2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

Yesterday, I mentioned the narrative poetry anthology that Jane Shlensky and Nancy Posey are getting together. However, three of my poems were recently published in one of my favorite online poetry publications, Otoliths. Click here to read all three of the poems.

For today’s prompt, write a “we’re being watched” poem. Humankind has really created a bunch of, umm, interesting things over the past 150 years or so. Some of it has helped save lives; some of it has helped destroy them; and some of it has helped spy on them, whether through phone taps, infrared vision, drones, online hacking, or surveillance cameras. Write a poem that touches on such things.

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Here’s my attempt at a We’re Being Watched poem:

“Crazy”

“You’re crazy. Super amplified, bona fide, Grade A crazy,”
shrugged Walt. “I mean, I can’t believe you called me
over here just to tell me something as crazy as that. I mean,
what if there’s a prowler out there on the loose still.”

“So you think Jesse was snatched,” suggested Marcus.
“Don’t put words in my mouth,” said Walt, “but why not?”
“First, they don’t have his car. Second, they don’t have
any real leads. Third, he’s a really weird dude,” said Marcus.

“Shhh…” Walt placed his hand up in front of Marcus’ face
and said, “I think I heard something.” Both listened
intently. Sure enough, there was a soft rustling below.
Then, a creaking of wood on one of the steps. Then,

another and another before a light knock. Both boys
sprang back as the hatch lifted up to reveal Barbara.

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roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of the poetry collection, Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He edits Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, in addition to writing a free weekly WritersMarket.com newsletter and a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine.

This is his eighth year of hosting and participating in the November PAD (Poem-A-Day) Chapbook Challenge. He can’t wait to see what everyone creates this month–not only on a day-by-day basis, but when the chapbooks start arriving in December and January. Fun, fun, fun.

Follow him on Twitter @robertleebrewer.

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304 thoughts on “2015 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 6

  1. Walt Wojtanik

    WHEN SHE WAS BAD, SHE WAS AWFUL

    She’s the Naughty List poster child.
    Her face is the icon of bad!
    She used to have a manner mild,
    she’s the Naughty List poster child.
    All the knocks against her are piled
    up. Oh, all the chances she’s had!
    She’s the Naughty List poster child.
    Her face is the icon of bad!

  2. PSC in CT

    Leaf Peepers

    It’s
    that time again
    and we want
    only to be left alone
    to do what we do best
    uninterrupted, unimpeded:
    savor the autumn sunshine,
    ruffle in the breeze,
    take flight, freefall
    flip, spin, twist
    with the wind at our backs;
    bunch, huddle, muster, cluster,
    with nobody butting in.
    Accumulate, congregate without
    being blown up or raked in;
    to play with our palettes,
    change colors
    sans cameras or
    prying eyes.
    Tourists,
    please,
    go
    h
    o
    m
    e
    !

  3. tobysgirl

    The ‘rents Have Eyes

    I had no idea how much they knew, but they seemed to know everything.
    From smoking cigarettes downtown,
    to who I was hanging out with,
    and then the fact that I should be on birth control.
    How my mother knew I was having sex was beyond me.
    I was always very careful.
    The fact that I walked in smelling like pot
    at 10:30pm (a half-hour before curfew to show she could trust me),
    and she never said a word, led me to believe she was a clueless adult.
    How could she know? We never did talk about it.
    We still don’t.
    However it was that she learned of my life,
    it just made me more secretive,
    more distrustful of anyone and everyone,
    and made it easier to push others away that might have helped me.

  4. RJ Clarken

    Affair

    …and at the risk of sounding like
    a fish that’s speared upon a pike,
    I think, I feel, there’s eyes on us.
    It’s just not something we discuss.
    I know that I’m not paranoid,
    have strange disorders coined by Freud,
    or even tend to make a fuss.
    It’s just not something we discuss.
    The walls have ears? The trees have eyes?
    Each keystroke’s monitored by guys
    with secret handshakes, nods…and thus,
    it’s just not something we discuss.
    For if you disappear one night,
    I’ll know, for once, that I was right.
    Each stolen kiss rides on a buss.
    It’s just not something we discuss.

    ###

  5. pipersfancy

    Releasing Memories from Watch

    Ghosts live in these floorboards:
    hidden, flat and silent, held down by
    a generation’s lack of optimism, a petulant
    wooden sky turned umber with despair.
    They creak and groan in protest
    as I walk on weathered pine
    across a space I knew so well in youth.
    I thought I knew a truth when I was young;
    I thought I had an inner vision (wisdom)
    of things I might explore once time
    allowed me leave—
    but here I stand upon this weathered pine
    with only memories below my feet.

    I had to run away—
    as surely as I knew this day would come
    when I’d return.

    I look down.

    Fish stare up through cracks. Quicksilver,
    slick and slippery, darting cautiously,
    surprisingly, before they fade and reappear—
    the dying have no schedule to keep,
    and through their pearlized eyes they keep
    unblinking watch on me. They know their time
    is short; a phosphoric flash of madness, sensed,
    now captured on the grieving wall, a memory,
    a moment, a reflection of a thought.

    I’ve come to set them free.

    I’ve come to see the miracle of swallows,
    Capistrano Mission bound, breaking bonds of
    gravity, breaking ties of things that bind
    and hold, but cannot see truth in flighted glory.

    With hammer strength, I strike the planks with open
    hands and mouth, rip into them with nails and teeth
    until they splinter into toothpicks; there is no resistance
    left in them, these fish, and soon the smelted silver
    lies silently around my feet.

    And those that heal shall live again, released in form,
    to rise and fly, despite their broken wings, while I am
    freed to follow their migration.
    —Christina Perry

  6. Yolee

    Sevenling

    Doves, rings
    and sun-kisses
    lionized their day.

    The woodwinds,
    strings and brass
    wept with joy.

    Vows were cathedralized in the sanctuary of their love.

  7. browdd22

    Watcher

    I walk
    I spit
    I fall
    EYES ARE EVERYWHERE
    They peek through the screens
    They lurk down the halls
    Your phones find them
    Your watches may even sense them
    Watchers are among us
    See them with your alternate sight
    And understand

  8. Shennon

    I used to work
    for the NSA.
    We didn’t exist,
    or so they say.

    They bugged my house
    to spy on me,
    to make sure I stayed
    a good employee.

    Secrets I learned.
    Secrets I kept.
    While I never leaked,
    I was a suspect.

