Christmas

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  Twas the night of Christmasween And this not a twisted dreamLittle kids screamWhen their nightlight stops its bright beamWith their look is nothing but meanSmiles that looks like a stream
If hustle and bustle Is all that we know, Then what do you do when There's nowhere to go? With lights aglow And hearts below How can we not Want somewhere to go?
Dasher, Dancer, Smoke a pack Prancer, cancer Hit the sack. One day you'll wake And realize you Need to stop For their sake, too.
what's worse? Having to set up for a Christmas party or hosting a party your parents were supposed to throw? what's worse? seeing your mother sobbing hysterically or keeping yourself from doing so? What's worse?
what's worse? Having to set up for a Christmas party or hosting a party your parents were supposed to throw? what's worse? seeing your mother sobbing hysterically or keeping yourself from doing so? What's worse?
My hand shakes as I knock on my mothers door I’d been a believer since I was born. She promptly appeared, an eyebrow raised. I then proceeded to make my case.  
I learned I was growing up, On a cold, snowy day After returning from the christmas holiday   I learned I was growing up When I heard whispers of other students; "Did you hear?"
This holiday is hollow, These cheery ones are lost. Everyone is happy, It seems Everyone But me. I always feel alone,
There is the tall elf named Buddy, Who is Santa Claus' quick study. Throwing a lot of snow balls, "Hi, daddy," the human calls, He falls down and gets all muddy.
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Qwanza! Whatever holiday you choose, This is the magical time of the year. There is so much we can do. It does not hurt to take a break and celebrate.
Christmas: a tiny holy thingy blinking strings tie often streetpoles redded hands in boiling coffee not in mates palms smile holds a teeth holes sauced up by dentist.
Do you remember your days of Christmas time,With spirits high and joy unending?Those are my days of primeWhen I knew Santa was descending. Outside is a cold and chilly night,With snow floating and huddling on the ground.But in the house there is a
The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas that you celebrated on Earth.You were a kind and loving mother for 41 and a half years after my birth.When March the 6th arrived, you wouldn't have a tomorrow.
In Fall, there are orange leaves on all the trees. It's the season of my birthday and Halloween. It's very dandy to get all that candy.
Listen, my children, and you shall hearOf the midnight ride of 8 reindeer.In the month of December-- day 25A fat, old man gets in to drive.In a sleigh all filled with boats and toys
No one else around  Snow falls softly to the ground  First snow of the year
Stars in the night Shepherds and wise men saw the star, That let them to the king of all
Dear santa clause, this christmas make me happy  not bull shit reason for the season happy  real happy belly laughing happy  present, never wanting this moment to end happy 
Early dawn in the bed when you cried out for your mother And you choked on your tears as they rolled you down the stairs They said by god’s grace but it was really just a stretcher and sirens
The brilliant dark is terrifying. It is brighter then any soul is dark But darker Then the power of any blazing suns light. All this And yet it is empty. All you can hear Is the echos
 Christmas? Is that you?Man, you've come around quickly, are you sure it's not too soon?No? Okay. Gee then I better get myself into the spirit againBrace myself for all that Christmas music, those jolly tunes
Merry Christmas my sweet. I’ve written you a few poems, but the list will grow, for how can one not share this intense sensation burning inside when it’s brighter than anything else?
Dear Christmas Decorations, Year after year, your gold-wrapped traditions engulf this small home.   On the window sill sit dainty figurines
Every Christmas, I see a great deal of goodwill and cheer. I love the warmth and giving, from both afar and near.   In World War I, at Christmas, soldiers stopped fighting each other,
A year ago I was wrapping gifts in red ribbons shaking bells around a Christmas fire And using a half of a roll of tape per gift wrapped Today, a year later I lay in bed
A year ago I was wrapping gifts in red ribbons shaking bells around a Christmas fire And using a half of a roll of tape per gift wrapped Today, a year later I lay in bed
A midsummer’s day sun Prickling for attention   It’s aggravating rays Praying for an end to dog days   And when the days grow short
Frost Breathe Heaving through Icicle lungs.   Wind Force Pushing past Frozen bodies. Cold Lush
Dear Christmas,   You are like a first love, I was obsessed with you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. But I got older, we grew apart. And then you were a memory.  
