“CLIMATE CHANGE IS CHANGING CHRISTMAS” by James Aitchison

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Season’s greetings — but which season?

Bush fires start much earlier now.

When the country’s devastated,

What joy will light the Christmas hour?

 

Stumps of houses, chimneys blackened,

Nowhere for Santa Claus to stop!

No trees this year decked with tinsel,

They’re just a charred and cheerless crop.

 

With all our presents wrapped in dust,

And no grass to feed the reindeer,

I hate to think of Christmas morn;

It will get worse year after year!

 

When climate change changes Christmas,

No Santa through the sky will dash.

Yes, we’ll still have our white Christmas

But a Christmas all white with ash.

“A gift of a kind” by Toni Newell

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A Gift of a Kind.

 

I saw a man,

On a street,

He had no home,

He had bare feet.

He sat in a doorway,

On a sleeping bag,

A few possessions,

Is all he had.

He sat erect,

His eyes darting,

He’d known better times,

It was disheartening.

I thought of the many,

Who lived on the street,

The various charities,

Their needs tried to meet.

I was thankful to have,

A roof over my head,

A family who loved me,

And a warm cosy bed.

I felt very lucky,

And it came to mind,

That being so blessed,

Was a gift of a kind.

“Gifts” by Penny Szentkuti

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Gifts

A gift comes from one

and is given to another.

The first is life

from a father and a mother.

Then comes a book, a baby doll,

a blanket soft and warm, to hold.

A grandma’s love,

an uncle’s time

an auntie’s favourite nursery rhyme,

a friend who listens and understands –

some gifts you can’t hold in your hand.

So notice those who give around you,

the gifts from nature that surround you.

Receive with gratitude and grace

and give with love in every case.

Prompt #32 “Oh Christmas tree Oh Christmas tree your decorations are history”

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This week is a picture prompt.
What can you come up with?

After Christmas I would like to schedule poems for January. Schools are on holidays and it’s a good time to have a break. If you could, please send me 3-4 poems each in the next week that could be included during this time. I have as well poems in the waiting room to use. You can send me any poems you have saved you would like to see published.

Thankyou Everyone

 

Please send in poems this week to

poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

Thankyou

Jeanie

And todays laugh

 

“The Gift” by Julie Cahill

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The Gift

The children took turns on Santa’s knee-
‘And what would you like?’ he asked.
The children were armed with answers;
their characters often unmasked.
‘I’d like a gun that shoots and kills,’
said a naive boy of three.
‘I’d like a doll’s house. I’ll smack my children, as my parents both smack me.’
Santa adjusted his whiskered chin;
gave thought before he answered . . .
‘Why shoot a gun? You could shoot Christmas snaps.’
Wow – what a comeback mastered.
The boy thought back, clapped his hands,
and asked for a camera from Christmas.
‘You could smack your children with loving kisses, if you receive indeed, a doll’s house.’
The girl saw red- her future daughter
with kisses all over her head.
‘I’ve changed my mind. A girl can do that.
I’d like lipsticks in Christmas red.’