    I lost my job.
    My wife moved on.
    Because they were watching,
    all my dreams are foregone.

    –ShennonDoah

  9. KarenAWK1

    The Fly Knows
    by Karen Koger

    to be a fly
    upon the wall
    who sees it all
    and flies away
    but doesn’t say
    a word

    of what he sees
    between the walls
    that hide it all
    from outside eyes
    who swat at flies
    and curse

    the flies between
    the walls that hide
    disordered lives
    and tattered days
    their secrets safe
    with flies

  10. Sibella

    Watching the Detectives

    The story goes that if you listen close
    you can hear when Pete Thomas
    drops his drumstick. A hiccup,
    a mild cardiac fright, an angelhairsbreadth
    more than syncopation. Why does a song
    have rhythm, when life so often lurches?
    It was some comic, I think, who said time
    is what keeps everything from running
    into everything else. The human will,
    a metronome: we always want to hold
    the sticks, to claim intention for
    the happy accident, as if to match
    the cadence of the unseen clockmaker.

    Pamela Murray Winters

  11. hohlwein

    Turn

    That side of your face
    that angle

    you,
    clearly you

    deciding which
    candy bar
    which
    candy
    which
    chocolate

    you

    clearly you
    in this moment

    where love can be something else
    almost is

    which

    which love
    (you turn towards the camera, then away)

    which moment
    that will get you to the next
    and then next
    that will get you through the night

    In the camera
    you are serious
    so serious
    as if you had never been loved
    very serious and then you are out

    of frame

  12. Natasa Bozic Grojic

    Bird, River

    She changes.
    When I touch her
    with my wing,
    she is long, blue and majestic.
    She snakes through valleys and
    I follow along.
    I like to dip my feet
    into her cool waters
    as I catch fish.
    I never let her out of my sight.
    She is my mother.
    She gives me everything I have.
    When I fly towards the sun,
    she becomes a memory,
    a distant blur.
    As I spiral downward,
    all I can see in her
    is my own reflection.

  13. Walt Wojtanik

    LIST, KISSED AND MISTLETOE

    Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
    We’ll spice up our Christmas list,
    and have a laugh when we are done.’
    Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
    I’ll meet you ‘neath the mistletoe, Hon,
    and you’ll know that you’ve been kissed!
    Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
    We’ll spice up our Christmas list,

    1. ppfautsch24

      Morning Watch
      His morning watch perched at his window.
      He watched her like a hawk.
      Silent eyes that pierced; held her every move
      in sensual memory.
      His arms snaked around her ample body,
      firm bottom, soft round breast, and a curvy
      waist. He admired her voluptuous style.
      She stretched, arched her back; Chesire Cat
      lithe beauty delighting in the luxurious feel of
      his warm frame molded to hers.
      It was a perfect Saturday morning. One made
      for basking in each other’s arms.
      Bodies entwined, breathing light, hearts rested;
      love’s sweet making not far behind.
      Breakfast will have to wait; the soul was to be
      fed first by nature’s needing.
      Eyes locked, lips parted, palms touching, and fingers linked.
      He watched her each morning in his thoughts.
      By Pamelap

  14. bethwk

    When you walk in the fields,
    when you wander in the woods–
    sometimes you will feel it.

    When you are looking closely
    at the way the fern curls or
    at the obscure twittering bird
    hopping just out of sight
    in a leafy bower or
    at the way the ladybug
    race-waddles around the tabletop,

    when you are in the act of noticing
    the way the minnows dart
    in seemingly random chaos
    before they form up
    into an ordered school or
    the way the sun illuminates
    the golden of an autumn afternoon,
    or the way one piece of quartz–
    just one of thousands–
    suddenly sparkles from the field row

    Have you also noticed
    that you are being noticed, too?
    How the looking goes out
    while drawing other looking in?
    How the inner knowing eye
    of all that is
    is bent upon observing
    the awe-inspiring creature
    that is you?

  15. Connie Peters

    You’re Being Watched

    You’re being watched throughout the day.
    You’re first to rise. Prepare the meds.
    You’re diligence is on display.
    You do the laundry, make the beds.

    You’re being watched throughout the day.
    You help with breakfasts for the two,
    And usher them along their way.
    You make us laugh by things you do.

    You’re being watched through the day.
    You’ve patience of a fisherman.
    You make us feel that we’re okay.
    You spend your workday on the run.

    You’re being watched throughout the day.
    You make phone calls, get things in line.
    And you give hugs without delay.
    You make disasters come out fine.

    You’re being watched throughout the day.
    I haven’t thanked you near enough.
    So this short poem is just to say.
    You’re being watched with all my love.

  16. seingraham

    BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING, AND LISTENING,
    AND TAKING NOTES

    When that guy Snowden came out with his information
    about all the inappropriate snooping the government
    does routinely on ordinary folks
    It didn’t surprise me in the least
    Maybe it comes from watching too much of that show,
    “Person of Interest” – I think it mirrors what Snowden’s
    afraid of, and has gone to great lengths to talk about
    People say to me that he’s just out for the publicity,
    he’s a traitor; he’s this and that
    I have a problem with this theory

    He’s a man without a country now – he has to live in hiding,
    probably for the rest of his life
    He tried to go through proper channels with his info when
    he first discovered it, and was told by the powers that be,
    he would likely be indicted, spend years in jail
    I agree with those who think he’s done a courageous
    thing –
    Will it do any good?
    I really don’t know – I hope I don’t ever personally have to
    find out.

  17. Jolly2

    WE ARE BEING WATCHED
    By John Yeo

    Supposing mind communication took over from speech
    Minds could communicate with minds remotely.
    Vast distances would shrink at once.
    There would be no secrets anywhere.
    All information would be open minded
    And available by scanning.
    There would be no secrets at all.
    The thinkers would be open to plagiarism,
    Stealing an unexpressed thought instantly.
    Before the idea was fully formed.
    How can you copyright pre-thoughts.

    Sleeping rough under a surveillance camera
    Would actually be preferable than in the dark.
    Defenceless and open to abusive behaviour
    The watchers would always be around to watch.
    Turn off the mikes, close down the cameras
    Throw the iPone in the bin.
    What would be visible to a drone
    If you stuck your head in the sand.

    I called you on my iPhone today,
    Ten listeners relayed the news
    To ten different estate agents.
    I am looking for another house.

    Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

  18. De Jackson

    Tin Foil Hat

    What’s that
    sound? Eyes and ears abound,
    and they’re coming to take me
    away.

    What’s that
    you say? Big Brother’s
    near. Oh, dear.

    The trees have eyes.
    (The hills, too.)
    And don’t even get me
    started on the moon.

    .

  19. lsteadly

    Seen After All

    In the light of day it seems
    that all is exposed too easily
    impossible to hide when day’s eyes
    glare down rain or shine
    it’s at night when fear finds
    a hold, fraying thoughts into uncertainty
    at what lies beyond
    the window, the end of the drive
    the edge of the woods
    after all
    who’s watching day or night, rain or shine
    life lives in the details
    in what we’ve seen after all

  20. Janet Rice Carnahan

    BAKED IN FEAR – Limericks

    There once were two bakers named Vonn,
    Who’s calm demeanor was just a put on,
    They were famous for pies,
    Although fearful of spies,
    On the subject, they’d always drone on.

    Into their cookies, they suspected microchips,
    That secretly contacted Russian ships,
    They’d search through their flour,
    On the clock every hour,
    Hoping to detect oddities or blips!

    Looking all through their best cakes,
    With infrared googles is what it takes,
    Weeding out hidden Spyware,
    A leading cause of their scare,
    To serve up the best was always high stakes.

    Late at night, they checked their yeast,
    Giving rise to diversions, to say the least!
    They didn’t want to dread,
    Something suspicious in their bread,
    Or face any unforseen beast!

    Pulling apart their well kneaded dough,
    They took it as far as it would go,
    Wishing to avoid microphones,
    Showing up as blueberry scones,
    Making sure to stay in the know!

    Their greatest fear was who might be spying,
    Watching them bake with customers buying,
    But they became paranoid,
    And fell through the void,
    Leaving them without any real dough and crying!

  21. Alaina Dawson

    draw open the curtains, this is our final show

    you use to watch me dance around the room
    eyes lighting up from the electricity between us
    a shy smile crept over your face
    and you couldn’t help but stare

    some nights i didn’t dance
    some nights you didn’t watch
    some nights we quietly retreated
    exchanging wishes of dreams so sweet

    on the nights i decided dancing was the only solution
    you would sit on the couch, refusing to meet my gaze
    if you had been on the outside looking in
    you might have thought this love was worth saving

    but from far away, everything looks perfect
    and i guess i should have listened a little bit closer
    to those goodnights that were riddled uncertainty
    those ones that were really meant to be goodbyes

  22. Pat Walsh

    Watch
    by Patrick J. Walsh

    “we know now… this world
    was being watched…”

    the deep rich baritone
    echoes outward
    distinguishing the
    familiar recording

    streaming now from
    the tiny speaker
    of the absolutely newest
    gee-whiz smartphone

    down through the years
    radio transcription disc
    reel to reel cassette
    cd mp3

    and still we listen, while
    scanning the horizon
    for a sight more fascinating
    than ourselves

  23. tunesmiff

    DON’T LOOK NOW
    G. Smith (BMI)
    —————————
    I picked you up for our first date,
    Your father said to not be late.
    We got caught by the train on our way back,
    Watching the cars go clickty-clack (clickty-clack, clickty-clack).

    We pulled up front at half-past curfew,
    There wasn’t much that we could do.
    I walked you up to your front door,
    Afraid he wouldn’t let me take you out any more (any more, more, more).

    Thinking this would be my only chance,
    I wanted to ask you to the dance.
    Before I had a chance to speak,
    You stepped away and whispered to me,

    “Don’t look now,
    I think my father’s watching.”
    Then he flashed the porch light to let us know.
    I didn’t get to ask the question,
    But somehow I knew you’d not say no.
    Somehow I knew.

    We went to college in two different cities,
    When I saw you again you were just as pretty.
    It wasn’t long till I asked you out;
    And I knew right then, there was no doubt.

    I started looking didn’t say anything,
    Till I’d saved enough to buy you a ring.
    One night at your door, before taking a knee;
    You cut your eyes and whispered to me,

    “Don’t look now,
    I know my father’s watching.”
    Then he flashed the porch light to let us know.
    I didn’t get to pop the question,
    But somehow I knew you’d not say no.
    I knew you’d not say no.

    So here we are in front of these witnesses,
    You dressed in white, really something to see.
    In the middle of flowers and candles and stained glass,
    You winked and smiled and whispered to me,

    “Don’t look now,
    But my father is watching.”
    Web almost laughed and your eyes sparkled blue.
    I didn’t pause; I answered the question,
    “You know I do; you know I do.”

    Don’t look now…

  24. Rob Winters

    I print driving directions.
    I map out secondary roads
    with no cameras.
    I leave my phone and ID at home.
    I take the old car — the one with
    points, and a carburetor.
    I drive for hours.
    I pay in cash.
    I am untraceable.
    I do this because I still can.

  25. elishevasmom

    Third Eye

    When I was young
    and a friend or cousin
    came over to play,
    there were certain lines
    I wouldn’t cross—
    like stealing cookies
    from the cupboard
    above the fridge,
    or running up on the
    garage roof (accessible
    from the hill behind).

    I just knew that my mom
    had eyes in the back of her head—
    she always knew—
    there was no putting one over on her.
    When I was really little,
    and I first heard that expression,
    I imagined that they were real.
    I guess my mom had me
    trained well enough that
    as I grew older, and knew
    that they weren’t physical,
    they might as well have been.
    That made the whole thing
    even scarier.
    She just always knew.

    A generation later, as I
    raised my own children,
    I understood that it was
    a matter of finely tuned
    intuition.
    With a greater number
    of kids, and smaller living
    quarters, it was harder
    for them to be absolutely
    silent about getting away
    with anything. I had my kids
    convinced that my psychic
    capabilities extended to my
    hearing, as well.

    To this day, it wouldn’t
    occur to me to try and
    put something past my mom.
    She has that third eye,
    for sure.

    Copyright © Ellen Evans – 2015
    day 127 of 365
    11.6.15
    day 6 of PAD 11/15 a “being watched” poem

  26. De Jackson

    The Eyes Have It

    Mom’s got eyes in the back of her head
    (sounds creepy, but it’s true.)
    It’s enough to fill your heart with dread;
    Mom’s got eyes in the back of her head.
    She’s got one on sister, one on dad,
    and yet another one on you.
    Mom’s got eyes in the back of her head
    (sounds creepy, but it’s true.)