In the entire history of humanitythere was but One Manwho practiced love and anmityas perfect as one can.He is better than any otherand no one could come close.He cared for me like a brother
The door displays a white and purple wreath   (which cost $5.99 at Marshall's). Some people are visiting distant family, and most of our Christian friends    attend Christmas Eve Mass.
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, Had a very shiny nose, But he didn't save Christmas, That's just the story they chose.   Yeah we all picked on him, We didn't know what to do,
The snow falls, a blanket of white a cover of black.   Two lovers stroll hands clasped and eyes locked. Lost in a world of magic.   They are one; completely surrendering
Of all the people I have met over the years You seem to stick on my mind after a few beers You have a good head on your shoulders and a pure soul to your name I hope one day that I have the same
Every Christmas was a good Christmas when you were around.But it stopped being good after you were lowered ino the ground.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town, All the doors were shut tight, the houses locked down. The alarms were set by each door with care, In hopes that a burglar soon wouldn’t be there.
A white blanket covers the soft ground,  Fire crackles its vibrant heat into the frigid air Stocking hang above, waiting to be filled Sweet smells wafts from the kitchen 
The most wonderful time of the year Christmas time gone are the stressors, finals, and due dates Christmas time always filled with joy and happiness Christmas time a season of greetings and family
What makes me feel good? The day the roar of classic carols ripple through my high school choir. It may be August but we're prepared, even if the conductor is not.
I see Snow stick to the hard, brittle grass Twinkling lights reflect off car windows Little boys and girls playing with their toys Cookies stacked on a table set for many people
A sun gleaming red and green A time that disappoints the people who have been mean A time of anticipation from young to old, even the teens A time that reality has overshadowed by a dream  
On the first day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, A partridge in a pear tree. I have a Bradford pear tree in My front yard, But what the heck is a partridge?
One step to the left and,      Already dead I pull-poked the wonderings out of my head. They slimed and they slithered Into the pool To recreate moments of frivolous drool That deemed little merit
You were taken from your own home To get us through this holiday. I know that must be bothersome, But accept you are here to stay.   Suffocated in lights of white, And weighted down with memories.
Christmas  Oh what a time of celebration, When everyone you love come together with much cheer and joy. Proceeding closer and closer to a new year. 
The Bag   Here I am. I am not a scam.   Someone left me here. I am filled with Christmas cheer.  
"The winter comes The summer goes The ground is covered up by snow The summer comes The winter goes Steams from glaciers finally flow The winter comes The summer goes
There's something I need to tell you, My story is short enough to expose.  I am no saint,
Christmas sweets There good enough to eat They make you smile For a little bit, or awhile!
As I was descending from my declavity, with such an excessive velocity, suddenly I precipitated on a Holigorized thoroughfare.
Christmas Lights, Whose power so bright. But not brighter than the grimaces hung from every face in sight. Joyous music fills the air, Holiday decorations fashioned everywhere. But not a holiday spirit can be found, not here, nor there.
Why The Grinch Hates The Who: by Paul Gray (10,161 words)   I'm inspired by a rhyme so I write with my pen Telling stories with rhythmic rhymed verse now and then  
Being excited to start the New Year Knowing there is nothing to bring you bad fear Maybe you’ll get up and grab you a beer Happy and joyful for the upcoming cheer   Family and friends will all gather around
Being excited to start the New Year Knowing there is nothing to bring you bad fear Maybe you’ll get up and grab you a beer Happy and joyful for the upcoming cheer   Family and friends will all gather around
 Santa is quite famous with all the girls and boys;He slips silently down the chimney with a bag of toys;His boots are brightly shining his coat is velvet soft;His beard is gleaming white all his buckles polished off;He places many presents beneat
day and night would she might wait longing to read for something to be written about her   by the times hitting halves of one he called her back but she cut
A christmas wish
  I am controlled by this Bryiana, What story has my face have told? Her very presence sends a chill of electricity down my spine
It means waking up late, no pace to the day and watching the sun race on, its cold floors, warm breakfasts, snowflakes, and skates. It means following the train tracks, ending up in the same place,
Sitting under the Christmas tree, Watching reindeer grazing in shade, Red fruit and green leaves glowing from far, Waiting for Santa clause,  Come and fetch give to kids,
There is only one thing I Want for Christmas. One wish that may never come true.
