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Ice and Snow

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People never tell of ice
Or the snow that glitters nice
Or of the icy crunchy snow
Of that most people do not know
The crunch that sounds beneath your feet
As your sole and ice compete
When in the morning as you wake
You see a single white snow flake
You look out of the iced window
The look out seems so very low
Because the snow fell all night
It has left behind its sheet of white 

Helen Windass

Christmas lights

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Christmas Lights

My son lives in Florida with his spouse 
I was visiting them at their house 

On my last day in the warm sunlight 
He was outside hanging a Christmas light 

I walked outside and my eyes started to tear
Because my wife is no longer hear

I always disliked hanging Christmas lights
Early comes the winter days and nights

My wife would always give me directions 
On how to hang the decorations 

I now miss hearing my wife say
No don’t do it that way 

I didn’t always take her advice
To hear her now would really be nice 

Michael Gelb

Christmas cheer

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Many children’s faces waiting for time to fly,
Beaming little faces with excitement in their eyes,
Knowing Santa Claus is coming with his sleigh of toys,
And gifts for all the family, but especially girls and boys.
Christmas time is here again with holly and mistletoe,
Turkey, stuffing and Christmas pud, and carols wherever you go.
Parties, crackers and mulled wine, mince pies and Ye Olde Yule log.
Kisses under the mistletoe, and extra cuddles for the dog.
This is a special time of year, joining family and friends,
Enjoying festive fun that we never want to end.
But we never should forget the reason for it all,
That little baby Jesus was born at Christmas in a stall,
Surrounded by angels, shepherds and wise men,
He came on earth to bring us hope, and peace to all men.
So Merry Christmas, God bless all creatures great and small,
May a brand New Year bring peace and love to us all.

                                                           JAN IMESON

Christmas eve

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All was quite on Christmas Eve

Not a sound could be heard

For I was waiting for Santa

In the silence something stirred

 

I heard the sound of tinkling bells

Echoing through the night

Could this be Santa Clause?

On his sleigh all bathed in light

 

O please Santa don’t forget me

For I have been good and true

O Santa please don’t let me down

I would like something special from you

 

Instead of bringing me presents

I ask nothing at all for me

Just wrap all the spirit of Christmas

And deliver it for all to see

 

The spirit of Christmas is magical

Lets touch those in need

Let it touch those that are starving

Giving nourishment for all to feed

 

Let it comfort the lost and lonely

And to all those and their own

Bring the spirit of Christmas

As they sit alone at home

 

Bring laughter back into this world

Let it lift up and sustain

Shower it down on those that suffer

To bring peace into their life again

 

As the tinkling bells drew nearer

I hoped Santa heard my plea

That all my prayers would be answered

And the presents he’d leave for me

 

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

CHRISTMAS NEWS FLASH

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Please can you help

Santa’s lost his reindeer

He does not know where to look

He’s even looked up the chimney

And then got covered in soot

So if you have seen his reindeer

Just give him a call

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Or go to Santa’s grotto

And knock upon his door

So please help poor Santa

So if you have seen Santa’s reindeer

Just give him a call

On Lapland 23234

By Thomas Sims

Christmas morn

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The old clock chimes,
Expectations to meet.
Traditions set, like the TV repeat.
Smothered in tinsel
Stands the twinkling mass
Whilst we drown in our sherry,
Hide in our glass.
Burdens too heavy, snow too deep.
A lifetimes emotion. Broken sleep.
And yet, He delivers and hope is born
Faith renewed on Christmas morn.
Gifts given and eyes to see.
Peace and freedom just to be.
Releasing the pressure and disbelief.
Forgotten heartache; intense relief
Finding trinkets full of pleasure.
Jewels that sparkle, precious treasure.
A sacred devotion to soothe the soul
Love to sustain us.
Bethlehem’s goal.

PAM MELLOR

My Ice Queen

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She stands before me with icy stare, 
I dare not breathe; do not dare.

For one cloud of breath toward Her Grace
may break an icicle from flawless face

Forced to my knees by daggers of ice, 
my back they stab, and my wrists they slice.

She stands before me, regal and royal, 
never content with Servants’ toil.

