Holiday

Remember Why Christmas Is Celebrated
We celebrate Christmas once a year; But we should keep it all year long. Every year during the season Church leaders tell us what Christmas means.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
More Joys Of Christmas
Keeping Christmas in your heart. On that day and after too; Unexpected call you receive. Surely will take away your blues.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
South Texas Christmas, 1966
I am sifting through old memories, now that they’re both gone. This will be the first Christmas I face without their presence,
By David Muñozabout a year ago in Poets
All About Christmas
Paper chains and icicles; Ornaments which are red and gold, Giving away a new toy To a needy girl or boy. Candy canes, candy we make;
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas Traditions
Stockings which are hung by the chimney; Eating turkey, ham, favorite pies, Cookies, milk left for Santa Claus; Kids telling him the gifts they want.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
The Joys Of Christmas
Making Chistmas lists for Santa; Having fun playing in the snow, Drinking eggnog, apple cider; Buying real, artificial trees.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
The Value Of A Memory
* She placed , with gentle tenderness the priceless, fragile figurines Onto the tree of togetherness but not to touch, only to see
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Meet me under the Mistletoe
the mistletoe looks like a noose as it hangs above my head, leering time is frozen yet still my sweat crawls i punish myself for my naivety
By Marti Maleyabout a year ago in Poets
Home away from home: A Christmas in the capital
The city fell silent, wrapped in winter's hush, its heartbeat slowed by snow. Christmas lights blinked on silent streets,
By mpramiabout a year ago in Poets
Time has flown by!
End of the year, the most awaited of my dears, the binging celebrations, the December Holidays, packing my clothes for a getaway,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Winter Under a Starlit Sky. AI-Generated.
Introduction Winter had brought quiet glory under the soft blanket of night. The air was nipped by a crisp sharpness that made one wish to shiver and catch the soft fragrance of pine. Stars twinkled like the frozen dew drops scattered here and there in the heavens. The world stood white like a sheet. And it was a season of whispers—when the earth mumbled her message in whispers, bidding one to tarry awhile, listen, and marvel.
By Tridib Borahabout a year ago in Poets
Dear mR sAnTa
DeAr Mr. sAnTa, MoMmy saId, thaT you'd bE wAtChIng... cAn You TeLl mE, PretTy PleAse, SiR - iS whAt sHe's SaYin', RealLy tRuE?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets