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A Christmas Collection ~ Poetry

John is a freelance writer, ghost-writer, storyteller, and poet. He always tries to include a message or social commentary in his writing

Image by Thomas Wolter from Pixabay

Image by Thomas Wolter from Pixabay

Another Christmas is Here

Another year is almost ‘done and dusted’ (thank goodness) and so many of us have been looking forward to Christmas to hopefully lift our spirits. The sad fact is many people still may not be able to get together with their families due to COVID-19 restrictions and travel bans In their respective countries.

I hope you all manage to still have the best Christmas possible, and try to be positive looking forward to the New Year and a much better year ahead. Stay safe, and thank you for reading this poetry.

Christmas isn’t a season. It’s a feeling.

— Edna Ferber

Reworked and Published

This first poem 'The True Christmas' was originally published under an article titled "Poem Without an End...Christmas Theme" where I wrote a poem and invited fellow hubbers to contribute by adding stanzas/verses to it. There was a big response at the time and I had many willing contributors, however, since then the article has just wallowed unread in the depth of HubPages, with no sign of ever being moved to a network/niche site.

I thought this was the perfect time to rework it and give it new life as part of a new collection. I only included three stanzas written by other writers (the last three) and acknowledged such. I have retained the other contributions and will find a way to use them at another time.

Image by Couleur from Pixabay

Image by Couleur from Pixabay

The True Christmas

The Christmas tree is all aglow,

There's tinsel everywhere,

Mistletoe above the door,

And holly in your hair.


Carols are sung by young and old,

The church has Midnight Mass.

Presents all are brightly wrapped,

For every lad and lass.


Friends and family gather near,

They come from near and far.

The women bake the meat and veg,

While men drink at the bar.


It seems to be a happy time,

All cares are pushed aside.

But all is not just as it seems,

This is a sad Yuletide.


For those who live their lives alone,

Or habitat the streets,

Christmas is a lonely time,

No presents, cheer or treats.


They sleep on benches, cry at night

They cuddle to and fro

They watch the children laugh and play

Making Angels in the snow. (-by Reyne123-)


But we can change their stricken lives,

And help them on their way

With love and warmth to guide them through

On this our Christmas Day! (-Nell Rose-)


A sharing poem brings Christmas forth

To lend its glow to tree and hearth,

To remind us each of what is meant

By "Good Will, Peace on Earth"! (- Nellieanna Hay-)

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!”

— Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!

"Just please bring back my dad.":Image by eanechiporenko from Pixabay

"Just please bring back my dad.":Image by eanechiporenko from Pixabay

Wish Him Merry Christmas

Hear the jingle of the bells,

Holly decks the halls,

A Christmas tree with sparkling lights,

And tinsel on the walls.


To see the presents brightly wrapped

makes my Christmas sad.

There's one for Tom, and Mom, and me,

But not a one, marked 'Dad'.


My Daddy's gone away you see,

He isn't coming home.

Mom said he's got another life,

But I'm sure he is alone.


Dad misses us, I know he does,

He told me on the phone.

But Mommy doesn't want him back,

She said, "The bird has flown".


I wrote to Santa Claus last night,

And scribbled on my pad,

"I don't want any other gifts,

Just please bring back my Dad."


"But if you can't convince him,

And apart we must remain,

Then wish him "Merry Christmas",

From his loving daughter, Jane.

One can never have enough socks," said Dumbledore. "Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn't get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

That's sand not snow: Image by photosforyou from Pixabay

That's sand not snow: Image by photosforyou from Pixabay

Yuletide Wish

This Yuletide wish

For friendship and fun

From an Antipodean

Son of a gun.


Is sent to all my Hubber friends,

With love and gratitude,

For your encouragement

From 30 degree S latitude.


May your Christmas be joyful

And all wishes come true.

May angels watch over you

And Santa Claus too.


But amid all the presents

And celebration this season,

Please acknowledge our saviour

As Christmas' true reason.

How many observe Christ's birthday! How few, His precepts!”

— Benjamin Franklin

© 2021 John Hansen

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