5th December 2024 • The HERALD • Page 89 v THE NEXT HERALD IS OUT ON 9TH JANUARY v Poets Corner FATHER CHRISTMAS by Dorothy Lockyer© My name is Father Christmas, I would like you to know Loved by all, with my hearty greeting - ‘Ho, Ho, Ho!’ My suit is bright red trimmed with ermine of white A ruddy complexion, eyes that twinkle at night. I reside at the North Pole, in the snow and the ice In a smart log cabin, which is warm, snug and nice. I have some companions, they are hardworking elves Continually making toys to fill all my shelves. The reindeers are ready to pull my sleigh through the snow With that bitter North wind, their noses aglow. I never feel lonely, I get letters galore Enjoying writing replies, that’s never a chore! I’m so very popular, shall I tell you why? I visit the whole world in the blink of an eye! If you look up to the sky on Christmas Eve night You may see me, my reindeers and sleigh in full flight. Laden with presents for expectant girls and boys Who will wake from their slumber to find gifts of toys. But this Father Christmas has something to say, A confession to make; in this long running play; He has taken his place and been centre stage In Christmas traditions from age to age. But the true story of Christmas if it be told Began in a stable, in the dark and the cold With the birth of the Saviour sent from above To bring joy and peace and especially love. A Christmas Catastrophe by David K Wilson© There could be a problem on Christmas day The old chap in red has been locked away So no more toys for girls and boys And no more Santa or Christmas joy His sleigh got stuck on a railway line Up ‘till then he was doing fine But he caused a crash twixt a train and bus Now he’s been sent down no more toys R us! The train driver was doing fine Until Santa’s sleigh got on the line Rudolf bolted as the train drew near His big scared eyes were full of fear The barrier gates broke easily But Santa was as safe as safe could be Then the bus driver saw a chap in red Couldn’t believe his eyes forgot to look ahead The bus had disgorged its early load Then the driver saw a sleigh and deer He stopped the bus on the railway line Santa’s face was a mask of fear Up until then the train was fine But a mighty crash it blocked the line One broken bus one train and gates And Santa in a drunken state Santa begged on bended knee The judge was angry and displeased Sending Santa down for three long years Confiscating all his beers Now woken early every day To don a tracksuit yellow and grey They shaved his beard and cut his hair The poor old boys in deep despair A very hard lesson was learned that day Buses trains and sleighs don’t mix they say But Mrs C she might call around this year In her red Ferrari no sleighs I fear She wont be visiting overnight Visits only in the bright sunlight Some kids might wait ‘till Boxing Day She’ll do it differently her own way But she quickly tired of presents And of Christmas trees Now she’s back in business With her brand new company She’s erected one new bright red light And garaged Santa’s sleigh And Rudolf’ now put out to grass Whilst she entertains each day! What a catastrophe and all because of Santa’s many glasses of sherry! SNOW by Marlene Parmenter© Like sparkling stardust, It falls from the sky. Beautiful glistening crystals Brings a twinkle to my eye. A sweeping cover, Lays like a blanket on the ground. Dancing, gently whirling, down Making not the slightest sound. It brings a di erent beauty, Even through the night. You wonder at the magic As it shimmers in moonlight. It brings a new dimension To the landscape that we know. All looks brand new In this scene of snow. Soon it will start melting . So must get on with my main plan. And put me coat and gloves on To go make a majestic snowman. THE BROKEN SOUL by Maura Kelly© ey thought that I was down and out ey thought that I was done e more they kept me on the ground e more I looked towards that sun And as those rays of light shone down To warm my aging face I found my shoulders rise once more As I stood in humble grace No tears, no regrets, no shattered life Will destroy my battered soul Instead I’ll ght and pursue each dream As I move towards my goal e ridicule, the words of harm e insults and the pain Endured by a man whose de ant spirit Fights back to erase his shame When a man is lost and feels all alone He must look within himself And rid his thoughts of any doubt at his life is blessed with wealth No gold, no silver to weigh him down Only pennies small and few But in his heart he carries the belief at his life can be renewed Blows and strikes may knock you over In a life that’s tough and hard But a winner will nd inside his mind e strength to rebuild his guard So look towards that sun my lad When your battles near their end And remember this as you rise again at a broken soul can mend. Thank You For Christmas by David K Wilson© How many ever say thank you Lord Jesus Thank you for Christmas each year Thank you for the babe in the manger For life for love and good cheer Perhaps taking Christmas for granted Just another break in the year Thank you often forgotten Self over others I fear A simple prayer to say thank you to Jesus Thank you for Christmas each year For being that babe in the manger Thank you for still being here It’s easier to forget than remember Untrendy to admit you’re so near Say thank you before it’s forgotten For life for love and good cheer ANGEL TEARS by David K Wilson© It’s never appeared In the Michelin guide That tumbledown stable With livestock inside No en-suite bathroom Unhygienic unclean Yet the angel shed tears When the Christ Child was seen The child in the stable The wise men the star The closest to The Father Man ever reached thus far Two thousand years And much history passed That story still resonates Truth cannot be surpassed Linger for a moment On the story this far Such humble beginnings The light from the star So many years have rolled on Many centuries changed But that babe in the stable Can’t be rearranged A story so perfect Can it really be true? He’s here and he’s waiting And calling to you! Send your poems to us at 2 High Street, Hythe, Southampton SO45 6AH or email: editor@herald-publishing.co.uk The copyright of all poems that are published in The Herald belong to the author and must NOT be reproduced without their permission
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