Saturday, December 25, 2010

Two Poems

It’s A Pirate Christmas

Each with a number
Drawing our lots,
Drawing our swords,
In case it gets hot.

They said Chinese Auction
As if it were some deal,
A perfect game
Where we all get to steal
Whatever presents
From whomever we choose
The candles, storybooks, candy and shoes!

It’s always great fun
Until we lose an eye,
Or an arm,
Or a hook,
When I pirate does spy
The perfect present
Nestled in our arms,
The thing that makes eyes gleam
And their passion grow warm.

So it’s a Pirate Christmas
Complete with hats and hooks,
And pirates who are battling
For bubblegum and books.


Christmas Tree

O Christmas tree of lovely green
Stand sparkling in the winter scene
A beacon of hope and joy
For each mother, father, girl, and boy.

Sit round the Christmas tree, behold,
Atop the tree a star of gold.
The star of Bethlehem
Hangs over us to our delight
To remind us this Christmas Eve
A child was born
In a manger, wee,
To be the king of you and me,
A saviour
With a message of peace.

O Christmas tree
It does seem strange
An evergreen reminds of us the day
That Jesus of Nazareth was born
I’m told on a day that was not Christmas morn
It seems that traditions and cultures met
Melding and moulding in a melting pot
And the Christmas tree is what they got.

O Christmas tree
We can learn from you
To be loving of our neighbours
And accepting too.
To bring peace and love
With hope and joy.
The gifts found in that tiny boy
Who lay in a manger
Far away
Long ago
On some other day.

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