    .

    1. Walt Wojtanik

      I’M FOLLOWING YOU AGAIN

      Sounds creepy, but it’s true,
      Just over a month until Christmas!
      Funny how it sneaks up on you,
      (sounds creepy, but it’s true.)
      There’s only one thing your can do,
      get yourself on the “nice” list!
      Sounds creepy, but it’s true,
      Just over a month until Christmas!

      1. De Jackson

        Naughty List, for Sure

        Just over a month until Christmas?
        Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
        I’ll bring the mistletoe, you bring the kiss –
        it’s just over a month until Christmas.
        Even with coal in our stockings, Miss,
        I’d say we’re the lucky ones.
        Just over a month until Christmas?
        Who cares? Let’s have some fun!

        .

        1. Walt Wojtanik

          LIST, KISSED AND MISTLETOE

          Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
          We’ll spice up our Christmas list,
          and have a laugh when we are done.’
          Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
          I’ll meet you ‘neath the mistletoe, Hon,
          and you’ll know that you’ve been kissed!
          Who cares? Let’s have some fun!
          We’ll spice up our Christmas list,

          1. De Jackson

            Santa Baby

            We’ll spice up our Christmas list,
            and add a wink or two.
            We’re in the spirit and we must insist
            on spicing up our Christmas list.
            It’s 10 pages long, but here’s the gist:
            Dear Santa, me and you.
            We’ll spice up our Christmas list
            and add a wink or two.

            .

          2. Walt Wojtanik

            VISIONSCAPE

            And add a wink or two
            to go with a blink and a nod,
            That would be the thing to do,
            add a wink or two.
            The kiddos dream of sugarplums too,
            Which you cannot consider as odd,
            And add a wink or two
            to go with a blink and a nod!

          3. De Jackson

            Dash Away

            To go with a blink and a nod,
            all Santa needs is a sleigh,
            and a flying reindeer squad.
            To go with a blink and a nod,
            he gives Dasher a little prod
            and off they go – on their way!
            To go with a blink and a nod,
            all Santa needs is a sleigh.

            .

          4. Walt Wojtanik

            ALL SANTA NEEDS

            All Santa needs is a sleigh,
            that and a bag and big white beard!
            Then Santa and Company are on their way,
            all Santa needs is a sleigh,
            All in the cause for Christmas Day,
            I am Santa Claus, have you heard?
            And all Santa needs is a sleigh!
            (That and a bag and big white beard!)

          5. De Jackson

            Santa with a Phd

            That and a bag and a big white beard
            will get you a job at Macy’s.
            Your friends might think your career is weird,
            what with the bag and the big white beard –
            but so long as the float’s well steered,
            just dare them to call you crazy!
            That and a bag and a big white beard
            will get you a job at Macy’s.

            .

          6. Walt Wojtanik

            WANTED: SINGLE KRINGLE TO JINGLE ALL THE WAY

            We’ll get you a job at Macy’s.
            It will be a miracle if you land on 34th Street.
            You have a familiar face, see?
            It will get you a job at Macy’s.
            Folks will think you’re the real S.C.
            And all Santa’s mail will land at your feet!
            We’ll get you a job at Macy’s.
            It will be a miracle if you land on 34th Street.

          7. De Jackson

            Desperately Seeking Santa

            It will be a miracle if you land on 34th Street
            at the same time as Mr. Kringle.
            He might still be on the Guardians retreat.
            It’ll be a miracle if you land on 34th Street
            while the fat man’s in town with his reindeer fleet.
            (If he’s not there, just give him a jingle.)
            It will be a miracle if you land on 34th Street
            at the same time as Mr. Kringle.

            .

          8. Walt Wojtanik

            RELYING ON A WALTER EGO

            At some times as Mr. Kringle,
            Santa gets to see things up close and personal.
            When people are good, he gets this tingle
            some times as Mr. Kringle.
            The sleigh bells start to jingle,
            and the reindeer leap from their stall!
            And at some time, Mr. Kringle
            (as Santa) gets to see things up close and personal.

          9. De Jackson

            They don’t call him Saint Nick for Nothin’

            As Santa gets to see things up close and personal,
            he knows his naughty from nice.
            He’s got the wonder and the wherewithal,
            as Santa gets to see things up close and personal.
            There’s a thorough list in his arsenal,
            but he doesn’t have to check it twice.
            As Santa gets to see things up close and personal,
            he knows his naughty from nice.

            .

          10. Walt Wojtanik

            BEYOND HIS SHADOW

            He knows his naughty from nice,
            the benefit of the doubt is his to give!
            Sometimes, Santa doesn’t need to check it twice,
            he knows his naughty from nice.
            The “list” is just a clever device,
            a guide for the way we should live!
            He knows his naughty from nice,
            the benefit of the doubt is his to give!

          11. De Jackson

            What’s in Your Sock?

            The benefit of the doubt is his to give,
            and coal’s uncommon, truth be told.
            His motto? Live and let live, forgive –
            and the benefit of the doubt is his to give.
            When naughty deeds can’t be undid,
            don’t fret, your stocking won’t be left out in the cold.
            The benefit of the doubt is his to give,
            and coal’s uncommon, truth be told.

            .

          12. Walt Wojtanik

            WARMING UP TO CHRISTMAS

            Coal’s uncommon, truth be told,
            Santa would rather give something good.
            Coal’s okay when it gets cold,
            but coal’s uncommon, truth be told.
            And some would wish that lump was gold,
            Santa’d give it if he could.
            Coal’s uncommon, truth be told,
            Santa would rather give something good

          13. De Jackson

            Under the Christmas Tree

            Santa would rather give something good
            when that magic morning comes.
            Just like a jolly old giant elf should,
            Santa would rather give something good.
            And he’ll wink at you under his crimson hood,
            as he eats those last cookie crumbs.
            Santa would rather give something good
            when that magic morning comes.

            .

          14. Walt Wojtanik

            CHRISTMAS MAGIC

            When that magic morning comes,
            all of Santa’s work has ceased,
            People will awaken in their homes,
            when that magic morning comes.
            All throughout that Silent night, sugarplums
            danced in children’s heads and peace
            reigns when that magic morning comes.
            All of Santa’s work has ceased.