It's a festive, all want gifts... Some like kiss, some like hug, Some like rings, some like else, And some like together as one for life, Some like hear 'I love you' in festive time,
It Is time To let go Of the past And move on, To the future. You Don’t Have to do it by
Children laughing and Having a merry time while playing, Reindeer games all around. I wish I could see Santa in his sleigh on Christmas Eve. Time of the year where everyone rejoices.
The boss at Christmas is named John He runs a church festival on the church lawn His staff doesn't know the difference What? They couldn't refference? Between a platter and a plate
Lights sparkling, snow falling. Family's laughing, cookies baking. Stories being told, gifts being wrapped. Socks and slippers. Chilli and soup. These are a few of my favorite things.  
In the Sea of school work, amidst waves of worry, With due dates compiled in a violent fury, Stands and island where two weeks rest shall be gained,  A peculiar little island with a snowy terrain.  
Say goodbye to the pain of the past A new season has begun! I love Christmastime Seeing the beautiful midnight sun Fooling around with your partner in crime   Time to spend with our loved ones
Christmast time.  The best time of the year.  Growing up in Arizona, Christmas also means some enjoyable wheather. Decorating the Chrismast tree,  Everyone is happy and full of cheer. 
The ghosts of Dickens' tale haunt me. Thy've many scenes for me to see. My present, past, And future last, And through them all I will find hope.   My journey starts with one small flame,
Come on down to Red Heads Resort Drink the incredible wine. Hear the rumblings of music All at Red Head’s Resort There you can find Many people from the world Full of culture and stories
The biggest gifts are presence and not presents,
They were a loving family says the photos covering every inch of the wall,  a small dog sleeps down in the living room while a growing boy slept upstairs,
A thoughtless grove is what i strole upon exsuse me if my words are'nt making any sence im just to far gone, im tryna think of the right things to sa
Christmas, the greatest time of year A time for joy, a time for cheer For such wonderful, innocent fun Even criminals recompense This joyous holiday I really love What fun! Surprise, more presents!
To God the most High,Is what the angel's sang.
Christmas Day, the supposed day of the birth of Jesus, is the day of giving presents, eating food, and spending long stretches of time with family.
I had always wondered about the family across the street
  Rain is a-fallin'
Christmas without you is like a heart without a beatChristmas without you is like peanut butter without jellyChristmas without you is like pie, with no apple peach or raspberry
  Grace in Structure             Yielding much ardor             An iron wall of enthrallment             Eyes take refuge in your standings
Illuminate the darkness,
Santa Clause real or fake,
Feelings of sadness.
In December I see a Christmas tree in our living room
Each tree is a soldier lined up for war, Motionless with its comrades, Eyeing stumps of fallen friends. Morituri te salutamus.   Dad carries the sparkling saw, its teeth
run from the wind the shore, the sea from the traitors of men and the locks and the keys. sprint from the castles the horses, the knights from the crown on the head and the storm within sight.
come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant!because who does christmas belong to, anyway?
Christmas Poem Thinking on what to say about Christmas I realized I was no expert, I do confess. It’s just always been a bedtime story, Of our savior born in Glory. I’ve lost some of the wonder
Pine needles fall Ornaments hang Its Christmas time, yet again.   Grandma's Christmas Grandpa's Christmas Mom's and Dad's Divorce has brought me more presents than Santa has.
Pine needles fall Ornaments hang Its Christmas time, yet again.   Grandma's Christmas Grandpa's Christmas Mom's and Dad's Divorce has brought me more presents than Santa has.
