Santa's Lil Helpers Challenge

[RhymeFairy]

Here's the gig.

Write a poem about Christmas. Any style, any form.
Just let your pens flow and see whatcha come up with.


Good grief peeps Christmas is but a few days away and I see maybe a handful of poems here about Christmas. Take a min. and write. I need a bit more inspiration around here ~~

Mine was inspired on Arts thread Chasing Chickens. ~


Santa's Been Here


Santa was here,
I know it to be so.
Deer tracks on my rooftop
and their drippings down below.

I tracked them through the air
with exquisitely slow ease
by the smell of their pooh
adrift in the breeze.

Every house in the neighborhood
a pile up top and planted below
like a brown carrot top crop.

All through the town
I trailed them with glee
Knowing more, more
Christmas pressies for me.




was silly but fun ~~

 

[bigjim_100]

Bye the Fire

Christmas Eve, dark, quiet
only the
crackle of the log in the fireplace

a hot toddy, warm, burning
only the
crack of the ice in the glass

we entwine, hot, sweating
only the
explosion of pasion in me.

 

[Shyguy1369]

Alone in the cold
I sit and I wait
The time will come
And I've laid out the bait

It's wet and cold
But oh so nice
And then I hear it
The crack of the ice

I glance upwards
As I hear the movement
And then in a flash
I am hiding by the vent

He strolls into the room
And he notices the goods
The bait is taken
As I knew it would

I leap out in surprise
He jumps with a start
With a big smile
He melts my heart

The man is here
All dressed in red
He gives me a gift
And sends me to bed

I smile and beam
Heading up the stairs
He continues to work
With out any cares

As I fall asleep
I remember this night
Santa Claus is real
And I was right

 

[RhymeFairy]

Wanted to welcome bigjim_100 and Shyguy1369 to the poetry boards.
Thank you both for accepting the challenge and bring'in it to the table
... love'm both ~!!

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Santa, I've been good
by My Erotic Tail ©

Santa wants to know If I've been
naughty or nice??

Honest Santa Ive been good.
See my pecker's hard as wood.
Haven't used it in a year.
People think Im turning queer.

See my balls all swollen blue.
Been so long , sperms probably glue.
Havent touched it, honest man!
Wet spots in bed are from dreamin.

So if Santa wants to know,
If I'm naughty or nice, ho ho ho?
Well I've been nice as you know.
But next year I'm filling lots of holes.

 

[Unbridled_Passion]

Santa I've been really good
and I was wondering if you would
bring me a very special gift
it sure would give my spirit a lift

What I really want is a boy
to play with and to share my toys
someone with I could have some fun
in the nighttime hours when my day is done

Make sure that he isn't too shy
because there are lots of things I want to try
I don't care about his looks
but in the bedroom, make sure he cooks!

This is what I want this year
to bring to me some holiday cheer
so Santa, please grant my wish
and bring to me a Christmas dish!

 

[bluerains]

its hard

this season to be of good cheer ..
when our beautful soldiers
fill me with tears
tears for their families
who don't have them near
let's pray they'll all
return safe this New Year
All I want to Christmas is a soldier home

 

[Angeline]

Christmas angel with an attitude,
green hair, an artist's hands.
Her slender fingers decorate no tree
She says she doesn't care
about the holiday. I don't believe
her. I would give her wreaths of joy
and fill her arms with presents,
my little goth girl angel all alone
and dreaming that someday
she'll have a home where familes
don't shatter. I remember
how she climbed the crib, pushed
bullies from the playground, brave
little angel miles away from me
I love you with an ache that haunts
my life. I watch the stars and pray
for you. I pray for you.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Rotic, the erotic elf
by My Erotic Tail ©

Now santa knows what little girls like.
Toys that will please them in the night.
So he had an elf that made the erotic
and his name is, "Rotic."

This little elf made sensual gifts,
that gave boys and girls a sexual lift.
From vibrators to dilos that grew and grew.
But tucked away no body knew..

Now Mrs. Clause made her rounds one day.
Was toying with elves in the reindeers hay.
When one let it slip, about Rotic's gifts.
She waited round untill his shift.

She asked him about his variety of toys.
Said she was tired of little elf boys.
So Rotic showed his display.
And Mrs.Clause had a field day.

She tried them all one at a time.
Then she tryed them twice in a line.
Needless to say she could hardly walk.
Told little Rotic it was all his fault.

Now Santas secret is out and about.
Every one screaming and some of them shout.
About little Rotic and his toys.
So put them on your list girls and boys.