          15. De Jackson

            Santa Finally Gets Some Zzzzs

            All of Santa’s work has ceased
            and he’s ready for a long winter’s nap.
            Mrs. Clause prepares a feast,
            now that all of Santa’s work has ceased.
            She’ll give him his pillow, and a squeeze.
            But first, perhaps a small night cap.
            All of Santa’s work has ceased
            and he’s ready for a long winter’s nap.

            .

          16. Walt Wojtanik

            MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP

            I’m ready for a long winter’s nap
            there’s still a month and a half of work to do.
            Much ado before I don my cap
            and I’m ready for a long winter’s nap.
            And you can color me hap-
            py for that. I certainly am, are you?
            I’m ready for a long winter’s nap
            there’s still a month and a half of work to do.

          17. De Jackson

            No Rest for the Merry

            There’s still a month and a half of work to do.
            Better call all the elves!
            Hard to believe, but it’s merrily true –
            there’s still a month and a half of work to do.
            Ho-ho-holy cannoli, our job’s not yet through.
            All those toys? Yep, we make ’em ourselves!
            There’s still a month and a half of work to do.
            Better call all the elves!

            .

          18. Walt Wojtanik

            NO ONE SHIRKS THEIR WORKS

            Better call all the elves, it’s moving quite fast,
            before you know it, it will be the big day!
            The work force is an expanding cast,
            better call all the elves, it’s moving quite fast!
            From the first little person to the last,
            they know “All work is all play!”
            Better call all the elves, it’s moving quite fast,
            before you know it, it will be the big day!

          19. De Jackson

            Gotta Give Christmas the Credit it Deserves

            Before you know it, it will be the big day!
            Deck the halls and fa-la-la-la-light your tree.
            Even before Thanksgiving, the stores all say:
            before you know it, it will be the big day!
            Never mind gratitude; greed’s on display!
            Shop now! We deliver! And shipping’s free!
            Before you know it, it will be the big day!
            Deck the halls and fa-la-la-la-light your tree.

            .

          20. Walt Wojtanik

            OH CAROL

            Deck the halls and fa-la-la-la-light your tree.
            Here comes Santa Claus, the lane will never be the same!
            Angels we have heard. Hi, do you see what I see?
            Deck the halls and fa-la-la-la-light your tree.
            Bing will be singing White Christmas on T.V.
            We need a little Christmas, Mame!
            Deck the halls and fa-la-la-la-light your tree.
            Here comes Santa Claus, the lane will never be the same!

          21. De Jackson

            Join the Triumph of the Skies

            Here comes Santa Claus; the lane will never be the same!
            And hark! It’s Harold, the angel!
            He sings glory to the Newborn King’s name.
            Here comes Santa Claus; the lane will never be the same!
            Peace on earth is his claim to fame,
            and mercy mild, when he’s able.
            Here comes Santa Claus; the lane will never be the same!
            And hark! It’s Harold, the angel!

            .

          22. Walt Wojtanik

            GO, HAROLD GO, GO, GO

            And hark, It’s Harold the angel!
            Celestial salutations heard from on high!
            Singing his song just like ringing bell!
            And hark, it’s Harold the angel!
            Harold B. Goode, you’re doing swell,
            from your cloud way on up in the sky.
            And for a lark, It’s Harold the angel!
            Celestial salutations heard from on high!

          23. De Jackson

            Angelic Hosts

            Celestial salutations heard from on high!
            The drummer boy grabs his drum.
            Once upon a holy, silent night,
            celestial salutations heard from on high.
            Sleep in heavenly peace, goes the lullaby,
            as we bid Emmanuel, Oh, come.
            Celestial salutations heard from on high!
            The drummer boy grabs his drum.

          24. Walt Wojtanik

            HE AND HIS DRUM

            The drummer boy grabs his drum,
            he kept a jinglin’ beat.
            Around the Christmas tree, he’d hum,
            the drummer boy grabs his drum.
            Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum he was told to come,
            his intentions were rather sweet.
            The drummer boy grabs his drum,
            he kept a jinglin’ beat.

          25. De Jackson

            He’ll be there, with bells on

            He kept a jinglin’ beat,
            pa-rum-pa-pummed bushels of fun.
            He mixed and mingled in the street;
            oh, he kept a jinglin’ beat.
            He jingled rocked folks right off of their feet.
            Yes, the jingle hop had begun.
            He kept a jinglin’ beat,
            pa-rum-pa-pummed bushels of fun.

            .

          26. Walt Wojtanik

            BARRELS AND DRUMS BOTH ROLL

            Pa-rum-pa-pummed bushels of fun
            much like barrels or drums. Anything to bang
            upon. From morning to the setting of the sun,
            pa-rum-pa-pummed bushels of fun.
            A tin soldier’s work is never done,
            and long as you wind him he’ll klang!
            Pa-rum-pa-pummed bushels of fun
            much like barrels or drums. Anything to bang!

          27. De Jackson

            Not Such a Silent Night

            Much like barrels or drums, anything to bang,
            or a barrel of monkeys, too,
            are the wish list desires of me and my gang!
            We like barrels or drums, anything to bang,
            anything that goes POW! POP! CRASH! Or CLANG!
            (Mom’s asking for earplugs, and so should you.)
            We like barrels or drums, anything to bang,
            add a barrel of monkeys, too!

          28. Walt Wojtanik

            DONNING THE MANTLE OF CHRISTMAS

            A barrel of monkeys, that’s how I see it!
            A joyous celebration for one and all.
            To take on the mantle of Christmas, to be it,
            A barrel of monkeys, that’s how I see it!
            I am Santa Claus at heart, albeit
            I believe and I’m having a ball!
            A barrel of monkeys, that’s how I see it!
            A joyous celebration for one and all.

          29. De Jackson

            Giving Thanks. Praying for Peace.

            A pipe dream for people with ideals?
            No, gratitude’s for everyone!
            Thanksgiving is a gift that’s real,
            not a pipe dream for people with ideals.
            It’s the best way for our world to heal,
            this broken place under the sun.
            A pipe dream for people with ideals?
            No, gratitude’s for everyone!

            .

          30. De Jackson

            Ooops. It sure helps to post the right triolet on the right chain. The one above goes over on our Thanksgiving rift. I’ll be back with one for this one. 😉

          31. De Jackson

            Season’s Believings

            A joyous celebration for one and all.
            I believe! I believe! I believe!
            Peace on earth for creatures large and small
            and a joyous celebration for one and all.
            It only takes a moment to answer the call:
            ’tis better to give than receive.
            A joyous celebration for one and all.
            I believe! I believe! I believe!

