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Array ( [sid] => 112213 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Christmas Time [time] => 2005-12-28 15:53:23 [hometext] => A bit late for the season ,, ooops [bodytext] => Christmas Time

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Traipsing round the shopping mall, truly divine
Dulcet tones of jingle bells
Overwhelming aroma of winter spice smells

Baubles, tinsel, twinkling lights
W.I. Mrs Santa’s, Wota sight
Rolls of paper hang from bags
Sullen husband behind lags

In the race to see Santa
Children fit to bust
Mum prolongs the agony
“I’ll just stop here first”

Lovey dovey couples window shop and sigh
Stop and have a coffee, laughing as one poor fella staggers by
Selection boxes piled high

Teenager frantically counting her money
So many more presents to buy, this just isn’t funny
Battling through crowds, baby asleep in pram
It’s amazing they sleep amid such pandemonium

Giggling girls with tinsel in their hair
Reindeer horns on a motorised wheelchair
A frantic search by Johnny’s Mummy
Finds him in shop window, being a dummy

Songs fill the air, mainly Wizard and Slade
Stalls selling interesting preserves, all homemade
Has Christmas lost its meaning, I wonder if that’s true
We pay homage to the family, is that not what it’s meant to do

A smile to a stranger, a joke in a queue
The shared celebration, brings them closer to you
Too often spreading the misery, a chance to share the joy
It’s not just about, Buzz Light-year or this years ‘must have’ toy

The commercialism taints the serious message a bit
But how dark would be winter, without Christmas in it
We have global serious messages every single day
Spend time with those who love you, laugh and have a play

Christmas serves to shine a light
On the dark and dreary winter night


XShmokinX
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Christmas Time

Contributed by Shmokin on Wednesday, 28th December 2005 @ 03:53:23 PM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry



Christmas Time

Simply having a wonderful Christmas time
Traipsing round the shopping mall, truly divine
Dulcet tones of jingle bells
Overwhelming aroma of winter spice smells

Baubles, tinsel, twinkling lights
W.I. Mrs Santa’s, Wota sight
Rolls of paper hang from bags
Sullen husband behind lags

In the race to see Santa
Children fit to bust
Mum prolongs the agony
“I’ll just stop here first”

Lovey dovey couples window shop and sigh
Stop and have a coffee, laughing as one poor fella staggers by
Selection boxes piled high

Teenager frantically counting her money
So many more presents to buy, this just isn’t funny
Battling through crowds, baby asleep in pram
It’s amazing they sleep amid such pandemonium

Giggling girls with tinsel in their hair
Reindeer horns on a motorised wheelchair
A frantic search by Johnny’s Mummy
Finds him in shop window, being a dummy

Songs fill the air, mainly Wizard and Slade
Stalls selling interesting preserves, all homemade
Has Christmas lost its meaning, I wonder if that’s true
We pay homage to the family, is that not what it’s meant to do

A smile to a stranger, a joke in a queue
The shared celebration, brings them closer to you
Too often spreading the misery, a chance to share the joy
It’s not just about, Buzz Light-year or this years ‘must have’ toy

The commercialism taints the serious message a bit
But how dark would be winter, without Christmas in it
We have global serious messages every single day
Spend time with those who love you, laugh and have a play

Christmas serves to shine a light
On the dark and dreary winter night


XShmokinX




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Re: Christmas Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 28th December 2005 @ 11:15:33 PM AEST
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Never too late to share a vital message like this...
Thanks for posting..
Jenni


Re: Christmas Time (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 31st December 2005 @ 06:01:42 AM AEST
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A frantic search by Johnny’s Mummy
Finds him in shop window, being a dummy


bETTER LATE THAN NEVER.
the above lines like to have made me fall out of my recliner. big smiles.
Luv your humor as good humor is rare.
huggs-n-Merry new year,
emy


Re: Christmas Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Tuesday, 25th April 2006 @ 08:20:18 PM AEST
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It's a bit late for me reading this poem heh. It's a great Christmas poem though. Maybe a lot of people don't realize what Christmas means?

Take care.

Scott




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