The old man sits in a coat,
shivering cold,
overhearing stories about Christ being told.
He goes to sleep while the bongs and beeps,
the moon is flying across the creeps.
While he sleeps,
people give him gifts,
so this Christmas give a homeless person
a special gift
that the homeless person will lift and love.
There He lay
Surrounded
By shepherds
And animals
Who kneeled
Before him
Each longing for a glimpse
Awed by his presence
Each offering gifts
Expensive, bought with gold
To the new born King
Yet no one noticed
The bed he slept on
Had no pillow
Moved by the sight
A selfless stork
Pulled out the feathers
Of his own skin
And made the most comfortable pillow
Any baby could ask for
This act
Outlived the stork
By a few centuries
And more
And we still remember him
And the joy of giving gifts
Not from money
But from the heart
The wood is burning in their fire,
Whilst the snowflakes fall outside,
I always thought Christmas was a liar,
Summer is an easier ride.
The streets are cold and damp,
The air is ever so thin,
But my heart always seems to have a cramp,
No matter what situation I’m in.
My teeth chatter,
My mind is bare,
I might win over a few pennies,
Though that is very rare.
Steam climbs out of chimneys,
And the sky is full of stars,
Everyone fortunate celebrates,
But they never think about those who aren’t.
Silent dusk,
a tear sizzles down his cheek –
solitary;
the solider wishes for Santa.
Gleaming lights of the city,
makes him long for
home;
his eyes set on the sky.
Trailing between December clouds,
a sparkle of reindeer dust –
his longing fingers
a new sunrise in his eyes.
And yet, his vulnerable fingers…
he steps back, teary-eyed
reindeer dust or another gun shot?
Merry Christmas, Soldier!
Mommy, what’s Christmas?
It’s a time were people celebrate Jesus’s birthday.
Daddy, what’s christmas?
Oh it’s a time were we hang decorations.
Nanny, what’s Christmas?
Ha, it’s a time were Santa comes to your house but only if you are good.
Mommy, Daddy and Nanny, what’s Christmas ?
Blablabla!
The tinkling of Christmas bells rings in the air.
Shoppers are filled with the spirit of giving.
The less fortunate receive more loving care.
Strangers smile at each other as they pass by.
Religious houses are filled with worshippers.
Carols and hymns are sung with great joy.
Families gather to give thanks and feast.
The season of peace gently blankets the land.
If only it could last the whole year through
Questions I would love to ask Santa,
Do you ever have a rest?
Do you ever change your clothes?
How often do you take a warm bath?
Do you have streaming hot water in the shower?
Snow is white
Although for sudden
Never forget the snow
To get the fautes of SANTA
All is left is a tiny drip which we don’t know what it is