Hi my good friends. Happy holidays to you all. Yes, yes… I know it’s been a long while since I wrote last. I offer no excuses but ask merely that you forgive.
As you’ve probably noticed… it’s Christmas time. If you’ve been loyal reader of my holiday offerings, you are no doubt aware of the wide range of sentiments found within the lines of my Christmas poems. They’re sweet and sour, usually up, down and all around.
With this in mind, here is a mishmash of four of this year’s holiday scrawls.
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Letters to Santa
Letters had been written,
Each laced with childhood’s truth.
The kids had been good all year…
They deserved their Christmas loot.
But a dark cloud of worry arose…
What if Santa doubted their notes?
How to help St. Nick decide?
The answer was quite simple…
They’d offer Claus a bribe.
Best to cover all bases…
Sylvia left a glass of milk.
Owen put cookies on a tray.
Santa would be coming tonight…
All had to be right today.
Now it was off to bed for the kiddies.
Next morning early, the children awoke.
Sylvia and Owen bounced down the stairs.
The room filled with squeals of delight…
All they had wished for was there.
Childhood is a time when dreams can come true…
We hope that Santa will be good to you too.
Alexis and Stash
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Dear Santa,
I’ve tried to be very good this year
But it’s possible that I’ve failed, I fear.
All I’ve done was with good intentions…
Without bad motives or false pretensions.
But all I tried has come back to haunt me.
I did so much but yet they taunt me.
Where exactly did I go wrong?
Maybe folks need a happier song.
Help me, my friend… my North Pole resident,
Very truly yours,, a weary White House President,
Donny
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Bah!
Have you been out and about lately?
Have you gone to your favorite store?
There is no Christmas out there…
It seems holidays are an odious chore.
People’s faces look so miserable.
Like they’re at a loved one’s wake.
And they behave so very uncivil…
What’s their problem, for goodness sake?
No smile, no warmth, no simple kindness.
What I’d give for an “excuse me” or “thank you”.
Why so rude and discourteous?
Why that gesture that means, “Go screw!”?
Carols play and decorations are everywhere.
Wreaths, mistletoe and tinseled trees.
Sadly, they’re only half hearted efforts,
Lacking in a true spirit of Humanity.
Oh well…. maybe I was just having a bad day…
Merry Christmas to you all…. anyway.
Stash
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The Magic of the Eve
It snowed yesterday
But tonight the sky was clear.
Owen was super excited
Because he knew that Santa was near.
Sylvia slept blissfully in her crib.
Warm and safe, without any fear.
Soon would be the arrival of
A man, a sleigh and its deer.
Children wrapped in a family’s love…
United by a bond no one could part.
Sharing in their innocent ways
A common happiness of the heart..
Christmas… a magical time for children…
The electric excitement of Xmas eve.
But we all can share in that feeling…
We have but to merely believe.
Stash ❤️
Well, that’s it for now, my friends. Stay well, have a happy holiday and a healthy, prosperous new year.
Your buddy, your pal, Stash