What a gift it is.
To all who hear them.
Angel Voices.
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
it goes like this,
i said.
the singer finds the quiet one.
they run through sprinklers and
hold their breath under tunnels
and roll the windows down when
their favorite songs come on.
they drink midnight coffee
at diners meant for the old
and alone, and make pictures
across the table with packets
of sugar. together they decide
that the best word is petrichor,
the smell of dirt after it rains,
and when the lights come on
at christmastime they sit in
the trees and watch greens
and reds throw patterns
across their skin.
all of it is perfect
and none of it makes sense.
you said but what about
the singer? you said
what about her songs?
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 4:38 AM UTC
she holds her candle high
this tabletop winged statue
this angel of light
lit only at Christmastime
her votive casts two flames
in a tapered, thick walled, coke-bottle-like holder
bright symbiotic beings dancing in tandem
to delightful ying and yang choreography
two flames moving as one
only close inspection reveals
one as actual
the other an image reflected on glass
still, her candle is a two-fer
two flames for the price of one
two tongues of light
speaking in reverence and reflection
in remembrance and honor
like two spirits inseparable
connected beyond time and space
forever
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
What happens to our clocks each year
At Christmastime or near it?
Do they get to much Christmas cheer
Or just the Christmas spirit?
The clocks that were the whole year through,
dependable and steady
Tick hours off like mad when you
Have Christmas to get ready.
Yet, strange to say, those very clocks
Delight in hesitating;
They go to sleep between their ticks
When you are young and waiting.
By
Ruth Van Gorder
Lake Ariel, Pennsylvania
Christmas Ideals Magazine
November
MCMLXXXV
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
*Is her greeting
This Christmastime..
She reminds us
Of our human
Of our Essence
These our Oneness..
Our knowing is
A gift revealed
Which we welcome
In this moment
And in moments
When the gift
Is re-born and
Re-given..
Christmas Blessings
dear Barbara…*
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
a not-so-special tree
sat on
that not-so-special floor
inside our trailer.
maybe, driving by
mumbling to themselves,
most would call the scene
forgettable, I suppose They
might think it ******
but
that not-so-special tree
meant everything to me,
meant waking up late,
meant snowmen and might mean sweets,
foil-wrapped chocolate from the belly of our wooden rudolph.
She hung him high.
He hurried home
with kerosene for the heater.
something was for dinner—
fuzzy memory: folding t.v. tray
in front of the box—
I remember melting kisses
carefully with the kerosene
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
I see a horse, elegant and proud,
I remember riding one into the cloud,
Her head held high, braver than me,
She was shot, that horse, despite her plea.
A firework explodes in the sky,
I remember him, his hopeless cry,
The night the shell came over my head,
And the next morning we found him dead.
A choir sings, it's Christmastime,
I remember the peace that cold daytime,
Boxing day we start killing again,
But that Christmas we were friendly gunmen.
I sit in a café eating beans,
I remember it, those dreadful scenes,
We were so hungry at mealtime,
But stealing rations was a crime.
My son runs around with a toy gun,
I remember how he did nit run,
Only looked pleadingly into my eyes,
I had no mercy- he soon dies.
I am not proud to be alive,
I am not happy to have survived,
I will remember you with all my heart,
In my head we will never part.
Wherever I go, whatever I do,
The war is with me.
It comes too.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
I tell you it's hard to live with a man
Who's always so preoccupied
With making other people happy,
Especially at Yuletide.
Time and again I've asked why he
Prefers to live in this frigid zone.
And then he works each Christmas Eve
While I have to stay home alone!
I mean, why this bias of Christmas
With winter and snow year after year
When it's nice and steamy on Earth's
Beautiful southern hemisphere?
Don't get me wrong: I don't begrudge
His eleemosynary devotion
To making other people happy.
That's a kind and generous notion.
But his thoughts are always on
"The kids," and so, I feel neglected.
And yet I always put on the front
Of being cheerful, cool and collected.
