'Twas the night before Christmas...

I know this is a Marmite time of year, and it is fast approaching. You either love it or hate it. So here is your chance to express it! Take any perspective on it that you like. You have a month to get ranting or raving. Whichever you desire.

Rules:

* You can enter as many times as you like.
* Poem must be new
* Collaborations are allowed as long as the other person is credited.

GO!

I hate Christmas time
It is a hell of mine
I sound like Scrooge
But if you were alone, you would too
The loneliness is torture
It hurts...
Seeing how everyone else has someone
And I have absolutely no one
And this year looks the same
A full month of pain
Getting the opposite of what you want
From your favorite :/ step-mom
Happy holidays everybody
For me yeah right

Thank you for your entry :)

the true meaning of the season
society wants to keep us misbelieving
chris cringle....what a crock
well he can suck this....let me stop
how real is he....cant you tell
following him will definitely send you to hell
& thats the path we start for the child
it seems that lying & misguiding is societys style
but i refuse to ever again allow such foolishness into my Life
its called Christmas because of Christ....

Christmas My Love Hate Affair

I love Christmas time
But I think the commercialism is wrong
I hate the hustle and bustle
But love the Christmas songs

I hate the traffic around the malls
But I love all the decorations and lights
I hate the freezing rain and ice storms
But love snuggling on cold winter nights

I hate chopping fire wood
But love the smell of a wood fire
I hate getting underwear and socks
But love listening to a midnight choir

I hate that the Grinch stole Christmas
But I’m glad he gave it back
I hate that the frost stings my nose
But it’s cool his name is Jack

I hate that it doesn’t snow much where I live
But I love that it doesn’t snow much where I live
I hate when people say they don’t want anything
Then complain about what I give

I hate eggnog
I love spiced tea
I hate wrapping presents
But I love the one’s addressed to me

I love trying to wait up for Santa
I hate people who don’t believe in flying reindeer
But I do love getting a day off from work
Too bad it’s only once a year.

White flakes of snow floating all around me
My hands catching the moons tears
That strip Mother Nature’s trees to bare barks
The coldness of Christmas winter reflecting this icy heart
I hate this day of fabricated smiles and beautiful scenery
Gift giving and Christmas carols … are you kidding me
I refuse to breathe in this insanity
I refuse to create happy memories on such a sad scenery
Winter cold  ,Gloomy trees, flakes of frozen tears
Remind me of lost love, lost hope and the death of all I held dear
Christmas once a child’s dream is now only a nightmare to me
Your green, yellow, red lights do not fool me
This black and white hell reflects the life we live
Stop hiding behind
Hopefull religious stories
Gifts and Songs of Jolly
Fantasies and Christmas Stories
I hate Christmas in all its forged glory
Nothing but a lie to cover the true scenery of life

Christmas? In NOVEMBER? Miss Sub, you are truly a sick and twisted person. Okay, we all know THAT - but THIS? Okay, here's the first poem I ever wrote about Christmas. You ASKED for it. It's dedicated to womankind.

Bad Boy For Christmas.

Dear Santa,

Please send me a bad boy for Christmas-
just like I’ve always dreamed of
tempestuous and smouldering-
the kind you’d lick whipped cream off

Give me all the trimmings
six-pack, dark and flashing eyes!
(Don’t let any body read our little secret about size)
Oh yes. And a surprise!

Give him some foibles-
like a painful past
some deep emotional disturbance
I can fix - or that won’t last.

Build him like a clothes-horse
one that fills out every stitch
Oh, and Santa, don’t forget
He must be very, very rich!

Make him big and bad and dangerous
and muscular and hairy
and (be careful with the next bit!)
just the weenchiest bit scary!

So every time I look at him
my little female kneeses
go weak so I must let him do
exactly as he pleases.

Don’t forget to send the book
they give with all bad boys-
the one that tells me how to
quieten him down if he makes noise.

The one that shows me where to find
that button they keep hidden
that switches him to 'passive mode'
and makes him do my bidding.

Make sure the factory that built him
gave him a good mother
so he will do the things I say
just like a baby brother

I hear there are some faulty ones
and they can give you trouble.
Please, Santa, don’t send one of those
and burst my Christmas bubble.

