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Asha,
this is last years, and Oren has another coming...

Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs. Hampton

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The charming and intimate homeliness and 'tongue- in- cheek" cajole of this poem. tickles my funny bone. from the first time I read it. What is most intriguing , every time, id that I reminds me very much of Christmas in my family home with my parents and siblings, when I was a child. We never talked poetry, but there were stories, Christmas riddles and Christmas jokes, and in additon, a couple of vinyl 78rpm Christmas carols played on "HIs Master's Voice" , a spring-wound gramaphone. .


Now that we have seen many Christmas’
Now that we have heard many Carols
Now that we have opened many Gifts
How do we write new cheerful Heralds?


With the smell of Madelynn’s baking cookies,
and the children, finally helping, with the dishes
Let’s have a cup of cocoa, and talk about poetry
Poetry for the season, reasons for all life’s wishes


Remember, the feelings, when Santa first gave us cheer,
and how curious, in awe, we became of his reindeer;
The so-many ways of decorating the tree each year;
The sweet times of reminiscing of family in revere?


Madelynn Dear, please turn on the holiday tunes
Let us tell you what we went shopping for in June
Things homemade, gifts for the homeless, oh so attune
With faith all through the year, blessings fell in opportune


The gift of a warm made quilt is a little fire
A pocketful of verse in a little chap to inspire
Simple things to cuddle up to before they retire
We thought we would create moments, we the supplier-
to living poems, and rescue the spirit they once attired


We were so happy to see the smiles on their face
With no strings attached, that’s the gift of grace
From the depths of our love, to the ones misplaced
We gave them the Spirit of Christmas to embrace


So, our new humorous poet friends
Christmas stories stir us restless, getting-
family and friends on the guest list
And with these modern days of netting
We so dearly wish you the spirit in expansion
Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs. Hampton

http://www.originalpoetry.com/merry-christmas-mr-amp-mrs-hampton

I am working on two more.

darling this image you have on this poem is beautiful......I'm adding this one to the book......love it...asha

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RE: RE: RE: Calling All Poets (Christmas Poems)

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Originally Posted by ApaqRasgirl

Originally Posted by WordSlinger

Asha,
this is last years, and Oren has another coming...

Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs. Hampton

*******************************************************************************************************

The charming and intimate homeliness and 'tongue- in- cheek" cajole of this poem. tickles my funny bone. from the first time I read it. What is most intriguing , every time, id that I reminds me very much of Christmas in my family home with my parents and siblings, when I was a child. We never talked poetry, but there were stories, Christmas riddles and Christmas jokes, and in additon, a couple of vinyl 78rpm Christmas carols played on "HIs Master's Voice" , a spring-wound gramaphone. .


Now that we have seen many Christmas’
Now that we have heard many Carols
Now that we have opened many Gifts
How do we write new cheerful Heralds?


With the smell of Madelynn’s baking cookies,
and the children, finally helping, with the dishes
Let’s have a cup of cocoa, and talk about poetry
Poetry for the season, reasons for all life’s wishes


Remember, the feelings, when Santa first gave us cheer,
and how curious, in awe, we became of his reindeer;
The so-many ways of decorating the tree each year;
The sweet times of reminiscing of family in revere?


Madelynn Dear, please turn on the holiday tunes
Let us tell you what we went shopping for in June
Things homemade, gifts for the homeless, oh so attune
With faith all through the year, blessings fell in opportune


The gift of a warm made quilt is a little fire
A pocketful of verse in a little chap to inspire
Simple things to cuddle up to before they retire
We thought we would create moments, we the supplier-
to living poems, and rescue the spirit they once attired


We were so happy to see the smiles on their face
With no strings attached, that’s the gift of grace
From the depths of our love, to the ones misplaced
We gave them the Spirit of Christmas to embrace


So, our new humorous poet friends
Christmas stories stir us restless, getting-
family and friends on the guest list
And with these modern days of netting
We so dearly wish you the spirit in expansion
Merry Christmas Mr. & Mrs. Hampton

http://www.originalpoetry.com/merry-christmas-mr-amp-mrs-hampton

I am working on two more.

darling this image you have on this poem is beautiful......I'm adding this one to the book......love it...asha

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Howdy...
I have a Christmas poem, it's new and I just posted it the other day. Not sure if it fits in with the rest but try it on, see how it looks! A.T.

