Competition Entry

Here is a story untold, watch and listen as it unfolds.
We always hear that Old Saint Nick flew down chimneys, but what if it never happened that swiftly?
What if he was pushed by his own luck and spilled all his presents that the children conceitedly took?
What if he set himself on fire just trying to be admired?
What if the story wasn’t in the book and he was only driven to get the audience to look?
What if there wasn’t such a happily ever after and all that is left is a repetitive disaster?

silver snowflakes shimmering and glistening
dancing in the sky
golden lights glitter
everything is still and silent
frozen in time
a tree is adorned with tinsel and golden lights
such a wonderful time
filled with the amazing smell of thyme

Snowflakes twirl like sugar spun
On rooftops kissed by setting sun.
The chimney hums a carol tune,
While reindeer race beneath the moon.
Stockings hang in hopeful rows,
By fireside’s dance of amber glows.
Cinnamon dreams and pine-sweet air,
Wrap every room in tender care.
Tinsel trails like comet light,
Through halls aglow with red and white.
Cookies stacked in secret piles,
For midnight guests with jolly smiles.
A sleigh bell rings—a hush, a thrill—
The world leans in, the night stands still.
And in that pause, a wish takes flight:
Peace, love, and joy burn warm and bright.

Christmas is for when families come together,
As together is always better,
Seeing faces after a long time,
It’s more than just fine,
It’s Christmas!

For kids being good
And Santa getting the goodies really good,
Rudolph flies all night,
And in the air,
Santa holds his breath all night,
It’s called Christmas!

The bells are ringing
And the jewels are blingin’
for me

I’ll be stealin’ this Christmas
you’ll see

Merry christmas
Merry christmas
To me

No breath of wind no gleam of sun
still the white snow whirls softly down,
Twig and bough and blade and thorn
all in an icy quiet form,
whispering, rustling through the air
on still and stone roof everywhere
It heaps its powdery flakes on every tree
a mountain makes
‘Til pale and fate at shut of day
stoops from the West one wintery ray
Feathered in fire where ghosts the moon
a robin shrills its lonely tune.

Sleigh bells ring,
the moon illuminates the sky and glows.
The air is filled with joy and happiness,
everywhere someone goes.

No matter if it’s a town or village,
no matter if it’s a city or street.
Christmas is everywhere,
for everybody to meet.

Christmas can be spread
in many different ways.
Sometimes it can even be spread,
when it isn’t Christmas days.

Sometimes you have to spread Christmas,
perhaps by trying something new.
Sometimes if you spread Christmas,
all your Christmas wishes will come true.

Remember Christmas is about spreading cheer,
and is not about what you get.
Christmas is about helping people,
people you know or haven’t even met.

So spread the joy,
by putting a smile on somebody’s face.
Spread the joy,
no matter where you are or the place.

Am! Nam! Nam!
Eating cookies, drinking milk
Distributing gifts while sitting on a sleigh,
And guiding the reindeers swiftly,
Decorating Christmas trees,
With ornaments and hanging stockings,
Sitting cosily by the fire,
And drinking hot chocolate,
Eating lots of candy with our families,
Wearing a scarf and building a snowman,
That’s what Christmas is about!
Do you know what it is?
The festival is Christmas!

World War 1, the battlefield burns,
yet songs of joy were sung.
We will remember that one Christmas day,
and how it all begun.

Maybe a little ray of Christmas hope was shining,
or soldiers felt the true Christmas joy.
Maybe they thought about their countries,
and thought about each and every girl and boy.

They knew they needed a break,
to all sing a Christmas song.
They needed to rejoice again,
because they hadn’t felt safe for so long.

So they all sang together,
through sadness and through pain.
They still sang together,
knowing they weren’t going to see each other again.

So here, very long after,
it’s a place we remember their name.
The battlefield looks very different,
and is not at all the same.

And now we sing,
to remember what happened that December day.
When they laughed and rejoiced,
even when the skies were grey.

The touching winter tale’s
At long last come to my place.
The snow is everywhere,
I don’t want to avoid the nice snare.

In the morning – icy mood,
In the afternoon – being crude
Stepping on the big dropped bunch…
Do you hear that snow crunch?

In the evening – the bling blings
Covering my playground.
Please, don’t touch those things
Don’t be so frowned.

You will enjoy that beauty.
Try to memorize
Don’t be so much moody
And my winter gives to you the prize.

You’ll see how much your imagination
Can be amazed at night.
You’ll see the millions of shining stars
Twinkles, shimmers. They stun!
They will be glistening brightly
Like drops of water in the sun.