Another thing I must admit:
It's hard for a wife whose hubby enjoys
An overwhelming fascination
Or infatuation with all his toys!
You might think the man is cute;
However, I am less enthralled.
He suffers from puer aeternus.
At least that's what I think it's called.
I tell him, "Dear, I understand
Your thoughtful desire to do good deeds,
But maybe you are overdoing it.
Don't forget: wives have needs."
I sometimes think the worst might happen
Whenever my spirits start to sink.
I have to muster up inner strength
To stop myself from taking to drink.
I'd love to be able to find a place
Where we could spend some time by ourselves.
It isn't easy to live with a man
Who spends all his time with reindeer and elves.
Oh, well…I guess it's true:
Every marriage has its flaws.
But try to imagine what it's like
To be Mrs. Santa Claus.
-by Bob B (12-25-18)
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
This is a Christmas time request
to join in a good deed.
I’m Giving a pint at Christmastime
To strangers who are in need.
So raise your sleeve and not your glass
Don’t let blood banks run dry!
The pint you give might help one live
Who otherwise might die.
Then afterwards we’ll raise a glass,
two heroes, you and I.
We must replenish after all
And not let the well run dry.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
Sometimes, when you are away
I can feel myself shrinking inside.
I don't want it to happen.
I don't like it, or what it means about me.
But it continues anyway.
It's this.... feeling.
Like a flower languishing in a dark closet.
And I hate it.
I don't want to write about it.
I don't want to think about it.
I just want to go to sleep
And only wake up when you're back.
And how useful is that?
But today I slept
18 hours
And I wish I was
Asleep again
And this is why I am hard to love.
I know you being away is not the only reason I feel like this.
I know I feel like this
Because my brain is full of chemicals
Making connections
Which my mind tries to explain.
But on days like this
Days like this that stretch into weeks like this
(Please, not months?)
I reach for you and I wither inside when you are far away
Busy
Distracted
Out
Gone.
Sometimes when you're back
It feels like you're still not
Back.
And so I don't push anymore, on days like this.
But I'm the same person who cried over Skype to you
At Christmastime
Because I needed you to reassure me that you loved me.
It has been so long
And you will get tired of it
And I will still need it.
I still need it.
I still need you.
On days like this I don't tell you anymore
Because you're always so busy
And because I can never tell,
So far away,
If you are going through the motions of loving me.
I let you stay away without telling you it hurts because it would hurt more if you pretended to be here
And maybe that's how it would be, you know?
Maybe you'd be calling it in, talking to me because I begged you to.
And there's never a good time to fall apart on you.
There's never a good time to say that for months I've been feeling sadder and sadder, feeling you slip away because
You feel secure
But you have to know, someday I have to tell you
I don't know what safe means.
And I'm always afraid. It will take
So many years
For me not to be afraid.
And it's not your fault
And it's so much to ask,
But I need you to be here.
And I just...
I wither
When you're not.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
When she wades into the water
spray flies through her,
The Devils daughter.
I should have gone to light the fire
to scare away the night within her
but
saddled with responsibility,
I couldn't see the way to go
I lost myself in thoughts of she,
handmaiden of my reverie.
The night became a friend to me
companion of my misery
she took it all away and then
with one stroke of a bladed pen,
emasculated with a smile,
she danced along the golden mile with
me in tow,
the friend of foe,
I would not want to see her go so
followed her into the black
and now I know that coming back
is an impossibility,
another friend of misery.
I get to know them all
I see the future rising up, before the morning
wakes me with a shot of coffee and my misery becomes
one more impossibility.
One day the cycle will outdistance all travails that I've been through and
chains will melt into one link, which will teeter on the edge,
the brink of madnesses possesss me,
another friend of all the misery,
but it's Christmastime,
so full of glee.
The grandchildren surrounding me
I think that I might wait and see
just
what tomorrow brings.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
christmastime
could be jolly and holly
cold wind round our necks
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:57 PM UTC