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sent in by lovefrommom
one for the Mr. and Mrs. Claus edition...........

Trouble in Christmas Town
(to the tune of Uneasy Rider)

I was pullin' a load in my big truck
Hopein' for a piece of good luck
But the weather was fightin' back a pile a snow.
Just as I crossed the county line
I saw the highway turn a bit white
And I knew that sky was about to dump it's load.

Well the clouds opened up and I got uptight
'Cause there wasn't a snow plow anywhere in sight
So I just pushed on down the road but not very far
I went as far as I could and when I stopped the truck
It was right in front of this bit'o luck
A warm lookin' joint called the "Pussy Cat Gentlemen's Bar"

Well I pulled on my jacket and pulled down my hat
I told the waitress I had enough of that
And could she bring me coffee and point me towards the telephone
Well there was one thing I was sure happy to see
There wasn't a soul in the place except for her and me
And she just flashed a smile and showed me where to call home

I called up my boss and in his own way
He told me that load was to be delivered today
He had nine trucks already out stuck in the snow
I said,"Now, it's TEN. I'm stuck where I'm at!"
And I didn't bother to tell him that
I sure as hell didn't want any other place to go

I ordered up supper feelin proud of myself
When this guy walked in who looked just like an elf
With a wierd hat, funny shoes, standing about three foot four
Well he looked at me and I damn near died
And I knew I shouldn't judge a man by his size
So I said “Hell son! Come in away from that door!”

Just when I thought I'd warmed up in my skin
three more short dudes come strollin' in
With this a gray hair old fella combed over his empty top.
I tried to get away from the door when the older one
Said, "Is that your truck in the snow out there, son?"
Your a long way from home, and this weather doesn't look like it'll ever stop.”

Now the last thing I wanted was to think about snow
with this pretty little lady with the smile that glowed
Especially when she was smiling and looking real friendly towards me
I said “You bet!” and then I let slip
that the bunk in back was fully equipped
and that waitress' eyes sparkled and she smiled as wide as could be

Now Comb Over decided to pull up a chair
and the others started playin cards way down there
And the old man said "The Govenor's gone called out the cops."
"The radio said it's an emergency!
He's shut down the roads and mercy me
he's canceled all flights and mandated traffic stops!"

Well that sounded bad but I was lookin' to see
If Little Miss Smiles might come bunk with me
But the old man kept on tellin' us what the radio said
He said "Would you believe this man has gone as far
As pullin apart familes driving in different cars
And we have jobs and kids that need to be fed."

He went on about his job as a clown
Travel all summer to visit small towns
But at Christmas time they'd really make a fuss!
He told us about the Orphans and it was sad
and when he got near the end I was really mad
I stood on my chair and hollered “They can't do that to us!"

About that time two Deputies
from the local Sheriff office came in out of the breeze
and asked “Miss Martha, is every thing here all right?
They both looked real close at me and gray hair
and I quietly stepped down off my chair
The last thing I wanted was a jail cell for the night.

"I'm fine Jim.” she said with a laugh
“I got a fresh pot of coffee started out in the back.
And I can get you boys somethin' to eat if ya fancy a bite."
“We came in after the red Cadallac
We spotted tucked in next to the truck out back,”
He said “It sorta stood out in the snow against the white.”

He said “The Sheriff's put out an A.P.B.
For 'Red Suit Gang' out from Tennessee
Robbing shopin' malls while doin' a song and dance.”
They all started starein' and I felt kinda sick
And I knew I better think of something pretty quick
So I just reached out and kicked old comb over right in the pants.

