Let Christmas Not Become A Thing
Let Christmas not become a thing
Merely of merchant’s trafficking,
Of tinsel, bell and holly wreath
And surface pleasure, but beneath
The childish glamour, let us find
Nourishment for soul and mind.
Let us follow kinder ways
Through our teeming human maze,
And help the age of peace to come
From a Dreamer’s martyrdom.
~Madeline Morse

A Christmas Moment
Family
Friends
Lots of giving
Each Christmas moment a different thing.

Moments cherished
Memories relished
Happiness wished
Each Christmas moment a special gift.

A small gesture
Beginning to end
Each Christmas moment a welcomed friend.

Christmas moments
Love abounds
Hearts filled with hope
A true treasure found.
Christmas moments you will find
A smile,
A present,
The laughter of a child.
Whatever your moment,
What’er it may be,
Let it last throughout the year,
Let it help keep things real.
– Vanessa Narine

The Last Present Under the Tree
There is one last present under the Christmas tree,
I wonder whose it is?
Is it for the little girl with the rocking horse,
Or is it for Grandma or Aunt Liz?
It looks so lonely,
Sitting there by itself;
It’d certainly be an awesome addition
On “somebody’s” shelf.

The ribbon is gold,
The paper is paisley red;
“Who does it belong to?”
Keeps rattling in my head;
I decided to snatch a peek,
And see whose name is on the card;
It’d only take a second,
It won’t be very hard.

When no one was looking,
I reached under the tree,
Carefully handling the package,
“Who knows, it may be for me!”
But when I read the card,
I thought it was extraordinarily odd,
Because the message read,
“Love and Blessings.” God
– Joel Bjorling

Max’s Last Christmas
When I was young and knew not much
And could not call myself devout as such
I liked to sneak downstairs each Christmas Eve night
And see if that Old Saint Nick just might
Pop in for a late night snack
So I could take a peek inside that famed red sack.
Of course he usually did not come
Until the year I turned ninety-one.
And since the years were on me then
When first I spied that rosy chin
I though I might have double vision
But knew as quick by his precision
That indeed after all those years
Old Saint Nick was finally here.
Back I fell in expectant awe
From what then my widened eyes saw:
A flash of crimson, fast as light
And then the man was out of sight
But in his place there sat a bag,
Embroidered, bejeweled and sporting a tag.
I looked around in disbelief
Wavering there just like a thief,
And thought my moment with Saint Nick was dead
Until I pulled the tag and read:

“I am sorry, Max, for all these years!
I am sorry for all of your tears
That I have made you cry
When every Christmas I did not come by.

You see, Max, there are so many homes.
The names and addresses fill up tomes.
But somehow I must have missed your call.
So, I hope this sack makes up for them all”

And when Max was done and in joy basked
Inside was everything for which he had ever asked:
A toy horse, a puppy dog, a real electric train,
A baseball glove and baseball bat, a model flying plane.
All was there from the ninety years he had been
Waiting for Old Saint Nick to stop and come on in.
Now I know that all the dreams you dream come true.
From me and Saint Nick, Merry Christmas to you!
– Anonymous

C is for Christmas
C is for Christ, Son of God, and Lord of Love.
H is for Heaven, blessing each and all from above.
R is for Remembering the words to your favorite carol.
I is for the Icicles hanging inside every barrel.
S is for Stockings stuffed up to the knee.
T is for the Tinsel that Mom wrapped ’round the tree.
M is for Mistletoe hung from the wall.
A is for my Advent Calendars that decorate the hall.
S is for Santa and his eight reindeer.
– Anonymous