          32. Walt Wojtanik

            THE SANTA MANTRA

            “I believe! I believe! I believe!”
            the young man repeated as he waited in line,
            but his mantra was of little relief.
            “I believe! I believe! I believe!”
            There was little of the big man that would deceive.
            He hoped his fears would subside; he’d be just fine.
            “I believe! I believe! I believe!”
            the young man repeated as he waited in line!

          33. De Jackson

            Swear Clause

            The young man repeated as he waited in line,
            “I’ve been good, Santa – I swear!
            That incident in math only happened one time,”
            the young man repeated as he waited in line.
            “Just don’t ask my mom, and never mind
            that time I took Jason Delaney’s dare.”
            The young man repeated as he waited in line,
            “I’ve been good, Santa – I swear!”

          34. Walt Wojtanik

            YOU CAN’T PULL ONE OVER ON SANTA

            “I’ve been good, Santa – I swear!”
            Seems I’ve heard that line before.
            Sometimes it’s too much to bear,
            “I’ve been good, Santa – I swear!”
            Sure, they wouldn’t try if they didn’t care
            but I’ve checked the list, I know the score.
            “I’ve been good, Santa – I swear!”
            Seems I’ve heard that line before.

          35. De Jackson

            Santa Calls It Like He Sees It
            (So be good, for goodness sake!)

            Seems I’ve heard that line before.
            And don’t forget, I know!
            (If you’ve been bad or good more.)
            Seems I’ve heard that line before,
            and know what? I’m keeping score!
            So watch yourself under the mistletoe!
            Seems I’ve heard that line before.
            And don’t forget, I know!

          36. Walt Wojtanik

            SANTA HAS YOU PEGGED

            Don’t forget, Santa knows!
            Whether you’re sleeping or not,
            I know. Naughty/nice? If it shows,
            always remember, Santa knows!
            And that’s always the way it goes,
            so give Santa your best shot!
            And don’t forget, Santa knows
            whether you’re sleeping or not!

          37. De Jackson

            Santa Stalking

            Whether you’re sleeping or not,
            Santa’s got his eye on you.
            In his line of sight you’re caught,
            whether you’re sleeping or not.
            He’s a bit of a stalker. Turns out,
            he’s got nothing else to do.
            Whether you’re sleeping or not,
            Santa’s got his eye on you.

          38. Walt Wojtanik

            THROUGH THE EYES OF A SANTA’S HEART

            Santa’s got his eye on you,
            you better watch your actions!
            All the things they say are true,
            Santa’s got his eye on you.
            There’s a lump of coal for children who
            align in the “naughty” faction.
            Santa’s got his eye on you,
            you better watch your actions!

          39. De Jackson

            He Sees You When You’re Steeping

            You’d better watch your actions
            and mind your p’s and q’s.
            Be true in your transactions –
            yes, you’d better watch your actions.
            Minimize distractions
            (and perhaps, lay off the booze.)
            You’d better watch your actions
            and mind your p’s and q’s.

          40. Walt Wojtanik

            NOBODY LIKES NOSY

            Mind your p’s and q’s.
            Santa wraps the gifts for a reason!
            You’ll get the gifts that Santa will choose,
            so mind your p’s and q’s.
            “Do not open ’til Christmas” is not news,
            and this is my favorite season!
            Mind your p’s and q’s.
            Santa wraps the gifts for a reason!

          41. De Jackson

            Hi, Amaria! Thanks for reading! Season’s Trioletings! 😉
            (And there’s always Valentine’s Day.)

            Don’t Open (Your Eyes) Until Christmas

            Santa wraps the gifts for a reason!
            Don’t be tryin’ to guess what you’re gettin’.
            Your X-ray vision is high treason!
            Santa wraps the gifts for a reason.
            With each guess the gift is cheapened,
            and what if it’s not what you’re bettin’?
            Santa wraps the gifts for a reason!
            Don’t be tryin’ to guess what you’re gettin’.

          42. Walt Wojtanik

            NO ELEMENT OF SURPRISE

            Do not try to guess what you’re getting,
            though it’s not hard to do now-a-days,
            and I find it really upsetting,
            so do not try to guess what you’re getting.
            You’ve made a list of demands I’m betting,
            so there’s little surprise come Christmas Day.
            Do not try to guess what you’re getting
            though it’s not hard to do now-a-days.

          43. De Jackson

            Unbelievers

            Though it’s not hard to do now-a-days,
            not everyone writes a letter to Santa.
            With email and texting, there are ways;
            no, it’s not hard to do now-a-days,
            but some doubters still withhold their praise,
            and refuse to believe the Claus propaganda.
            Thought it’s not hard to do now-a-days,
            not everyone writes a letter to Santa.

          44. Walt Wojtanik

            THE GREAT UNAWARE

            Not everyone writes a letter to Santa.
            Some are bonafide non-believers
            and they spew this constant mantra,
            “Not everyone writes a letter to Santa!”
            Some are not aware or live in Atlanta!
            And even some listen to Justin Bieber!
            Not everyone writes a letter to Santa.
            Some are bonafide non-believers!

          45. De Jackson

            You’ve Been Scrooged

            Oh, those bonafide non-believers!
            How they BAH-HUMBUG! their days.
            They’re undecked hall deceivers,
            oh, those bonafide non-believers.
            Yes, they’re fa-la-la-la-la-lie weavers
            who might never change their ways.
            Oh, those bonafide non-believers,
            how they BAH-HUMBUG! their days.

          46. Walt Wojtanik

            WITHER THE GOOD OLD DAYS?

            Oh, how they BAH-HUMBUG! these days!
            Christmas just ain’t like it used to be!
            Everyone pushing for the latest craze,
            oh, how they BAH-HUMBUG! these days.
            They’d just as soon trample you into a haze,
            and that was never Christmas to me!
            Oh, how they BAH-HUMBUG! these days!
            Christmas just ain’t like it used to be!

          47. De Jackson

            Reindeer Gossip

            “Christmas just ain’t what it used to be,”
            Dasher tells Donner, with a sigh.
            “Just between Dancer and you and me,
            Christmas just ain’t what it used to be.
            What’s with all the synthetic trees?
            And the million-watt ‘HOLIDAY SALE!’ signs?
            No, Christmas just ain’t what it used to be,”
            Dasher tells Donner, with a sigh.