All of a sudden the whole damned croud
Was movin' and hollerin really loud
Climbin over ole gray and headed toward the door at a trot
And I guess I shoulda tried to help stop that run
But somehow I just couldn't resist the fun
Of watchin' four dwarves scramble for the parking lot

Well they were headed for their car and they sure were fast
but the fuzz spun around and headed 'em off at the pass
Before it was done there was a ton o' dust in the air
Well they had those Deputies tryin to catch'em'
Like the Keystone Cops would be better to Fetch'em
And all five were in the back 'fore the Sheriff got there

I didn't hit the road till nearly three days later
Miss Martha took good care of this Florida Gator
For a Christmas weekend where I was the star
Each Christmas my boss thinks I've lost my mind
I get my truck stuck at that county line
And spend it at the “Pussy Cat Gentlemen's Bar”

(c)2010

Written and performed (only once)
By
-Paul-

RE: RE: Calling All Poets (Christmas Poems)

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Howdy...
I have a Christmas poem, it's new and I just posted it the other day. Not sure if it fits in with the rest but try it on, see how it looks! A.T.

RE: Calling All Poets (Christmas Poems)

Another WordSketch By John E WordSlinger..





Peppermint Romance

Last night, Cyber Monday, I twas online
Christmas shopping for me and mine
I searched the net to get my Santa on
Then I remember'd deals on Amazon

I looked at books, cds, and toys
Then I thought what my Mrs. enjoys
I thought of of hats, bows, and belts
She likes costumes, I thought of elves

It said, one size fits all, how can that be?
That’s ok, it won’t stay long under the tree
There was so many descriptions, where do I start?
Then I seen, ‘These are sure to melt one's heart!’

I had the choices of red or green, that’s swell
Spandex lace up with gold, and with bells
Then I got a pop up, costumes for less
I like Mrs. Santa wear, I like that best

So I mouse’d over for a better sight
It said, ‘Hurry down the chimney tonight’
I thought, I want all of them, oh yes
She won’t be sitting around this Christmas

The choker, and the boots wasn’t included
I’m like ok nice, I’ll get all of this computed
Smooth, and silky, seriously cute
Then the train outside began to toot

All I could see was beautiful snow
Ok, back to shopping, before sales go
They had this one called Holiday honey
I’ll add that too, Santa has some money

They had this one, a peppermint bikini
Oh, she’ll really get to see me go crazy
I clicked that one, and added it to my cart
I already was excited, exploding my heart

I love this time, I can do so much folly
I love it on Christmas eve, we get jolly
Well, I think I 'am happy with these gifts
They’ll be here in three days, that’s swift

Today, there was a ring at the door
She said, ‘My surprise is here, a day before’
I thought hmm, she had done some shopping too
She looked at me, and said, ‘I have something for you’

I thought what can it be, I feel so dang dandy
She said, ‘Wait here honey, you do like candy?’

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Holding the Candles of Christmas

Oh weary,
cold, and dreary looking for warmth burning in the night
We welcome you, and light the way, from pains sting
Capturing you un-attended, looking for Saturn’s light
Primal spirits, we must fight the mighty Frost King

Oh weary,
The passage emerges where they live deep in the spirit
The path where enlightment removes suffering
There, you shall be released, and your inner light always lit
As spiral pines gleam the top’s of their trees

Oh weary,
Open your inner drawer, light the hidden candle that hides
Allow your candle to burn away with grace,
And go in remembrance on those unfortunate lives
always needing fire from loves gentle face
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Wordd-Angel/The Echoe of the Wind

Christmas has came and went
Little do some know
I received a priceless gift
A reciting from the Poet, who wrote
‘Farewell to The Weeping Rose’

I was working, and she was at home
She read her immortal piece by phone
Never in my life, have I heard such beauty
I guess that’s why our destinies suits me

The urge to kiss was my sweetest action
The lure of the poets poem is attraction
I listened to each living word and breath
My heart beateth to the rhythm she leadth

She lead me to her Grace Land, a place I have dreamed
She showed me pure beauty with words of life’s esteem
I Prince Soul, have became close to the Word Angel
Her voice, and poem is heard, again and again
In the echo of the Christmas the wind
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WHISTLING SNOW (A CHRISTMAS POEM)
This is a December
I will always remember
Big,
whistling,
snowing snow,
like my first kiss,
under mistletoe
Swirling, swirling, snowing
Whistling, curling, blowing
Birds wait for the sun glowing
Gods promises rain-bowing
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SNOWBALL & EINSTIEN (Famous Parrots)

