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TITLE (EDIT) Christmas Verses
DESCRIPTION I wrote these for a forum, in which members each contributed to a Santa Claus thread. [816 words]
AUTHOR Charles Turner
ABOUT THE AUTHOR - [November 2012]
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Christmas Verses Charles Turner On a now defunct forum site, I, along with other members, wrote poems depicting Santa's journey one Christmas Eve. Here are the best of my own. 1 I hide to view Santa I watch from his back He bends near the mantle Oops - butte crack He helps himself to the gin Becoming ever so jolly He exits with a grin Then falls from the roof into the holly The elves plop him on the sleigh His feet stuck in the air Moaning How much does he weigh? He's not one; he's a pair I saw them slip into the night like a moving star Then rushed to see if he'd left me some liquor at the bar 2 Santa chugged mylanta alka seltzer and pepto and tums Yelled at the reindeer, "Faster ya bums!" The sleigh was hot with friction, smokin', As it lit on roofs and waited for Santa to place a token In each stocking and beneath each tree, No time to take even a pea (There was a pea salad on Andy Smith's table). The elements of night were growing unstable. Santa rolled up his sleeves: "Gotta serve every child who believes, From one to nine hundred and one, Get all in on the fun." 3 Next went sleigh and crew To the lands of gloom and grue, For the heart of the season Knows not spirit's treason; But ministers to wrath and rue. Santa, said one elf named Joe, There's a child whose father says no When asked if there is love named Santa. The child has no gift; He's not on the list. Oh, Santa, what is the answer? Santa clucked sadly with woe; There is no answer friend Joe; For magic dust I sprinkle To make their hearts twinkle; But, I cannot alter the nature Of despair, of disbelief and failure If hearts are closed and avenues cut off. He choked with a sob and a cough. That one's meager Christmas they served, That one they lost the nerve. Another one slept in booze and pills, Soon to forget his worldly ills. And when they left the plain of gloom and sadness It left a stain on all their remaining gladness 4 In the still sylvan night Perchance a swinging light What or who this Holiest hour With lantern a-glower Puts foot before foot Entrants boot by boot Moon-dapple bower What eyes sweep the room Broom straw across the gloom Peruse yon sleeping tadpole Gloved hand pulls out of the hole In his bag a fragment of star To place it in center of the scar Of moonlight across the blanket scroll 5 On the fly again Santa rests, a toddy in hand. He notes young Linda moved without warning; She lived at the house below just this morning. He sends elf Joe to reconoiter Searching here and across the border. She's here, Joe signals; It's the girl with the pigtails. They swoop; they land. Asleep in the sand The whole family huddled. The elf's approach, befuddled. I don't understand why some must hide. And Joe the elf stood back and cried. 6 Pirate Pete hid among the rocks Inside the many slopes and pocks Listening for the swoosh of approaching sleigh and deer. He lolled across the coarse stone sipping foaming beer. In his hand a lasso to trap the fat man's ride, A sword and pistol pressing his side. "Swoo-" He hears it on high. "-oosh'. He flings his rope to the sky. With a twang the line grows taught; Santa, elves and deer are caught. Har, the delighted pirate cries; "I've got you for all your lies. Telling folks the reindeer are boys, Giving out on the savior's birth mere toys; I could make you walk a plank. Arrr, in fact my ship just sank. Would ye be for giving a poor pirate lad a ride? I'll take it and swallow my pride." "Get in young man," spoke stern Santa. "Folks like you make me need Mylanta. What's this guff that I'm a liar? The truth of Christmas is life's fire, With a little harmless fun. Hey, look what I've done. I don't mean to make you cry, friend. Take this gift and let our argument end." "Arr; I'm a pirate; I can never change. In the end I'm gonna rob you though it seems strange. Can you keep me an appointment for the mid of May? For I intend to waylay you on the one called May Day." Certainly I can; Here shake my hand." He let Pete down And turned the sleigh around. "Adios, you pirate," he yelled. "Open your gift; it's swell." The pirate removed the patch from his one eye He opened the gift and began to cry. "Arr, a teddy bear, With curly brown hair. Thank you Santa Claus. We'll not fight; there's no cause." And Santa cried "Hi yo reindeer" And sailed into a sky serene and clear.
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