          48. Walt Wojtanik

            POINTS OF VIEW

            Dasher tells Donner, with a sigh,
            “I can remember back in the day,
            when you and I were learning to fly!”
            Donner tells Dasher, with a sigh,
            “…and we owe our success to the Big Red Guy!”
            Nestor the Donkey started to bray,
            telling Dasher and Donner, with a sigh,
            “I can remember that Child in the hay.”

          49. De Jackson

            This Baby

            I can remember that Child in the hay,
            the One who came to save the world.
            Mary, did you know that even today,
            we would remember that Child in the hay
            who reminds us to love, and give, and pray,
            and who brought peace to this broken earth.
            I can remember that Child in the hay,
            the One who came to save the world.

          50. Walt Wojtanik

            HERE HE COMES TO SAVE THE DAY!

            The One who came to save the world?
            He did not come from a planet with powers.
            He did not arrive with flags unfurled,
            the One who came to save the world.
            He was born to bring light to the world,
            as if a beacon from the highest tower.
            The One who came to save the world?
            He did not come from a planet with powers.

          51. De Jackson

            The Humility of the King

            He did not come from a planet with powers,
            and he didn’t come by chariot, or cape, or bus.
            He wasn’t greeted with crowds or crowns or flowers,
            and he did not come from a planet with powers.
            When he came down to this dirty world of ours,
            he was born in a dirty stable – all for us.
            He did not come from a planet with powers,
            and he didn’t come by cape, or chariot, or bus.

          52. Walt Wojtanik

            HE KNOWS THE SEASON’S REASON

            He didn’t come by cape, or chariot, or bus.
            He came by sleigh to knee before the Boy.
            An old bearded man and the Child born to us,
            and he didn’t come by cape, or chariot, or bus.
            He, the reason the old man makes a fuss,
            to offer the world comfort and joy!
            He didn’t come by cape, or chariot, or bus.
            He came by sleigh to knee before the Boy.

          53. De Jackson

            A Claus Pause

            He came by sleigh to kneel before the Boy,
            a humbled saint before a baby King.
            He didn’t bring a drum, or any toy
            when he came by sleigh to kneel before the Boy.
            He brought his heart, and offered it with joy,
            and bowed his head as he heard the angels sing.
            He came by sleigh to kneel before the Boy,
            a humbled saint before a baby King.

          54. Walt Wojtanik

            Outstanding piece, De!

            SAINT SANTA

            A humbled saint. Before him, a baby King.
            A reason he exists to propagate joy.
            The reasons choirs raise their voices to sing,
            a humbled saint before a baby King.
            The gifts of Magi inspire those he brings,
            a “birthday” gift to every girl and boy!
            A humbled saint. Before him, a baby King.
            A reason he exists to propagate joy.

          55. De Jackson

            All for Naught

            The reason he exists is to propagate joy.
            (Unless you’ve been naughty – then nothin’ but coal for you!)
            He’s never unkind, or impatient or coy.
            The reason he exists is to propagate joy.
            Without a good excuse, a patsy, or a decoy,
            what’s a rapscallion rascal supposed to do?
            The reason he exists is to propagate joy.
            (Unless you’ve been naughty – then nothin’ but coal for you!)

          56. Walt Wojtanik

            HAUGHTY WILL NOT SUFFICE

            Unless you’ve been naughty there’s nothin’ but coal for you!
            I am the boss, a forgiving Santa Claus.
            but the coal in the stocking “myth” is true.
            (Unless you’ve been naughty – then nothin’ but coal for you!)
            I have this list… naughty or nice? Get a clue!
            And trust me, that’s the way it always was
            unless you’ve been naughty there’s nothin’ but coal for you!
            I am the boss, a forgiving Santa Claus.

          57. De Jackson

            We’re Good

            I am the boss, a forgiving Santa Claus
            (for I’ve known the power of grace myself.)
            There’s no need to hide your mistakes, because
            I am the boss, a forgiving Santa Claus.
            And I’ve got an entire entourage
            of toys for you – I made them all myself!
            I am the boss, a forgiving Santa Claus
            (for I’ve known the power of grace myself.)

          58. Walt Wojtanik

            SANTA CENTERED

            I’ve known the power of grace myself,
            for grace comes from gentility and compassion.
            It is ingrained in every reindeer; possessed by every elf,
            I’ve known the power of grace myself.
            And with every toy and gift poised on the shelf,
            I have become grace myself in a fashion.
            Santa knows the power of grace in himself,
            for grace lives in gentility and compassion.

          59. De Jackson

            Santa Surveys Two Sisters

            Grace lives in gentility and compassion,
            while Gussie is kind of a snot.
            Gussie misbehaves just to get a reaction,
            while Grace lives in gentility and compassion.
            Gussie’s greedy, and grumpy and grabsome,
            while Grace is grateful for what’s she’s got.
            Grace lives in gentility and compassion,
            but that Gussie is kind of a snot.

          60. Walt Wojtanik

            ONE FOR THE LIST

            “That Gussie is kind of a snot.” Santa mused,
            that kid can’t be good if she tried.
            I’ve asked her to be good, she refused.
            “That Gussie is kind of a snot.” Santa mused.
            In spite of all the ploys that he used,
            Santa had that bad feeling inside.
            “That Gussie is kind of a snot.” Santa mused,
            that kid can’t be good if she tried.

          61. De Jackson

            All Gussied Up

            That kid can’t be good if she tried.
            She’s the Naughty List poster child.
            She’s cheated, and stolen, and lied.
            No, that kid can’t be good if she tried.
            She’s gone over to the Dark Side;
            she’s got a future with Girls Gone Wild.
            That kid can’t be good if she tried.
            She’s the Naughty List poster child.

          62. Walt Wojtanik

            WHEN SHE WAS BAD, SHE WAS AWFUL

            She’s the Naughty List poster child.
            Her face is the icon of bad!
            She used to have a manner mild,
            she’s the Naughty List poster child.
            All the knocks against her are piled
            up. Oh, all the chances she’s had!
            She’s the Naughty List poster child.
            Her face is the icon of bad!

          63. De Jackson

            Naughty Nell

            “I don’t think so, he doesn’t exist,”
            said the nay-saying negative Nellie.
            “It doesn’t matter what I put on my list;
            Santa Claus just doesn’t exist.
            Be good all you want, if you insist.
            Me? I’m gonna go raise some hell-y.
            I don’t think so, he doesn’t exist,”
            said the nay-saying negative Nellie.