My name is Snowball
I can sing, dance, and all
For what I do best
I get kissed on my crest

I’m a Cockatoo with funny hair
When Mom seen me dance
to the music
She nearly fell out of her chair
I got it baby, I' ll never loose it

Well I don’t think I could
My dancing’s funny to her
I' am pretty darn good.
Like she can do any better'

I brighten so many days
across the globe
Thanks for the media,
the whole world caught on
I’m a spokesbird for parrots
around the world
I ’m an internet sensation...phenomenon!

I've heard of this other bird
That speaks her mind
And my heart purred
She sounds so fine

She’s a parrot named Einstein
We should do a big show together
We would be poetic like rhyme
Birds of a feather, star together

She says, Sweetheart
Does a wolfs' howl,
She's a tiger of the jungle
and growls
She can who like an owl, with
many more animal sounds
She doesn't drink beer,
but loves to get down
She loves to party,
goes crazy for everybody

I would be in, parrot, heaven
If she’d say, yes, to my question
May I have this dance?
For a Christmas romance
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TURN ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Inside from the winter mean
with the scent of the evergreen
Holly and apples, natural things
Turn on the Christmas tree
See its enlightment, its powerfulness
A great electric wonderment
Like those child eyes with fascination
Discovering the joy, embracing,
of winters celebration
Ornaments with colorings of life
referring the fullness of grace
Feel its warmth, it’s comforting in place
It’s a part of the Christmas heart
Turn on the Christmas Tree
Home ever more sweetly art
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CHRISTMAS SHOPPING IN JUNE

In January I made plans very well to-
go Christmas Shopping in June
I ought to buy shoes
that they would choose
But decided to go homemade
just like the good ol’ days took
Found an old children’s prayer book
with lots of fine pictures
I put them in frames and I took
ribbons of fine colors,
gave them the Christmas look
Thinking they will need a new coat
Well, until then, I’ll just add a warm note
Merry Christmas
Knowing this isn’t much
Is it not the thought
of love that can touch?

The Christmas Spirit bringer

John E WordSlinger 2009

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Knowing Is always 1/2 the Battle when it comes to thought of love.The rest resides in Prayer....Hello Word.Right now I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas,lol! We still have no snow.Tell everyone that I'm busy Cleaning House,I'll try to BBL....
God Bless You Earth Angels...Came to BELIEVE....It's a very good Book.
Of You should Type the word Poet online in Your search.It is Awesome...

Deadline is December 14th at Midnight eastern time.

Please send poems, pictures and art work, to Asha via email,
and post your poems here.
Deadline is December 14th at Midnight eastern time.
This is so you can get the the books by the 24th of Dec

Last edited by WordSlinger 12-09-2010 at 02:05:41 PM

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If anyone has some Christmas art they can donate for the book we would be grateful..I have lots of poems that will look great with some silly christmas art...

All art submitted to the book will be listed in the credits with the artists name and they will hold all copyright to their art..........

Thanks to all of you for everything you have done so far to make this book a big hit and to help as many children as we can from our words of love for Christmas....

We are working so hard to get this out to you before Christmas, so with all your help we will try to complete so you can have SnowPoets under your tree this year.

Thank you my dear OP family.........love asha

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norman
he was an old homeless man
slept underneath a bridge
his name was norman
always saw him with a shopping cart
all his possessions…lay there within
at christmas time he would go
inside the stores to keep warm
would say hello to him
he would smile
many people bought him food
we put it in his shopping cart
he never asked for anything
accepted these gifts with a smile and nod
never heard him speak
not sure if he could
always felt sad when I left
thinking of him in the cold
under a bridge


Copyright December 2010
Regina DeMaggio

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THE BREATH OF COLD WINTER MIDNIGHT AIR
I WISH IT WOULD ALL SIMPLY DISAPPEAR
THE BRIGHT COLOURED CHRISTMAS LIGHTS GLOW
OUTSIDE THE GROUND IS COVERED BY SNOW
THERE IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR ME
YOU SEE THE FACT IS 'I'M A KIWI'
AS I TRY TO STAY WARM AND FILL MY TUM
I'M IN THE U.K BUT IN N.Z IS MY MUM
I THINK OF HER WHILE I SIP MY BREW
SHE'LL BE SITTING BY THE B.B.Q
WARM AND SUNNY SANTA HAS NO SLEIGH
JUST A SURFBOARD & A WAVE ON ITS WAY
SO I HOPE FOR NOW SANTA GOT MY LETTER
ALL I WANT IS MY MUM THERE IS NOTHING BETTER!!!!

