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Christmas Eve - (a poem).

by David Braybrooke
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Snowflakes and lanterns light sugary dreams,
Bright colored parcels and tinsel in reams,
Mistletoe crawling across oaken beams.
Carolers warbling those festive old themes.

Reindeers dancing with ice covered sleighs,
Churchgoers gather from out of the haze,
Turkeys are roasting on silverware trays,
With pine crackling fireplace warming the days.

Rum balls with fruit cake and apricot log,
Ivy and berries and spit roasted hog,
Shop fronts are glistening from out of the fog,
Shining their wares over footstepping bog.

Christmas Eve fantasies covered in white,
Wishes for presents and toys at first light,
Santa is coming and try as you might,
Your eyelids are drifting, to all a good night.


(Permission given from author to publish).
Anyone got a Christmas poem to share? ...
  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    That poem reminded me of my Christmas in Germany for some reason.

    I don't know any - I'd have to make it up. I don't feel like it.
    It's all good though because my poetry stinks. Hummm...anyone ever write a poem about
    a Christmas tree getting sprayed by a skunk?
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  • Profile picture of the author sbucciarel
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    Grandma got run over by a reindeer
    Walking home from our house Christmas eve
    You can say there's no such thing as Santa
    But as for me and Grandpa, we believe

    She'd been drinkin' too much egg nog
    And we'd begged her not to go
    But she'd left her medication
    So she stumbled out the door into the snow

    When they found her Christmas mornin'
    At the scene of the attack
    There were hoof prints on her forehead
    And incriminatin' Claus marks on her back...
    Whoops ... wrong poem. I mean, "The Night Before Christmas" is my favorite
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    • Profile picture of the author tagiscom
      Originally Posted by sbucciarel View Post

      Whoops ... wrong poem. I mean, "The Night Before Christmas" is my favorite
      Hmmm, it is only a matter of time before Claude or Dan show up in one of these poems! :rolleyes:

      Can't wait! He, he! :p


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      • Profile picture of the author whateverpedia
        Originally Posted by tagiscom View Post

        Hmmm, it is only a matter of time before Claude or Dan show up in one of these poems! :rolleyes:

        Can't wait! He, he! :p


        Shane
        Another portent?
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  • Profile picture of the author laurencewins
    Sal, was that before or after you got drunk? lol.
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    • Profile picture of the author HeySal
      Originally Posted by laurencewins View Post

      Sal, was that before or after you got drunk? lol.
      I very rarely drink, and then not much. I'm actually this crass, shallow, insipid, opinionated, and irritating all on my own. :p

      Well, it must be Christmas time,
      Seems everyone is spewing rhyme,
      and if that is not just enough,
      I have to gift-wrap all this stuff.
      You can't just stick it 'neath the tree
      It needs bows and ribbons and fiddle dee dee.
      Maybe drunk is what I SHOULD be.
      Merry Christmas to thou and thee.
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      Beyond the Path

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