Snow-dusted willows attack my skin, 
the rule of my Queen will always win.

I say not a thing, for my words are strong, 
to batter her beauty all day long.

Attack like a bull, and shatter to shards, 
the Queen of Diamonds, with all the cards.

In her eyes hides longing gleam; 
burning desire to run free as a stream.

A candle I’ll hold, like never seen; 
an endless flame to melt my Queen.

Death of much; an affordable price, 
in order to rescue my Queen of Ice. 

Dan Brown

Christmas eve

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All was quiet on Christmas Eve

Not a sound could be heard

For I was waiting for Santa

In the silence something stirred

 

I heard the sound of tinkling bells

Echoing through the night

Could this be Santa Clause?

On his sleigh all bathed in light

 

O please Santa don’t forget me

For I have been good and true

O Santa please don’t let me down

I would like something special from you

 

Instead of bringing me presents

I ask nothing at all for me

Just wrap all the spirit of Christmas

And deliver it for all to see

 

The spirit of Christmas is magical

Lets touch those in need

Let it touch those that are starving

Giving nourishment for all to feed

 

Let it comfort the lost and lonely

And to all those and their own

Bring the spirit of Christmas

As they sit alone at home

 

Bring laughter back into this world

Let it lift up and sustain

Shower it down on those that suffer

To bring peace into their life again

 

As the tinkling bells drew nearer

I hoped Santa heard my plea

That all my prayers would be answered

And the presents he’d leave for me

 

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Christmas

 

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See the pretty lights a twinkling

See the children’s faces of delight

Viewing the Christmas decorations

In splendour light up the night

 

The sound of carols fills the air

Sung by a children’s choir

The smell of chestnuts

Roasting on an open fire

 

Santa Clause on his slay

Riding through the streets

See the children’s eyes wide open

As he greets them all with sweets

 

Carols singers at the door

Sing two lines of the first noel

The goose is getting fat

Then they ring the bell

 

It is all part of the Christmas Spirit

A time of Christmas, cheer

A time when all get together

A time we hold so dear

 

A Merry Christmas to everyone

Where ever you may be

Remember to make a wish

Standing around the Christmas tree

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

IS THIS THE LARGEST CHRISTMAS TREE IN THE WORLD ?

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CHRISTMAS TREE OBELISK INDIANAPOLIS 

35 metres tall 

The Christmas Box – Promote Yourself

My name’s Christopher Flame I’m 22. I’ve been writing for a number of years.
I come from east London – UK.
I’m currently in Swindon waiting to start a course to go onto study English literature at university.
I love to write about a variety of things really. the one below is quite a personal one of mine, its also featured on my blog. (I believe you gave it a like)
christopherflame.wordpress.com

but I love to observe, people watch, as do a lot of writers and artists. sometimes to the point you forget your own life and existence a little bit.
but anyway, I hope you like it.

 

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We are not a family.
But the question intrudes
On a year of apathy.
“When is the tree going up?”
“Soon.” She would say.

We left it as long as possible.

Then my dad would enter the loft.
And reveal the Christmas box
Harboring the nostalgia,
The smell of old tinsel,
And last years dusty smiles

Christmas inside of a cracker,
Joined by it for a brief second,
A pull,
A snap,
and it’s gone.

We are not a family.

But hell,
I can be drawn in.
By the hypnosis of the fibre optic tree
Or the coke advert on t.v.
And believe its real for a moment.
As if we are held together by tired pieces of sticky tape,
Straight from last years multipack.

Then, at the end.
We make a relic of it all,
And pack the love and laughter
Back into the box.
Back into the loft.
For another year.
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See the pretty lights a twinkling

See the children’s faces of delight

Viewing the Christmas decorations

In splendour light up the night

 

The sound of carols fills the air

Sung by a children’s choir

The smell of chestnuts

Roasting on an open fire

 

Santa Clause on his slay

Riding through the streets

See the children’s eyes wide open

As he greets them all with sweets

 

Carols singers at the door

Sing two lines of the first noel

The goose is getting fat

Then they ring the bell

 

It is all part of the Christmas Spirit

A time of Christmas, cheer

A time when all get together

A time we hold so dear

 

A Merry Christmas to everyone

Where ever you may be

Remember to make a wish

Standing around the Christmas tree

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

A SOLDIER’S CHRISTMAS

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
in a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.