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Pandora Box was Open and Spilled Evil In to the World all Except The Gift Of "Hope".Blessing For Today:Hope Grows into Faith and Excels to "Love" So Live,Laugh,&Love....
Merry Christmas To All!

Love the Poet,

CHURV

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WHEN JESUS MET SANTA



Jesus and his cousin John, a man of trusted soul,

Traveled up to find that man they'd heard of at the Pole.

Santa then was not the man that we all know today,

Carting gifts around the world on reindeer-driven sleigh.



He was just a man who cared, a rather simple sort

Who gifted children in his town because of his huge heart.

So Jesus, John and Santa met as, outside, cold winds blew

And Jesus said, "My friend, I have a job for you to do."



"The word has traveled all the way from here to Galilee

Of how you share your love for all with generosity."

"You put smiles on children's faces with your merriment and mirth

And I want you to deliver gifts to everyone on earth!"



"To everyone on Earth? You mad??!! said Santa, with a snort.

"There are lots of people,friend. I'd not know where to start!"



"And, just in case you haven't seen, I've not the normal girth.

It's not a belly that's designed for traveling the earth."

"No matter", spoke up John, whose hands were starting to feel frozen.

"The Lord will give you all you need. Be glad that you've been chosen."



But Santa said, "How can this work?" Gift all in just one day?"

The Lord replied, "You'll do it with a reindeer-driven sleigh."

"Reindeer??", Santa snorted, "They are such a worthless lot.

"I'd need some creatures built for speed. Is that the best you've got?"



Jesus smiled and so did John, with twinkles in their eye.

"Not ordinary reindeer, friend, but reindeer that can fly."

"Flying reindeer??" Santa laughed. "I've heard it all this time.

You sure you haven't oversipped the sacrificial wine??"



"And what about the presents, then? Now where do I get those?

Millions of gifts for everyone..some magic, I suppose?"

"I'm sending you a group of elves", said Jesus, with a smile.

They'll spend the year preparing gifts for every living child."



"Some elves? You're sending me some elves?" the smiling man replied.

"Some reindeer and a group of runts to help me?!", Santa cried.

"And this costume I'm supposed to wear..You're telling me it's red?!?

And a cap with some white tassel? Give me something else instead!



People who wear red up here, er, walk a little funny.

Don't want some six foot Eskimo refer to me as honey!!!"

Jesus smiled and said, "Good friend, the job has many perks.

Let me point them out to you and how this whole thing works".



"Millions of kids will idolize the person that you are.

They'll pray to you, write songs to you. You'll be their biggest star."

"Kids will mind their manners and be courteous to all.

They want to be on Santa's list each Christmas when you call."







"They'll go to bed on Christmas Eve, anticipatingly,

And, for their thanks for what you do, leave cookies by the tree.”

"Well, now it's sounding better! It could be a worthwhile trip!

They'll leave me cookies, did you say? I’m fond of chocolate chip??"



The trio talked all through the night on details, I suppose.

Jesus agreed to a reindeer with a headlight for a nose.

Santa agreed to wear the clothes, although he hated red

And everything was worked out by the time they went to bed.



So that's the way it is, my friends. Dear Santa roams the land

On sled propelled by reindeer and Jesus's loving hand.

Leave out your milk and cookies, pray before you go to bed

And know that Santa and Jesus are both watching, overhead.



Michael Mack

December 2010


NO TREE FOR MUFFY
The lights shone bright in Cooperstown,
Feelings of Christmas filled the air.
Bright, shiny faces lit the night
Almost, but not quite, everywhere.

