The Post Christmas Poetry Competition 2003
Created | Updated Apr 17, 2004
CHRISTMAS POEMS
Here are all the entries, in the POST Christmas Poetry Competition.
Competition entry is now closed.
Now is the time for all researchers to unite and vote on which of the below poems is their favourite. The standard of poetry was incredible, and I know you are going to find it hard to find one that stands out amongst the rest. We have the six from previous weeks plus ** three new ones ** sent in this week. The Poems are listed in the order they arrived in.
- A. Time of Good Cheer by Red Kite
- B. The Gift by Greebo T. Cat
- C. Sinterklaas by Max Head Room 4m2
- D. Christmas Sprit by Lightman
- E. A Windy Christmas... by Dr Anthea
- F. Peace on Earth by quizzical
- G. The Nativity Play by Lucky Star
- H. No job this Christmas... by Michele - Doily Mogul
- I. A Child's First Christmas by Hypatia
Please read all the poems and then when you have decided, send an e-mail to me, Greebo T. Cat stating 'POEM VOTE' in the subject line...
Please include your researcher name, your researcher number and the letter above the name of the poem of your choice. I.E. if you like the first poem in the list, then just write that you like poem A .
You have until Tuesday 16th December 2003 to get your votes to me, please don't vote for your own poem, if you have written one.
If the voting is tied then The Editor of The Post, Shazz, will have the deciding vote.
The winner will be announced in the Christmas Edition of the POST.
A
Time of Good Cheer
By Red Kite
Christmas is the time of year
Which we are told is full of cheer.
Parties, presents, food and drink,
Time to party, not to think.
See the family and watch the tele,
Play some games and fill your belly
With sweets and crisps, the occasional nut,
But I still have a feeling deep in my gut.
What if it's you alone in your chair,
No one comes visiting, there's nobody there,
How do you feel, when there is only you,
Are you one of the many or one of the few?
It must be hard to join the party,
To make the effort to be hale and hearty,
You might be frail or you might be fit,
You're on your own, not part of it.
There are still people, who know you exist,
Surely you feature on someone's list,
Couldn't they call to the door or the 'phone,
Just to say that you’re not all alone.
All I would want, is one little sign,
To know I exist, that this moment is mine
Someone to know, that I am still here
This Christmastime, this time of Good Cheer.
B
The Gift
By Greebo T. Cat
T'was Christmas morning, the end of a long night
Santa climbed down from his sleigh in the dawning light
Leaving the reindeer to the elves, he tiredly walked up the path
For a hearty breakfast, and some rest at last
Greeted by Mrs Claus, glad to be back
A kiss on the cheek, she took his sack
A shake, a frown, opening wide
'Dear, I think there is something left inside.'
Santa peered down into the bottom of the cavernous bag
Through the black depths he spied the glint of a tag
Reaching inside he pulled forth a small package in festive wrap
'Oh my,' said Santa, 'a present someone does lack!'
He pulled out his list, the one he'd checked twice
and ran through it again, checking each name thrice
Shaking his head, not finding his mistake
He looked at his wife, not sure what action to take
'I must go back out, and deliver this quick
Though to whom I am not sure, as each name has a tick
But someone this morning will wake and be sad
No present from Santa is very, very bad!'
'Maybe the tag will give a clue, dear Santa look and see,'
said Mrs Claus with a bright idea, a good wife is she
So Santa looked, and did stare at the name written there
For he'd never delivered to this person, not one single year
'Oh my!' he exclaimed, 'This cannot be true,
it's my own name that's written, what a to do.'
'Yes indeed dear husband, a gift you deserve,
from all the elves and myself for the joy you bring to the world.'
C
Sinterklaas
By Max Head Room 4m2
See in the distance comes the steam boat from Spain to us
He brings us saint Nicolaas I already see him standing
His horse is hopping back and forth all over the decks
See how the vanes are waving from left to right
His servant is laughing and calls out to us
Who is sweet gets candy who is bad gets the stick
Oh my dear saint Nicolaas come also to me
And do not drive quietly by my home
D
Christmas Sprit
By Lightman
I was a friend of the baby Jesus.
Travelling long and far, bearing gifts both rich and rare.
Gold frankincense and Myrrh, were brought before him, the
greatest gift of all was that of Love!
Today I beckon to Jesus and do his bidding.
Bringing gifts every year to all who wish to receive.
Not now the riches that money can buy, but the riches that a
king's ransom cannot gain.
The tear of happiness, a cry of laughter on Christmas morn,
or just simple words. "thank you"
I will live as long as children's hearts both young and old
are filled with the joy and love of Christmas time.
E
A Windy Christmas...
By Dr Anthea
Once there was a windy Christmas
inside all was fine... the fire burning
the lights were twinkling
the tree stood green and high.