Give me one who’ll come for walks
and so-oo enjoy our little talks
and when he's finished pleasing me -
will fit back in his little box.

Remembering consumer's rights
I'll keep the invoice, lest one night
his satisfaction rating drops
and he must go back to the shop.

They just don't make things the way they used to, Santa!
I left some low-fat milk for you and and organic carrot for Rudolph.

You know, that wouldn't have been half bad if the comp had been "What I want for Christmas"....LoL!!!

180 degree turn

Year in and year out
I could not digest
the shite they sprout.
A man in a red suit
who (bless him) rampantly brings
gifts via a chimney shoot.
Oh and the necessities for credit
and ridiculous costs
for tree's and decor
oh the idea needs an edit.

Three years ago
We sat down for Christmas lunch
my wife said
“I have a little hunch.”
We delivered the baby
right then
while trying to munch.
My first baby girl and
her hair
had a twirl.

So now it turns out
its not so bad
after all.

Call Me Scrooge

Oh the classic movies! You know with Grant and Stewart
They make it all seem like such a laugh, the Christmas season
Romantic and seeping with twinkling yuletide delight
but that's one present I will not be buying

These enthusiasts singing about the fire burning and children full o' joy
but my body is ice and the brats a' crying about its new toy
Shopping for days, cooking for hours; Why bother I'd rather just hibernate

One more carol, two more bells jingling ...I'll be hanging from the chimney
and I swear if that slob notions toward me and the mistletoe again
I'm shoving this tree straight up his ass
So just pour me some peppermint schnapps and let the season pass...
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:S I actually love the Christmas season :'D

christmas, what is that?
a sticker on a car -
a dog is for life not just for christmas - or
a god is for christmas not just for life,
i dunno,
maybe this year i will donate my liver to
battersea dogs (and cats apparently) home.

- this is not a poem - ...?

"My mother would like you
to spend Christmas with us,
and I think it's about time
you put some effort in
on that front."

For one day only
I'll be shutting my self off.
Throwing the phone at the wall.
Sinking whiskey,
smoking my lungs black.
Ho Ho Ho.

I wouldn't want to get in the way
of an insipid take on joy.
Bring me bottles of wine
and something the microwave
can look after.

Christmas reminds me
of the annual toleration:
The empty conversations,
the smug grins,
the money that disappears.

The family I left behind,
holding my tongue,
and having to grind through
with everyone else.

By the time you get to your presents
I'll be leaning over the toilet...
two shakes from passing out.
Ho Ho Ho.

Let me wake up at 3pm
stinking of drink
singing silent night
on a long walk
past the houses
of warm families
who know too much
about love.

As alittle girl, I was so excited of the idea of Christmas, I couldn't wait...Then a few years passed and things didn't mean the same anymore, life became complicated and Christmas was just another day to me...Then something changed, recently my mom passed away...my world fell into complete chaos and nothing made sense, I felt like part of me died with her....As I was going through her things I found some videos of our Christmas's she had taken from my youth to mid-adult years, I could see why she loved it so much, not presents, or trees or the lights...but her family is what made it CHRISTMAS! and this year I'm going to relax and enjoy my family, my Christmas...

Seasons Greetings


The choir has gathered in the street
dressed in matching hats and scarves


Inside a house three children stand
before the large glowing spruce
singing and dancing
while mammy and daddy play hymns
on the grand piano



Next door the old couple hold hands
and listen to the choir outside
they try to remember what it was like
to have the magic of children smiling
and the smell of a roasting turkey
wafting through the house



Across the street "the strange one"
kicks the chair from beneath him
and the sound of a creaking rope
and the drip drip of the last act
of a desperate man does nothing to drown
the choir singing Away in a manger



And under the bridge beside the canal
the girl in the sleeping bag
clutches the picture of her lost child
and the voucher for a one pound dinner
in salvation hall




The three children lie sleeping
happy in the knowledge
that good children
will be rewarded

Another Christmas

it's too expensive
why be jolly?
it's cold
uncaring
i can't be sharing


christmas lights
cost bills
it's a time to take
not give
just live with what your with

bah humbug
i sound like scrooge
why give to charity?
i am the poor
oh shit...here comes charolers at my door

i guess this is another Christmas
when i haven't finished paying for the last one!