Linda's Christmas/December post I think this is so funny. What kid gets all they want for Christmas? This kid in the poem really gets unlucky. Ha. He gets even in the end.
Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt
Here I am on Christmas day— I’m glad at last it came, but Christmas gifts from Mom and Dad are often pretty lame. It’s all because my parents won’t buy gifts till they’re on sale, so this year I got Easter candy, even though it’s stale. They saved a lot by buying stuff the stores might throw away, like all these shamrock-covered hats from last St. Patrick’s Day. They also gave me valentines, a Halloween mask, too, and from the end-of-summer sale, a charcoal barbecue. I got a beach umbrella to protect me from the sun. It’s ten degrees below outside; just how can that be fun? So, Mom and Dad, please understand I’m saving money, too. Next Christmas don’t be too surprised when these come back to you.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind by William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That does not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not. Heigh-ho! sing . . .
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Linda's Christmas/December post
I think this is so funny. What kid gets all they want for Christmas? This kid in the poem really gets unlucky. Ha. He gets even in the end.
Linda Knaus and Kenn Nesbitt
Here I am on Christmas day—
I’m glad at last it came,
but Christmas gifts from Mom and Dad
are often pretty lame.
It’s all because my parents
won’t buy gifts till they’re on sale,
so this year I got Easter candy,
even though it’s stale.
They saved a lot by buying stuff
the stores might throw away,
like all these shamrock-covered hats
from last St. Patrick’s Day.
They also gave me valentines,
a Halloween mask, too,
and from the end-of-summer sale,
a charcoal barbecue.
I got a beach umbrella
to protect me from the sun.
It’s ten degrees below outside;
just how can that be fun?
So, Mom and Dad, please understand
I’m saving money, too.
Next Christmas don’t be too surprised
when these come back to you.
Sleigh Bells
by Evaleen Stein
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle!
Happy winter-time!
Baby's eyes a-twinkle,
Hear the sleigh-bells chime!
Each one rings a merry
Ting-a-ling-a-ling!
For a sleigh-bell fairy
Hides inside to sing.
See them quake and quiver,
Up and downward tossed,
Seems as if they shiver
In the nipping frost!
Shiver into laughter,
Jolly little elves!
Till we laugh thereafter,
Merry as themselves!
Christmas Humor
All I Want For Christmas Is A New Surname
Dear Santa: Don't bring me new dishes,
I don't need a new kind of game.
Genealogists have peculiar wishes
For Christmas I just want a surname.
A new washing machine would be great,
But it's not the desire of my life.
I've just found an ancestor's birth date;
What I need now is the name of his wife.
My heart doesn't yearn for a ring
That would put a real diamond to shame.
What I want is a much cheaper thing;
Please give me Mary's last name.
To see my heart singing with joy,
Don't bring me a red leather suitcase,
Bring me a genealogist's toy;
a surname with dates and a place.
(author unknown)
Hannah Hutchinson
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
by William Shakespeare
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho! sing . . .
This poem was very entertaining and describes my feelings very often when relatives visit and overstay their welcome.
One Day After Christmas
Author Unknown
It's one day after Christmas
I'm crabby and I'm broke.
I'm so full of ham and fruitcake
I think I'm gonna croak.
It's nice to see the relatives
I wonder when they'll leave.
They've been camping in my bathroom
since early Christmas Eve.
They're eating everything in sight
and sleeping in my bed.
I been sacked out in the basement
with my beagle, Fred.
The relatives have all gone out
and left their screaming brats.
The toilet bowl is all plugged up
and I can't find the cat.
It's Christmastime at my house,
the relatives are here.
They eat me out of house and home.
and drink up all my beer.
I love the decorations,
and the sleigh bells in the snow
But I wish those pesky relatives
would take their kids and go.
Those cookie crunchers fed the dog
a twenty pound rib roast.
His feet are sticking in the air
like skinny old fence posts.
Now they're in a free-for-all,
the girls against the boys.
They're fighting over boxes
'cause they're bored with all their toys
My mother-in-law is snoring
in my favorite TV chair.
Those kids are stringing lights on her
and tinseling her hair
I oughta wake her up
before the fireworks begin.
But I wanna see those blue sparks fly
when they plug her in.
Gregg-What a funny poem-I may have to make copies:)
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