Holiday

Scammers, Cash For Gold - Holiday Robbery, Did I Tell You About The Time I Went To A "Pawn" Shop, Did I? #Jamaican #Dilemmas
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"18 days ago in Poets
A New Time Of Hope
Today is Christmas Day... A day that I always enjoy spending with family. There are a lot of things that you can write about when it comes to this Holiday.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)18 days ago in Poets
6 7 Reasons Why You Should Show Me Your Sugar Plums. Top Story - December 2025.
❗‼⚡Let your mind enter a receptive state.⚡‼ ❗ It will be saner to tolerate the fruitcake if you do. Language is the key to misunderstanding.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡18 days ago in Poets
I Can't Ever Remember The Order - Anyone Knows?
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"18 days ago in Poets
So, that was Christmas
Goodbye, Birthdays… Hello, Christmas! That’s how it typically goes in our family. Lounge-room furniture’s shoved aside, out of its cosy nest
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶18 days ago in Poets
The Little Things, Together
Animated Grinch Muppet Christmas Carol Small warmth in my soul On Christmas eve, we had take-out and the Great British Bake-off: Holiday edition for dinner, then curled up on the couch to watch the original animated How The Grinch Stole Christmas, narrated by Boris Karloff, followed by The Muppet Christmas Carol
By Natasja Rose19 days ago in Poets
The Warmth of Home
A small, furry form Snuggled close in the armchair Warm against my side
By Natasja Rose19 days ago in Poets
Chrysogonus
God does not write to me, no He does not write… ✨ Too far, too far, is the book, written, done; no he does not write to me in
By Diana19 days ago in Poets
Enter Center Stage. Top Story - December 2025.
Striking silhouette black and white Like catching a forbidden glimpse of fairy flight Murmuring lights momentarily dim
By K.B. Silver 19 days ago in Poets
Small Heat
Winter arrives without apology. It does not knock. It does not ask permission. It slips through the smallest cracks in doors,
By Engr Bilal19 days ago in Poets
Santa Claus
Santa is a nurturing teacher for all Caring and loving leaders of all kinds allowing for understanding and sensitivity.
By Mark Graham19 days ago in Poets
The Poinsettia That Blooms Year after Year
Of all the flowers blooming now, the toast of the season is poinsettia. My neighbors vary widely, in their ethnicity, culture,
By Seema Patel19 days ago in Poets