December 7, 2011

X-Mas Day 7

This poem is dedicated to Vinnie and his belief in the Blue Genie and the “magic” that he possesses.

At This Festive Holiday Season

At this festive holiday season,
I search my soul to find the reason
Why I find myself so un-elated.

On the corners, children singing.
Sidewalk Santas with bells ringing…
But is this holiday overrated?

Behind the smiles and within the souls,
The fabric of people seems filled with holes.
(Perhaps I’m just a cynic.)

Charitable sentiments often give way
To the petty resentments of the day.
Our souls appear in need of a clinic.

Some carry Bibles and they profess loudly
But then live their lives in a fashion cloudy.
(Thoughts and deeds diverge.)

Patience, tolerance… basic humanity.
Kindness and acts of true Christianity
Fail to emerge.

Tinsel has become what the people see.
They focus on the glitter and miss the tree.
Awareness is what they need.

Merchandise and thoughtless actions…
Impatience and quick, hostile reactions
Reveal a personal greed.

What?

Why… uh, yes… I’ll have another drink.
Thanks for listening to what I think…
Gee, you’re a fine fellow.

You know… I’m startin’ to feel the spirit.
Is that a carol… say, do you hear it?
Hey, I think I’m startin’ to mellow!

Remember the words I was just shoutin’?
And all the anger that I was spoutin’?
Pretend you didn’t hear it.

I guess it’s merely the time we live in,
But it’s nice that someone still believes in
The holiday spirits.

Cheers.

End

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December 6, 2011

X-Mas Day 6

The Lord Helps Them Who Help Themselves

The Lord helps them who help themselves…
That’s what Santa said.
It was late on Christmas Eve
And the Old Man was still in bed!

Christmas had come so quickly…
As if the year had been sped up.
It was work, work and more work
And Santa was feeling fed up.

All of his yuletide commitment…
What was this effort for?
When he gave the folks a present,
They would always ask for more.

Christmas used to be a warm time…
To give a hand-up to the needy.
But now it has become
An occasion for the greedy.

Sure, all the lights are pretty.
Tinsel, stars and shiny garland.
But Santa’s sleeping in tonight…
Not leaving his frozen far-land.

Forget the tinkling jingle bells.
That ho-ho-ho is corny stuff.
If you want a toy… go buy it,
‘Cause Santa’s had enough.

Mary… about your dolly,
And Jimmy… about that bike…
You better see your mommies …
Santa’s decided to go on strike.

He’s closin’ up his shop.
Gonna lay off all of his elves.
Ain’t makin’ no more toys…
Kiddies… amuse yourselves.

Yep, Santa’s sleepin’ late today…
He’s not going to leave his home.
As for all the letters you’ve sent…
This year… you’re on your own.

END

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December 5, 2011

X-Mas Day 5

Keeping the Spirit

Deflated Santa on my lawn.
Christmas was yesterday…
Now comes the dawn.

I waited for an entire year
And then… poof…
My holiday disappears!

So happy, all of December…
But sadly now,
It’s too hard to remember.

I have an idea… by jove, I say…
Why don’t we live
Like Christmas is every day.

My suggestion, my advice:
Forget costly presents…
Just be nice.

Who needs a special day
To smile or have
Something nice to say?

Happy Monday!

END

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December 4, 2011

X-Mas Day 4

This is a long poem… perhaps a challenge for some of you lazy-cyber readers but give this ditty a shot…. there’s a lesson to be learned. Stash

Tommy Made A Snowball

Tommy made a snowball…
No one saw when he threw it.
Yep, Thomas was the guilty one
And everybody knew it.

Tommy isn’t a bad, bad boy but
If there’s a problem, go find him.
He always winds up in a fix…
You don’t ever have to remind him.

Yesterday, on Christmas Eve,
Tommy decided to play a trick.
He waited on his cold roof top…
He knew he’d have to be quick.

When he heard tinkling sleigh-bells
And that familiar, jolly “Ho-Ho-Ho!”,
He let loose his strong pitching arm
And gave that snowball a throw.

But time had turned his snow to ice
And when it smacked Blitzen’s head,
His bright eyes instantly dimmed,
As Santa’s lead deer fell dead.

The police arrived inside an hour
But the culprit had by then vanished.
Who could have done such a thing?
That person ought to be banished!

On suspicion alone, they took Tommy in…
Without thought to his fragile self-esteem.
“How could you have done such a horrid act?!”
“Not me!!” was the answer he screamed.

The court released dear little Tommy…
It couldn’t convict on a mere belief.
So Thomas walked away to freedom,
While Santa sank into his grief.

Mrs. Claus worried at her hubby’s return.
He was no longer his old jovial self.
Santa didn’t treat the reindeer nicely
And he spoke gruffly to all of his elves.

Mama Claus thought to herself,
“I’ve got to cure my Santa’s blues.”
She planned all night and hatched a plot.
She knew just what she should do.

She enlisted the help of the elf brigade
To assist in her righteous chore.
The sleigh left at twilight’s dim…
The reindeer pulled like never before.

Landing ever so lightly on the roof of Tom,
The avengers made their way to his room.
Without a knock, they snatched the lad…
Drastic measures to ease Santa’s gloom.

Back to the pole, in the dead of night,
Tommy begged and pleaded and cried.
But try as he might, he couldn’t explain
Why Blitzen had so needlessly died.

The investigation didn’t last very long
And the jury took less time than that.
But when all had been said and done,
Tom’s excuses lay pancake flat.

What happened next is anyone’s guess.
To date, it remains quite a mystery.
Tommy disappeared without a trace…
Leaving a short but annoying history.

They say Santa sees everything…
It was a rumor and everyone knew it.
Yes, Tommy made the snowball
But guess who saw, when he threw it.

END

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December 3, 2011

X-Mas Day 3

December Yadda-Yadda

The old year is ending
And the new one is on its way.
So much left unfinished
But I just had to say:

So what if you’re a little fatter?
To me, it really doesn’t matter.
(Honestly.)

So what if you didn’t get very rich.
Fortune can sometimes be a bitch.
(So they say.)

So what if your children are unruly?
I still love those rascals, truly.
(Well…)

So what if your hair’s turnin’ gray?
There’s color in a bottle, they say,
(My, how natural!)

So much seems beyond our control
But life’s richness really depends
Not on distinctions superficial,
But on the quality of our friends.

So, go ahead, be merry.
Party on and have a happy.
Do something a little silly…
Maybe write a note that’s sappy…

And please remember that
In the darkness of the night,
When all else seems dim,
Our friendship will burn bright………ly.

End

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December 2, 2011

X-Mas Day 2

Yesterday’s holiday offering was for my “warm and fuzzy” friends. Today’s is for those who prefer the dark side. (You know who you are.) Written several years ago, it seems as if it’s been pulled from today’s headlines (Penn State, Syracuse). Enjoy, Stash

Having Just Visited A Department Store Santa,
Some Questions Were, By A Child, Posed

When we go to sit with Saint Nicholas,
Why does he always want to tickle us?

When looking into his bright, cheery eyes,
Why does he run his hand on our thighs?

Why does Santa, with such a jolly face,
Want to touch my “special place”?

Why does he ask me to visit my aunties
And bring back some of their lace panties?

Why is it that I can make Santa giggle
When I sit on his lap and then I wiggle?

Why did he say he could make me a champ
At some new game called “Lick the Stamp”?

I love Santa’s sleigh and his eight rein-deer
But does the North Pole really smell like beer?

Is it true he’ll bring my presents quicker
If I deliver him some of daddy’s best liquor?

Mommy… why do you look so very green?
Have you been bad… has Santa seen?

Mommy… mom…?

End

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December 1, 2011

X-Mas Day 1

The Christmas Bunny

Reginald Rabbit awoke one day
And said he had something shocking to say…
He no longer wished to be an Easter Bunny.
(Doesn’t that sound absurdly funny?)

Marshmallow peeps and jelly beans…
Nope… Reggie Rabbit was no longer keen.
To make his disposition once again sunny,
Reg would become a “ Christmas Bunny”!

Making his way north, to the land of Claus,
Reginald traveled to fulfill his cause.
The trip was long and so very cold…
It took a bunny very bold.

Reginald arrived, knocking at Santa’s door
And told him of the burden he bore.
Met with a smile of warm Christmas cheer,
Santa told Reggie to join his deer.

Reg hip-hopped to where the reindeer slept…
Through the barn door, our brave bunny crept.
He worried that Rudolph might laugh… or worse.
His heart beat so fast, he thought it would burst.

But instead, Reg was greeted with kisses and hugs.
Our hero felt warm, welcome and snug.
The team was delighted to enlist another
And greeted Reggie as their long eared brother.

Lately, Santa had felt spirits dwindling…
But Reginald’s pluck was just the right kindling.
This Christmas, when eyes turn to seek Santa’s sleigh…
Look closely… Reggie the Rabbit may be leading the way.

Merry Christmas! Hoppy New Year!!

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November 23, 2011

HOLIDAY ANNOUNCEMENT

Beginning December 1st, I’ll be initiating a Stash “advent calendar”. If you tune in, you will be treated to a “new” X-Mas poem each and every day. Some are from the archives and others are newly composed… all are gems. Many of the poems are written with an irreverent point of view… a few are warm and fuzzy… hopefully each will be worth reading. You be the judge. Stash

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November 3, 2011

From The Stash Archives, Circa 1990

I Don’t Like You Anymore

I don’t like you anymore.
You knocked me down…
I hit the floor.

You punched me hard… right in the face
And tripped me
When we ran the race.

You said I had an awful smell
And then you broke
My bicycle bell.

You were a mistake by your mother.
Yours truly,
Your little brother.

End

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October 15, 2011

Longing For Mayberry

Have You Lately Noticed?

People don’t smile much anymore…
They rarely pause to hold open a door.
The language they speak is often crude
And even waitress’ attitudes are rude.
Once upon a time, folks acted nice…
Manners weren’t always an archaic device.
Now, it seems, nothing comes free…
First consideration: “What’s in it for me?”
A friendly greeting can be so delicious…
But to do so now is viewed suspicious.
Someone approaches and eyes divert…
As if human connection might in some way hurt.
In a gray world, things could be brighter…
A simple smile might make life lighter.

No, no, no… this poem ends much too sweetly.
What I really mean to say was….

At the malls,
I see the vacant masses pass.
I just want to shout,
“Get your head outta your ass.”

Yeah… that’s better.

Stash

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