From the cobblestone path and onto the snow,
Christmas is a time Of joy and of cheer When family, shopping, and presents
Children screaming
  I swing my tongue back and forth, Flicking it across my lips, And lash out my arms Burning everything I touch   And I can feel their pain It feels so good
I believe in fairy tales so hopefully happiness can cure my soulI'm waiting on the Christmas bells praying Santa doesn't bring me coalI'm praying for Santa to give me those green eyes of happiness
Tick Tock Tick Tock Counting down the minutes. The clock never seems to speed up or slow down.
Snowflakes flutter, Pushed by the breeze. Snowflakes fly, Full of ease. Designed to be unique, Never one the same, Neither one has the same name. Fluttering by, Enchanting my eyes,
It's Christmas time The calender says December The people rush to shop There are many light to be seen It's Christmas time but is it?   It's Christmas time
During this time of year people are happy, and family is near. We often associate it with warmth and love adding the extra piece with the angel above.
Christmas Tree By: Linda Oostendorp  
Christmas time is here. It’s not about the presents. It’s about Jesus.
I step into the outside world and I say "oh yes, it feels like Christmas" And by "feels like Christmas" I do not mean "cold" If I tell you it feels like Chirstmas, I am feeling what some might call
Snow falling. Mother calling. Pies baking. Dog shaking. Ham burning. Stomach churning. Diner ready. I’m unsteady. Music started. Father farted. Tv’s on. Christmas marathon.
There is a saying "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." If life is like a box of chocolate then you know you're getting chocolate.
It was 11 o'clock on Christmas eve Everyone was heading to bed When all of the sudden someone said "do you hear that" Here what we said "the noise it's sounds like bells overhead"  
Oh joy! It's the time of the year again A time to give, a time to love, a time To be with your loved ones and share those times
Open it up, see what it is, The gift wrapped in a plastic bag. Dirty hands, uncut nails tear at that plastic bag. Agreat smile comes, along with joy. That child, lonely and homeless,
                The seasons change as days and weeks go by,             But winter is what I would like right now.             My favorite time is Christmas, I don’t lie,
Lord, how am I A humble carpenter, A lowly laborer, A servant even of servants, How am I to take this on?   On merciless straw And these hardened rocks The Mother of god lays
The poem, A Marvelous Day, is based on a prompt from my poetry writing course and the book Writing Poems by Boisseau, Michelle and Wallace, Robert.
The stockings hang   As He did A tree will rise in lighted splendor     With dozens of round twinkling eyes   All iris- all colors- they hang   Children and all expecting
Merry Christmas, the time is near. Smell of the Christmas tree. Everyone filled with great cheer. Christmas lights, shiny and so bright Christmas joy, I can fill all in the air.
I know an alligator was what you mentioned And I had a cute little one in mind But sadly, I didn't get you one Of any sort or any kind.
As Christmas approaches, And you sit by the tree, You look at the presents and wonder, "What more could there be?
As Christmas approaches, And you sit by the tree, You look at the presents and wonder, "What more could there be?
Snow drifting, falling to the ground Fire burning, family all around It's the time I've been dreaming of so long The first snow I walk outside, staring up in bliss Spin in circles, shriek at all I've missed
The Christmas Tree In the middle of the forest stood the prize Tall and proud it endured, the superior one It remained the unspoiled tree for all their eyes Year by year the treasure grew and was surpassed by none
A small glass ball so fragile I could easily crush it with my fist into tiny pieces too small to even see. But of course I won't glittering silver of gleaming gold and
Every time it's Christmas, I feel so jolly, because of Santa, reindeer, and of course, holly. Santa gives a jolly “HO! HO! HO!” but one Christmas Eve, I proclaimed, “No! Oh NO!”
It is snowing. The white specks are dancing. The world turns upside down. The reindeer are prancing. There is no wind in this world only the constant swirling. I stay rooted to the ground
Green leaves turn to brown, Grass covered in white. Every little girl and boy, Waiting for Christmas delight.
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