 

[normal jean]

to Britney Spears

oh, Panty Clause, oh Panty Clause,
please cover Britney's bunghole

oh Panty Clause, oh Panty Clause
I am ashamed for lookin'

but she has such
a pretty ass
and skin as clear
as polished glass

oh Panty Clause, oh Panty Clause
just visit me
in
stead

 

[champagne1982]

I watched the aurora trim the night
in wreaths of green and the sparkle
of the twinkling stars add glitter
against the snowy skirt around
her ankles. A formal glamour
garlands her elegant neck in beads
and jewels of ruby red berries
while icy diamonds cavort
below her ears. The angels gild
her brow with a tiara of moon-
light placed gently against
aspen scented tresses and sing
gloria hosannah when her Son
rises to rule over the darkness.

 

[annaswirls]

questions


it is not how he got
she got they got their spots
or stripes

no
not like this

we beg on the sidestep
answers to questions we are hardwired to ask
but not hardwired to answer ho ho ho
so it goes on and on and on

we do need a little laughter
a little happy ever after
right this very minute
if not sooner
put it in on high press start and jing-a-ling
a ling a ling
presto chango
what do you want of me today
build me a playdough snowman
I have a hat
you have your magic
no no no man
no no not Parson Brown
just someone to come on down
remind us again
miracles are not necessarily as requested
or convenient or clean

but it is not how he got
all of those spots
or stars in the night
it is not
the color of the background
from the beginning of time
God is an idea
your idea
is yours my baby
make it real.

 

[annaswirls]

you can't go back (at least until tomorrow)

these things are always harder to anticipate
than to live
my first Christmas eve away
shhh...

don't think about it
memories sleep
in frozen meadow fields and fresh cedar trees
one for Nana, I can still remember when her elbows
could stretch to hang the ornaments high
does it do any good to remember?
those years do not exist anymore
but if I were home
home
shhhh don't think of what would be
don't think of the church candles raising high
God was the light and the light was God and every year
his words made a little more sense
alittle less sense
and the lights down Main Street changing from bells to trees to white snowflakes as we pass through
Red Hill, Pennsburg, EastGreenville and the ladies of Green Lane
put frest greens on their telephone poles
Don't think of the

shhhhh
listen to your raindrops pittering the children to sleep
think of the skit skat scootley doot jazzified carols your son
invents "name that tune" hot bagels and snap jig dancing
and the bon fire drizzle eve magic steam rising take it today

soon my baby will be saying

shhhh don't remember
don't remember how mother squeezed us all into one chair for the story of
Mr. Willowbey's Christmas tree, snipping off the top every time
and buying presents for children we never met
how we swam in the wintertime spring water chill be brave
we are not afraid of limestone cliff or cactus prick
shhhhh don't remember christmas tree marshmellows floating on hot cocoa
Daddy's peanut butter fudge and hours of glitter paint hot glue
magic magic markers in the kitchen while she....shhhh
they are gone now

some day he will think this
it is gone now too
enjoy today

 

[FifthFlower]

Santa's Daughter Helps at the Jesus Saves Mission for Homeless Men this Christmas

Her blouse she has unbuttoned. It is lying on the floor.
Her skirt she slid down past her hips. She knows the guys want more.
They've hardened. Now her bra's unclipped and nipples dance before
Their eyes, which soon they hope, will see the glory of a whore.
Then fingers slip to panties, jerk and tease them off. Adore
The way the lady shows you all, then leaves so she don't bore.

 

[RhymeFairy]

these things are always harder to anticipate
than to live
my first Christmas eve away
shhh...

don't think about it
memories sleep
in frozen meadow fields and fresh cedar trees
one for Nana, I can still remember when her elbows
could stretch to hang the ornaments high
does it do any good to remember?
those years do not exist anymore
but if I were home
home
shhhh don't think of what would be
don't think of the church candles raising high
God was the light and the light was God and every year
his words made a little more sense
alittle less sense
and the lights down Main Street changing from bells to trees to white snowflakes as we pass through
Red Hill, Pennsburg, EastGreenville and the ladies of Green Lane
put frest greens on their telephone poles
Don't think of the

shhhhh
listen to your raindrops pittering the children to sleep
think of the skit skat scootley doot jazzified carols your son
invents "name that tune" hot bagels and snap jig dancing
and the bon fire drizzle eve magic steam rising take it today

soon my baby will be saying

shhhh don't remember
don't remember how mother squeezed us all into one chair for the story of
Mr. Willowbey's Christmas tree, snipping off the top every time
and buying presents for children we never met
how we swam in the wintertime spring water chill be brave
we are not afraid of limestone cliff or cactus prick
shhhhh don't remember christmas tree marshmellows floating on hot cocoa
Daddy's peanut butter fudge and hours of glitter paint hot glue
magic magic markers in the kitchen while she....shhhh
they are gone now

some day he will think this
it is gone now too
enjoy today

Anna .... this is beautiful.

Brings a tear but still warm and loving.
Lotza imagery here ~!!

Love it ~