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Christmas holiday poems by Tommy Garrison
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| Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! from my family to yours! |
| Holiday Lane the beautiful things in a holiday scene snow covered streets where carolers sing horses pulling carts on cobbles that sheen romantic top hats shopping for rings chestnut vendor scents the brisk cold air hot chocolate mixed aromas draw us near sweet bag of ambrosia pleasantly we share romantically holding hands with one so dear doors decked with red bows and silver bells ornate lamp posts that light the windows streets of desire, full of gifts they sell spirit of Christmas brightens our sorrows packages overflowing, bustling all about snow piled up on the sides of the street bell ringers dedicated for those without panes with Holy scenes painted so neat Truly the most wonderful time of year, spirit of giving, love and holiday cheer! Written by Tommy Garrison |
| Winter's Warmth (a Tanka) frozen wonder scene snow dusted trees evergreen icy blue mountains; warm glowing lights brightly shine Christmas spirit Christ's birth time Written by Tommy Garrison |
| Christmas is... The most wonderful time of year, a season filled with love and cheer. Shopping malls, deck the halls. Pies and cookies and cinnamon spice, the time of year when everyone's nice. Happy smiles with twinkles in eyes, waiting the night that reindeer fly! Jack frost bites, cold snowy nights. Wood stoves, stockings, decorations abound, Mom decorates humming Christmas sounds. Butterflies in children all giddy with glee excited to see what their presents will be. Dads build bikes and toddler trikes, play swing sets and model jets. Moms bake muffins, turkey and treats, it seems we get a license to eat! Christmas trees sparkle and glitter, fresh pine smell through all of December. Tightly wrapped gifts with colorful bows, presents under the tree just grow and grow! Baby dolls and bouncy balls. Candy canes and small toy trains. A fancy doll house. A Mickey mouse. Toys and toys of all kind, only if you are nice and mind, but... What do naughty children get? A lump of coal could be it! I end this holiday poem and say... "Lets not forget" I beg and pray, "to honor Christ on HIS birthday"! Written by Tommy Garrison |
Christmas White (a Haiku) snow flakes glistening Christmas white day sparkling: hearth, warmth, fire burning Written by Tommy Garrison |
| Little Christmas Eyes (a Haiku) little eyes wide shine Christmas morning present time... family, tree, gift find Written by Tommy Garrison |
| Holiday Haiku brisk cold midnight air December flying reindeer- rooftop land reins steer Written by Tommy Garrison |
| The Christmas Tree Braving the cold and knee deep snow to find the one, the star of the show. A perfect height and width too, dripping sap, it smells so new. It gives it's life to do it's part Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Holiday Art. Bulbs of color, tinsel, and lights, an Angel atop dressed in white. Special ornaments we hang with care. A tradition we pass with young to share. Dazzling lights flicker and shine A place for gifts, a present shrine. Hot chocolate faces dancing around, circling the tree, fun giggling sounds. May your tree be grand for all to see, Oh Holiday Art... Oh Christmas Tree! Written by Tommy Garrison |
| A Most Holy Night Virtuous woman on a most holy night, traveled the dark as a star shone bright. A manger of refuge, a babe was born, His light doth shine, His life was sworn. Wise men came, the shepherds too, to see the Christ who would renew. A most precious baby Mary held close, destined to rule, our Holy Father chose. The angels sang, for our grace was here, forgiving the world, removing our fear. A peasant boy came and felt quite small, so he played his drum, he played his all. We received that night the King of kings. Compassion, love, forgiveness He brings. This Christmas day let us all not forget, the babe that came, to pay all our debt. Written by Tommy Garrison |
| 'Twas two nights before Christmas and in all the beds, parents sleep while kids have mischief dance in their heads. Creeping and searching all around, tip toeing quietly making no sound. Sneaky little ones that know too much, looking for gifts to hold and touch. Some will open and take a look, like a little thief, a li'l Christmas crook! You think you have hid them all so well, but the sneakiest ones you never can tell. Two nights before Christmas, my only advice, to believe they are angels is a roll of the dice! Written by Tommy Garrison |
| A Soldier's Christmas As I sit in my bunker on a foreign land I feel so alone, but obey my command. It is my duty to serve, protect, and fight no matter the day, time, or holiest night. The terrors I've seen, the unspeakable acts have not brought a tear, but now I react. God let this war end, is my Christmas prayer, this loneliness inside, I can no longer bear. I'm a soldier on Christmas, one of so many, missing family, his wife and new born baby. The scattered scars that mark up my skin, the stories they tell of where I have been. These wounds I carry, they set me apart. What truly pains me is my lonely heart. Written by Tommy Garrison |