Once there was a windy Christmas
outside the snow did fall
the high winds blew in blizzards all
and white washed streets lay bare
Once there was a windy Christmas
in the air some reindeer flew
a sledge was swaying and something fell upon the snow
what it was we don’t yet know
Once there was a windy Christmas
the next morning all was lost
caught in a blizzard the snow had been
no presents lay underneath the tree of that home so warm
but when they walked out to complain who should they find upon the lawn
but St Nick upon the snow frozen like the day.
F
Peace on Earth
By quizzical
When angels walk among us
their breath calms the slashing wind.
Their wings sweep our cities clean.
Their voices call the sun
newborn into the dawn.
Beneath their feet rivers run clear.
The people grow ashamed,
and wash their hatreds
in cold blue water.
Words hurled in anger burst into sunlight
and sow the broken fields.
Stones become loaves of bread.
When angels walk among us
wise men appear bearing gifts.
The children grow wings
and leap into the air for joy.
They are so beautiful,
their parents break into blossom.
G
The Nativity Play
By Lucky Star
The chattering audience suddenly hushed
A child had appeared on the stage
A hand from the wings then reached out and pushed
Into this angel's hands a page
The Mummies and Daddies all smiled with delight
To see their young offspring perform
They'd even missed watching Eastenders that night
And braved the December snowstorm
Young Johnny was first - but alas and alack
He couldn't remember his line
The voice of his teacher was heard from the back
'The Nativity! Told by class 9!'
Two shepherds appeared in their striped dressing-gowns
With tea-towels wrapped round their heads
Fred was up first, his face in a frown
He took one step forward and said:
'We followed the star that shone in the West'
Classmate Bobby hissed 'East!', and nudged Fred
Who gulped and then blushed, but gave it his best
Saying 'The star shines o'er Jesus' bed'
A cardboard box stable was brought on by Jack
He'd just finished painting the door
He tried to be quiet, but still came a crack
As he tiptoed across the floor
Fred and Bobby still stood there, pointing aloft
But the glittering star didn't drop
They looked at each other, then looked for the Prof.
Switching arms so the numbness would stop
Little Tiffany's playing Mary's role
She's loving her moment of fame
She waves to her mother in her mink stole
And tosses her golden mane
'Here's baby Jesus!' she states oh so clearly
Those voice-speaking lessons paid off!
She holds by one leg the doll that's used yearly
The shepherds both begin to cough
Now Mary gets angry - they're not taking her
as a serious actress it seems
She swings baby Jesus so fast it's a blur
And whacks poor Fred's nose - he screams!
The blood drips on Fred's towelling robe as he sneezes
Revenge is what Bobby is after
He lunges for Mary, and grabs round her knee's
They collapse to the audience's laughter
This sudden commotion's not good for the stable
It starts to lean forward and teeters
And though Jack tries to save it, he's sadly unable
It falls on the 5 little critters
The parents all stand amidst the noise and the racket
The teachers are taking great pains
To get Tiffany, Bobby, Fred, Johnny and Jack out
From under the stable's remains
'Over mince pies and coffee the parents agree
what a great play they'd seen in the hall
and down from the gantry the bright star they see
casting its light o'er them all'
H
No job this Christmas...
By Michele - Doily Mogul
I rush, I run, I check the paper
I ask for lists, I look for sales
I stand in line and I count my dimes
Still the feeling that I've failed
I look at you and you've grown so big
I see the questions in your eyes
We've put up the tree and you want to believe
Do you know how hard I've tried?
If I could I'd give you the world
but the money - it's just not there
Sleepless nights, my chest is tight
You pretend that you don't care
I'll search, I'll scrimp, I'll wear the fake smile
This is no way for a family to live
But this year for Christmas my dear sweet child
My love may be the only gift I can give...
I
A Child's First Christmas
By Hypatia
Sweet child sleeping in your crib
There is magic in this night.
Do you dream of Santa Claus,
Dressed in red with beard of white?
Will you grow up believing
Christmas comes inside a box?
That reindeer fly and snowmen dance?
That elves wear green velvet socks?
Will a tree fill you with wonder
With it's lights that blink and glow?
And it's strands of silver tinsel -
Is this the Christmas you will know?
Will you leave a plate of cookies
Near the tree for Santa's snack?
To trade for the toys and candy
Elves have stuffed inside his sack.
When you close your eyes each Christmas eve
What images will you see?
Will the only Christmas star you know
Be the one atop the tree?
Will your Christmas journey
Be a quick trip to the mall?
Will your search be for a parking place?
Is this the memory you'll recall?
Is there any room inside your head
For the vision of a night
When the birth of a Holy Child
Turned darkness into light?
Will you see choirs of angels
And listen to them sing?
Sweet child sleeping in your crib
What will Christmas bring?
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