61. A Visit From Santa
					'Twas the week before Christmas and without fail
we still did not have our cards in the mail.
Our Christmas letter was blank, not even a line.
The address book lost (as it was most of the time).						
				
					'Twas the week before Christmas and without fail
we still did not have our cards in the mail.
Our Christmas letter was blank, not even a line.
The address book lost (as it was most of the time).						
				
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					Rows of houses blanketed with snow.
Christmas lights lucent and aglow.
A reindeer, a sleigh, like artwork on display.
Stories unraveling, brass bells ringing,						
				
Though I live in Australia, I can picture the scene in my mind's eye. It's reminiscent of a Charles Dickens scene from Scrooge. I love the poem and appreciate the words and talent of the poet.
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					The stars shone bright one silent night when shepherds saw a brilliant light.
They heard the angels sing their song, "The Lord, the Savior has been born.
In swaddling clothes You'll find the babe within a manger filled with hay."
The angels sang:						
				
					Christmas here once more,
hard to ignore, festive 
wreaths on every door.
						
				
I really loved this Poem! If you would ever ask me, Christmas is my FAVORITE holiday and it is the best time of year! My favorite thing about Christmas is the family being together and...
					A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.						
				
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
					Cold days and hard long nights.
Trees shimmed with tiny lights,
Their branches pointing ever high,
Reaching for the midnight sky.						
				
					Lying down on the ground
In the cold, fluffy snow
Forcing angels to stay on the earth
I was afraid to be left alone						
				
					It is seven a.m.,
And the snow is falling
As I look outside
At the carolers calling.						
				
					Have you observed this Christmas thing?
How shoppers shop and sleigh bells ring,
And children wrapped in muffs and cuffs
Are trying out their newfound stuff.						
				
					I wrote a letter to Santa
To make sure he would know
It's only two weeks until Christmas
And we still don't have any snow.						
				
					The orange glow of the fireplace
fills the room with Christmas cheer.
To my family I raise my glass,
full of wishes for the year.						
				
					People saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho"
Lovers kissing under the mistletoe
Children playing in the snow
						
				
					He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!						
				
					Once upon a Christmas time, not very long ago,
was a loving family that lost all Christmas glow.
Tears of sadness filled the air; no more merriment or cheer.
Loss and grief of loved ones gone, so hard to bear and carry on, 						
				
					The laughter of eternity's children
Resides in the glint of his eyes,
And his joyous laugh, which surrounds us all,
Leaves an echo that never dies.						
				
					Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.						
				
I was honored to know this author's father when he was first born and celebrated many Christmases with him and his Mom and Dad. This poem made me remember the wonderful Christmases we had. I...
					'Tis the season for lots of love.
Gather all friends and family 
And celebrate the joys from above.
						
				
					Once upon a time 
In a faraway Land
A little King was born
In a place called Bethlehem						
				
					I shall wrap myself in a blanket of Christmas
Where all is hushed and still,
Save for the tiny sound of a baby's breath
Born to bring peace and goodwill.						
				
					A great Light has dawned -
For all mankind tonight.
Over a humble, old stable,
The Christ star shines bright.