Poor Muffy sat in her living room
Staring at that empty space
Where, always before on Christmas eve,
A green pine tree stood in its place.

Poor kid looked everywhere for a tree;
It wasn't that she hadn't tried
But all the stores were all sold out
And so poor Muffy sat and cried.

The townfolk, hearing of her plight,
Searched the fields for miles around.
They searched the valleys, hills and woods
But no green pine tree could be found.

Oh, they found elm and oak and birch
And chestnut trees and such,
But no Douglas fir or spreading pine -
No Christmas tree for Muff.

The mayor, in all his wisdom, said
"We are faced here with a toughie!
In all the town there seems to be
No Christmas tree for Muffy."

So off they went to the highest hill,
Two hundred people strong,
With flashlights, axes, hammers and saws
And Muffy caught up in the throng.

Till one, then two, then three then four
Those hills they all accosted,
Till, finally, two hundred strong,
Fell to the ground, exhausted.

But, as they lay there on their backs,
Staring at the winter sky,
A soft smile touched the mayor's lips;
A twinkle appeared in his eye.

"Muffy," he smiled as he spoke,
"You are such a lucky girl.
You've got the greatest Christmas tree
In all the whole, wide world!"

The crowd looked up and what they saw
Brought tears to every eye
And sighs of awe escaped their lips
At the clear December sky.

Millions and millions of blinking lights
Covered Muffy's tree.
The tinsel came from shooting stars
Dropping through the galaxy.

Leo, Venus, Aries and Mars
Provided her with ornaments
And, as the lights bounced off her face,
Muffy knew what the mayor meant.

The townfolk, happy to the man,
Drifted home to get some rest
Each knowing on this Christmas eve
That they had seen life at its best.

And, when they woke up in the morn,
Rested from fulfilling dreams,
If they had looked upon that hill
Do you know what they would have seen?

A sight that would have said of life
That God is - as He has to be.
A girl with head tilted toward the sky;
Sweet Muffy and her Christmas tree.

Michael Mack
December 2005

NO GIFT FOR GOD

I laid the presents out with care beneath the Christmas tree
To make sure everyone had something there - including me!
But, as I checked the names off, there was something rather odd....
Oh, no! I realized there was not a gift for God!

I mean, there wouldn't be a Christmas if not for the birth
Of His son, Jesus, who was born to bring peace to this earth.
Seemed only fitting there should be at least some gift displayed
To recognize the blessing and the sacrifice He made.

But what does one give God? I couldn't think of anything
That Sears or Wal-Mart had in stock to be fit for a king
But I would gift wrap something, though symbolic it would be
With hopes that He would recognize my deep sincerity.

I had no time right then, however. I flew out the door
To get down to the church where we had meals for the poor.
Downtrodden souls whose lives did not turn out as they had planned,
And it felt quite rewarding when we filled a needy hand.

From there, right to the orphanage we flew with bags of toys
To cheers and shouts of glee from all the homeless girls and boys.
Young hands tore wrappers off their gifts in wild anticipation
As "Ooooh"'s and "Aaaahh"'s and shining eyes made quite a celebration.

Just one more stop to make - down to the rest home for the aged.
Our small choir sang so beautifully we could have been on stage
From room to room, our voices rang with carols and with hymns
For those who knew that very soon they would be there with Him.

The evening finally ended. I rushed home as fast I could.
The father being late for Christmas wouldn't be too good
My children whooped and hollered from the second I walked in.
I raised my hands and grandly said, "Let's let the fun begin!"

Oh, what a night we had! Wrap paper scattered left and right
While boxes were torn open with loud squeals of delight.
Big hugs for Mom and Daddy - thanks to Santa, naturally
Then off to bed for youngsters and, at last, tranquility.

My wife prepared herself for bed. I walked out in the yard.
Some puzzling thought was in my mind that got me thinking hard.
Oh, no! It was the gift for God - the thing I hadn't got.
With all the rushing around, it was the one thing I forgot!