I had come down the chimney with presents to give,
and to see just who in this little house lived.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
No tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.

No Stockings by mantle, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.

With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sobering thought came through my mind.

For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
The home of a soldier, I could now see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in this one bedroom home.

The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I picture a United States Soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I’d just read?
Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed?

I realized the families that I saw this night,
owed their lives to these soldiers who were willing to fight.

Soon round the world, the children would play,
and grownups would celebrate a bright Christmas day.

Soldiers Christmas

Toys’ and things

 

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When it came to holidays

Mama had everything under control,

Baking cookies, wrapping presents

Even decorating the hall.

 

Christmas Eve kept everyone busy

And the house full of holiday cheer.

Papa and Jimmy left at daybreak

On the hunt for the perfect deer.

 

We’d wake up Christmas morning

Feeling the keen sense of surprise,

Excitement in our hearts

The minute we opened our eyes.

 

In our pajamas, hair all a muss,

We stretched and yawned, still half asleep.

Out of bed before Mama and Papa

We managed a sneaky little peek.

 

Catching sunbeams through the open window

Were the branches of a scrawny little tree.

Underneath were handmade toys ’n’ things,

The most thankful sight we ever did see.

 

©2009 Remembering

Sharla Lee shults

Clumsy santa’s nightmare

 

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As Santa prepared for Christmas

Putting all the toys in his sack

As he lifted the toys on his sleigh

It was then that he hurt his back

 

He went to the front of his sleigh

To make sure Rudolph had a shiny nose

It was then one the reindeers

Stood on one of Santa’s toes

 

Santa laughed it off as quite funny

As he hobbled back to his sleigh

Just as he was about to get in

The reindeer rose up and flew away

 

Santa by this time was angry

And took it out on Snowman Pete

Santa pushed Snowman Pete over

 Ending up in a very large heap

 

It was then that Santa realized

As he awoke from his bed that night

For he had experienced a terrible nightmare

Giving Santa a horrible fright

 

So Santa was not so clumsy

At last Santa was on his way

All the toys were delivered

To the children on Christmas Day

 

Malcolm G Bradshaw

Constant Pain – Promote Yourself

 

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which is always there with me

There is absolutely no gain

In pretending what others want you to be

May be the pain will fizzle out

but I will miss its presence

Among all these self doubts

Constant pain is my life’s essence

Gaurab   Country : India

Blog : http://processingthelife.com/about/

About : I like travelling and photography. I’m an avid reader, I also write,mostly about my experiences and journeys. 🙂

Walking by Landmarks

 

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I took a walk outside the other day
And realized the world has remained the same
The fields are changing as the
Clouds build their quiet momentum
But the stroll is a similar cadence
One can never be moving too soon
While in life missing steps
Would be
A bit nerve wracking
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I took a walk outside the other day
Skies with their hue of golden blues
Will always brighten my day
Even as the wind’s ice take form
I seek a quiet comfort internally
Only to recognize again
The sudden calm’s change
Might be
A tad unrelenting
~
I took a walk outside the other day
And questioned what occurs
When my mind begins to sway
Off course into a never-land
Of energy no less endearing
Yet driven by our world’s demands.
Could be
A new awakening
~
I took a walk outside the other day
And when I listened to the sweet melody
Of simple pleasure in nature’s Grace
I could imagine a peace
A love of beauty and delight
Shed all aspects of the past
Only to relish a newer day again
Will we
Ever make allowances
~
I took a stroll while on a new avenue today
Noted the people’s intent to thrive in the gray
~
Thom Amundsen
http://thinkingoutloudagain.wordpress.com

LISTEN TO THE RAINBOW – Promote Yourself

 

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    Red         

Hear the blood shed,

(Orange) Clementine

Unspoken words, blurred lines,

 

Yellow

Refusal to shout, to bellow,

Green

No words shared; between,

 

Blue

Inaction, injustice we rue,

Indigo

From despair, rises a human archipelago;

Violet

We must no longer be quiet.

Wendy Shreve

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