The Christmas Tree and The Elf

December 25, 2021 at 8:13 pm (Christmas, Poetry) (, )

“One of the ornaments needs adjusting,”
Said the beautiful female elf
Who stood on a ladder and adjusted
The ornament below the Christmas Star.

5 minutes ago there was not a beautiful female elf in my room
But now there is.
Merry Chistmas.
10 minutes ago there was not a ladder in my room
But it appeared 9 minutes ago.
24 hours there was not a Christmas tree in my room
But it appeared when I woke up this morning.

Christmas Tree
Then ladder
Then beautiful female elf.

Christmas Magic is obviously at work here.

Or maybe what the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future
Put in my eggnog last night.

Whatever it was, Merry Christmas!
Feliz Navidad!
Chuc mung Giang Sinh!

(I attended a Spanish language Church over the summer.
And the closest Church to where I now live is a Vietnamese Catholic Church.
So I attended there for Christmas Eve Mass last night and went there for Christmas Day Mass today).

-A Christmas poem
written by Christopher
Saturday December 25th

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December At The North Pole: A Poem

December 5, 2014 at 5:51 pm (Children's Story, Christmas, Humour, Poetry) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

December At The North Pole: A Poem

Well it’s early December
a time to remember
it will soon be Christmas Eve
thought the little elf called Steve
he was putting the finishing touches on Santa’s toys
for all the good little girls and boys
It was kind of cold living at the North Pole
you put on the fire heaps of coal
to help keep you warm
during an Arctic storm
his work day was now done
but so sadly was the sun
When he headed home, it was pitch dark
so he walked to the lot where reindeer park
but he couldn’t find his keys
and it was starting to freeze
then Rudolph did sneeze
and set everything aglow
And the light showed the keys in the fallen snow
so he picked up his keys
and ate his last piece of cheese
then he put the keys in the reindeer’s horn
and off the creature sprang like a comet reborn
So off went Comet and Dancer and Vixen
when it came to rent-a-deer he had the pick of the fixin’
for this is what they do when it’s not Christmas Eve
they fly home tired elves just like old Steve.

-A Christmas poem for children
written by Christopher
Monday December 1st

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