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Night before Christmas
by
Brian Dickenson
(Age: 78)
copyright 12-19-2005
Age Rating: 1 +
Decorated dwellings,
A festival of light.
Christmas stars and Santa’s
Lighting up the night.
Sweetly sounding voices,
Singing songs of cheer.
Mother stuffing turkey,
Father, swilling beer
Children scrubbed and gleaming
Early to their beds.
Snuggled under duvets,
Pillows hiding heads.
Early hours of morning
All the world is still.
Soft white snow is falling,
Blankets windowsill.
Bleary eyed youngsters
Zombie down the stairs,
There beneath the Christmas tree,
Santa’s left his wares.
Dashing back upstairs again,
Jump on parents bed.
Mother gives out happy hugs,
Dad holds aching head.
If every day was as this day
What a world we would see.
No more fighting and killing
Just love for you and me.
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01-05-2007
David Pekrul
I don't know how I missed this one, but it reads like another 'Night Before Christmas'. This brings back fond memories except for the part about Father swilling beer. Liquor wasn't allowed in our house.
Hope you had a wonderful Christmas this year.
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07-31-2006
Emily Garwood
That really reminds me of the way i used to celebrate christmas (when i still lived in England) with all my family and close friend my sister, cousins and me calling out names of who all the presents belonged too and you're right all scrubbed and clean and dressed all nice. Oh and all the food wish she was still here to keep all the families going. Thank you for bringing back what i have been missing all these years i think i needed to remember. Good work
Keep writing
Emy
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04-22-2006
Daniel R Patton
Ahh! those were the day's, thanks for taking me back once again, if everyday could only be Christmas...Brian I'd be the poorest son-of-a gun in the world...but I'd be the happiest one too. This was fabulous, great flow.
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12-27-2005
Richard Reed Jr
Brian,
Another gem of a poem.
Good sentiments---good poetry,
And the last line is so "you!"
Rich
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12-20-2005
Anthony Lane Stahlhut
I hope dad doesn't wake every morning with an aching head, but otherwise this was very nice! I miss your stories and you are a wonderful writer! Anthony
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12-19-2005
Roger Crique
A festive and cheerful poem, depicting the nuances of Christmas and its effect on the mere mortals that succumb to its joy. The sixth stanza appears a bit forced. "Dashing back the way the came," did you mean, "...way they came?" Overall, the Christmas scene was nicely described, specially the sleepy-eyed children!
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12-19-2005
James Shammas
Now this is tamer than Golden Glove Anthony's: Pleasant, comfortable and peaceful. Makes me actually look forward to the big day.
Jim
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