The cold air’s crackling with excitement
and children are bubbling with glee.
The festive decorations strung,
glass icicles hang from each tree.
A small boy can't think of a gift,
sure Santa will know what to bring.
His young mind thought to no avail,
he tried, but couldn't think of a thing.
Eve of this Yuletide Holiday
finds him outside playing in the snow.
Its puffy flakes tumble and fall
but soon a cold wind starts to blow.
From the storm a shadow appears,
a half frozen waif with runny nose.
Dressed in a pair of ragged boots
with holes where you could see toes.
With a grin the boy had a thought,
“take mine, I"ll ask Santa for more.”
Trading with the girl he ran home,
glad he had a gift to ask for.
In the morning church bells rang
blessing the birth of our sweet Lord.
Near the tree stood a pair of boots
that seemed magically restored.
On picking up this modest gift
the boy smiled, feeling good inside.
He’d found the meaning of Christmas
and his heart was bursting with pride.
A contest entry
- TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF RHYME! (now 12,000) by cricketjeff.
1850 points, ended December 4, 2007, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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this was a great story. Thanks for entering my contest. Sorry it's taking me so long to judge, but I have a lot of entries to read, and I am swamped with school work.
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Congratulations on your trophy, a well deserved win.
We look forward to seeing you in the next round and subsequent rounds of our contest.
Thank you for your entry...Sue and Jeff
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I love the message written here
The moral of it rhyming clear
That Christmas is a time for gifts
A time we other's burdens lift
My dear, this poem touches hearts
I thankyou for your work of art!
And may you have the very best
Of luck in this festive contest!
HUGS, Dari xxx
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Emile I really like this. A lovely twist on the real meaning of Christmas and very well done.
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