I raised my face up meekly as if in apology.
The brilliance of the stars shone down and almost blinded me.
I stood there silent for a bit then gently raised my hands
To ask for His forgiveness. I sure hope He understands.

Michael Mack
December 2001

THE PERFECT GIFT

You ask me what I want..you want to give me something nice.
If you are open to requests, I'll give you some advice.
Just think of how much you would spend on some small gift for me,
Then take that same amount and give it to a charity.

No need to rack your brain of thinking something you can buy
When there are many needy souls who need it more than I.
Just think of all the inner peace that you could give to me
If my gift, and your money, were to help a charity.

I have no need for watches. I've already three or four
But that amount of money would go far to help the poor.
What need have I for jewelry or those fancy silken ties
When I could have the chance to bring a smile to some child's eyes?

If other people followed suit and took the time to give
How wonderfully we could enrich this world in which we live.
So give me that, my friend, and through your generosity
You'll give the greatest gift that you could ever give to me.

Michael Mack
December 2003

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Dear OP family SnowPoets,

I just wanted to let each and everyone of you know that I have read all of your poems as I was adding them to the book and I wanted to tell you that I think each and everyone of them is FANTASTIC, BEAUTIFUL, and they are so perfect for both the SnowPoets volume 1 for kids and the SnowPoets volume 11 Mr. & Mrs Claus which we be a more adult theme. So I also wanted to say that I am so sorry if I have not been to your pages to read all these wonderful poems that you have sent in, as I have spent almost every moment working on the book so we can meet our deadline so you can have your SnowPoets book under your tree this year.....We are trying hard to make that happen, and buying any delays, such as me starting to get a little sick now, my throat is scratchy and my voice is about gone but I am still working.

So if all of my dear OP family will forgive me for slacking on my reading, I promise as soon as the book is done I will get to your pages to leave you such a well deserved comment on these wonderful Christmas poems....

The book is really starting to come together to look like a Christmas poem book should.......What we need more of is artwork if anyone has any they can donate as I have a lot of spaces between poems to fill and what better way to do that then with Christmas art.....

Currently we are up to 48 poems submitted, a couple of those will appear in the adult volume. Also we have several pieces of artwork and photos sent in.....so it is really looking great and I so pray that all of you will enjoy it this Christmas.

Thanks to each and everyone of you for donating to our book for charity to help needy children. As soon as we have confirmed which organizations the proceeds will go to we will post it here for all and a link to that charity so that you can see how it has helped....

Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight
love asha

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Why isn’t Christmas portrayed
by those who live near the equator
just the same for those in the north?
Or, where inclement weather’s
it’s wrath does not impart rebirth?

I would beseech you, that our Loving God is kind
and someone seeks to deceive you
from a love that can blind.

When drudgery is the given;
whether by winds or routine,
stagnant waters permeate the heavens
and infect the unseen
toil of the giver. Plain and mean.

Given only to his purpose
to be the beacon of light
of hope for despair
daytime in the night
you are. He is

Jesus.

© JeanMarie12/9/10

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Christmas in the UK

THE BREATH OF COLD WINTER MIDNIGHT AIR
I WISH IT WOULD ALL SIMPLY DISAPPEAR
THE BRIGHT COLOURED CHRISTMAS LIGHTS GLOW
OUTSIDE THE GROUND IS COVERED BY SNOW
THERE IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR ME
YOU SEE THE FACT IS 'I'M A KIWI'
AS I TRY TO STAY WARM AND FILL MY TUM
I'M IN THE U.K BUT IN N.Z IS MY MUM
I THINK OF HER WHILE I SIP MY BREW
SHE'LL BE SITTING BY THE B.B.Q
WARM AND SUNNY SANTA HAS NO SLEIGH
JUST A SURFBOARD & A WAVE ON ITS WAY
SO I HOPE FOR NOW SANTA GOT MY LETTER
ALL I WANT IS MY MUM THERE IS NOTHING BETTER!!!
Rachel-erika Henderson 2010

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TY ALL FRIENDS

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A LETTER FOR CHRISTMAS

Dearest Sweetheart

It's Christmas for you too, my dear.

Where 'ave your sharp eyes befallen,
where has your long card list
gone astray in these city wilds
with its sweet scented snowy pages?

Where has your cold dream gone
to find me at this far and lonely
distance: The lulling waves
of our sea kissing the prow of

Ketches in the harbor song:
bell of the slow-dipped buoy
clanging eerily in the lumbering dark:
or was it the song of high geese

in the foggy winter air that awoke
you from your sad dream: billed
laughter like a giddy girl:
ivory silk dress of the snow:

memory from so long ago: What
was it that tied us desperately
to the fishing boats at that harbor
shore. Was it your velvet passion

both then and now that still lights
the waxy wicks at the curtained
windows in the stale sea night; Or
my malty mug of beer and ashtray left

on the far side of the table where
my black slicker is hung over
the back of your armless kitchen
chair? Are you remembering me: how

the fog horn's low murmured horn:
solitary note played its deep
unshackled monotone song: muted cloud:
lifts into the fast-misty cat-whiskered

night where we whispered our
carved words and laughter beneath
the warm and downy quilts: hand
sown by your grandmother: made with

a stark craziness to heat and capture
the wet musky scent of lovers
twisted under her wide design.
Sigh like a sleeping doe:

have you thanked your sweet skinny
sister for the beeswax to make
the candles for our wondrous
nights, or the bearded lame man

down the grassy, wind-blown hill
with the brown-n-white cow; for
the milk he leaves on the stoop
each morning as the sun begins

to slip its soft glow above the rim
of the frolicking waves. Do you
still dream of me my dear like
when you rode the handle bars

of my rusty bent bike: all the way
to Millertown and Danbury. The day
that Herbert's spotted dog chased
us, barking all the way up the

grade on grandma Jeans bumpy
road. I was so winded from pumping
you over the crest: you insisted you
peddle for a furlong or more. Ah, it

was a good day my darlin', and
when it flash-rained, the little wash
filled to a stream and we hid in Bob
Miller's old barn; I think we made

Katie that day. That was March
and you were swellin' by June: like
you had a melon under your skirt:
hips like a ship I always said:

and you'd laugh the laugh of two
Guinea hens that laid an egg
at the same time: minute within
the hour on the mantle clock.

I'm still dreamin' of you my dear
sweet woman, sweet-peas tied
into the ribbons of your hair.
I send you all my deep love:

for this separated Christmas
and give little Katie a kiss
and I hope the money I send
will buy Daniel that new bike.

Your ever-lovin' starboard man.



© RH Peat. 12/2003

Form: free verse narrative

A letter of passion for Christmas

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b]POINSETTIA,
OF ALL THE BLOOMS


Of all the blooms at Christmas tide,
We love the Flame Heart most;
Great blobs of red Poinsettia
Pay tribute to a merry host,
Commingled with the snowy euphorbia,
Herald the month of December ,
Whispering tales of virgin birth,
Bringing gifts and mirth beside,
Lest we forget to remember ,
Renew love’s message on the earth.

Great splashes of Poinsettia
Colour the plains of Liguanea,
Bloom below the Wareika hills,
Nestle by many rural rills;
Bright , bright the sign of gaiety
Blazes from the joyful gleaming
Of people in the Yuletide streaming;
Myriads are the city pepper lights
Shining from the giant Christmas tree
In vain with the stars competing
Celebrating from the ornate sky ;
But the red , red Poinsettia
Silently whispers an ancient tale
Of angels singing from celestial veil
A song of glory to God on high,
On the eve of Christmas dawning.



Red , red the Flame Heart, red Poinsettia,
Six months red and six months green,
Commingled with the white euphorbia,
Contrasting in their blended unity;
Of all the blooms of December,
The one we love to favour,
The red, red blooms so bold
With their touches of gold,
Relating the immaculate birth
That Incarnate Peace once came to earth.
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( Written by Oren O. Cousins ,1995) [/quote]

BabyDoll that is simple beautiful...........I love it.....thanks for adding this wonderful poem........love asha[/quote]

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Asha, my neighbour;s son took this beautiful picture of the poinsettia , in his garden. Don't confuse it with the Internet picture now,......(Smile)

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