          64. De Jackson

            Ringing in the New?

            As she stood in line to see the fat man,
            she went over her Christmas wishes.
            She dreamed of a ring in platinum,
            as she stood in line to see the fat man.
            She pointed and said, “I’ll take that man,
            peace on earth, and mistletoe kisses.”
            As she stood in line to see the fat man,
            she went over her Christmas wishes.

            .

          65. De Jackson

            Following the Quota to the Last Iota

            Since Santa puts a limit on requests,
            she’s pared her list down to just a few.
            She’s had a few past gift regrets,
            since Santa puts a limit on requests.
            If you want to know the truth, just be her guest.
            Now, all she really wants for Christmas is you.
            Since Santa puts a limit on requests,
            she’s pared her list down to just a few.

        2. De Jackson

          Not So Bad?

          Her face is the icon of bad,
          until you meet Naughty Nick.
          Til the moment you meet that cad,
          her face is the icon of bad.
          Then you’ll know he’s the lewdest lad
          (or the rudest – take your pick.)
          Her face is the icon of bad,
          until you meet Naughty Nick.

          1. Walt Wojtanik

            A SAINT OF A BOY

            Did you ever meet Naughty Nick?
            I didn’t think so, he doesn’t exist.
            Nick is a saint, he’s the one I pick,
            there’s no such person as Naughty Nick.
            Nick is good and smart and quick,
            if you need help, he’ll insist!
            Did you ever meet Naughty Nick?
            I didn’t think so, he doesn’t exist.

          2. De Jackson

            Oops. This went the wrong place. 😉

            Naughty Nell

            “I don’t think so, he doesn’t exist,”
            said the nay-saying negative Nellie.
            “It doesn’t matter what I put on my list;
            Santa Claus just doesn’t exist.
            Be good all you want, if you insist.
            Me? I’m gonna go raise some hell-y.
            “I don’t think so, he doesn’t exist,”
            said the nay-saying negative Nellie.

          3. Walt Wojtanik

            ONE SAID NO

            Said the nay-saying negative Nellie
            as she stood in line to see Santa,
            “No one shakes like a bowl full of jelly!”
            said the nay-saying negative Nellie.
            Then she caught sight of his robust belly.
            If anyone could, he’d be the man to!
            said the nay-saying negative Nellie,
            as she stood in line to see Santa.

          4. De Jackson

            Ringing in the New?

            As she stood in line to see the fat man,
            she went over her Christmas wishes.
            She dreamed of a ring in platinum,
            as she stood in line to see the fat man.
            She pointed and said, “I’ll take that man,
            peace on earth, and mistletoe kisses.”
            As she stood in line to see the fat man,
            she went over her Christmas wishes.

          5. Walt Wojtanik

            NO GOING OVERBOARD

            She went over her Christmas wishes
            since Santa put a limit on requests,
            it seems a little vicious
            but she went over her Christmas wishes.
            Yet, the candy canes were delicious
            they’re easier to digest,
            She went over her Christmas wishes
            since Santa put a limit on requests,

          6. De Jackson

            Following the Quota to the Last Iota

            Since Santa puts a limit on requests,
            she’s pared her list down to just a few.
            She’s had a few past gift regrets,
            since Santa puts a limit on requests.
            If you want to know the truth, just be her guest.
            Now, all she really wants for Christmas is you.
            Since Santa puts a limit on requests,
            she’s pared her list down to just a few.

          7. Walt Wojtanik

            NO NEED FOR GREED

            She’s pared her list down to a precious few,
            for she knew that greed would not prevail!
            She’ll get a few fine things for you,
            she’s pared her list down to a precious few.
            For she’s been given plenty throughout the year
            for Christmas to become an utter fail.
            She’s pared her list down to a precious few,
            for she knew that greed would not prevail!

          8. De Jackson

            A Few of Her Favorite Things

            She knew that greed would not prevail,
            as she listed her favorite things:
            family, and friends and a day to exhale.
            She knew that greed would not prevail.
            Compared to starshine, even diamonds fail
            and a gentle breeze gives her wings.
            She knew that greed would not prevail,
            as she listed her favorite things.

          9. Walt Wojtanik

            PLAYING FAVORITES

            She listed her favorite things:
            his sad smile and piercing eyes,
            rainstorms in the early spring,
            she listed her favorite things
            The joy that a Christmas morning brings,
            foil wrapped packages in disguise.
            She listed her favorite things:
            his sad smile and piercing eyes,

          10. De Jackson

            His Kiss Was on Her List

            His sad smile and piercing eyes
            met her under the mistletoe.
            What a Christmas Eve surprise –
            his sad smile and piercing eyes.
            As this year says its last goodbyes,
            she’s falling, head o’r Manolos.
            His sad smile and piercing eyes
            met her under the mistletoe.

          11. Walt Wojtanik

            MARY KISS MISS

            Met her under the mistletoe.
            She smiled in her shy, demure style.
            And me, that same regular shy joe,
            met her under the mistletoe.
            We inched closer, nose-to-nose. So,
            I leaned in to brush her lips a while.
            Met her under the mistletoe.
            She smiled in her shy, demure style

          12. De Jackson

            Jovie Elf

            She smiled in her shy, demure style
            and laughed when he started to sing.
            She just watched him for awhile,
            and smiled in her shy, demure style.
            He came toward her in the toy store aisle
            and his charm was a beautiful thing.
            She smiled in her shy demure style
            and laughed when he started to sing.

            .

          13. Walt Wojtanik

            SING-A-SONG OF CHRISTMAS

            She laughed when he started to sing
            until he got serious and belted out the words.
            And oh, what a joy his voice did bring,
            she laughed when he started to sing.
            Then, her tears welled up it made her eyes sting,
            to laugh now would be quite absurd.
            She laughed when he started to sing
            until he got serious and belted out the words.

          14. De Jackson

            A Caroling We Will Go

            Until he got serious and belted out the words,
            the whole group of carolers was flummoxed.
            His participation was really quite absurd,
            until he got serious and belted out the words.
            In the 12 days of Christmas, he left out all the birds.
            See, a whisper and a hum just don’t cut it.
            Until he got serious and belted out the words,
            the whole group of carolers was flummoxed.

            .

          15. Walt Wojtanik

            RIGHT SONG, WRONG WORDS

            The whole group of carolers was flummoxed,
            someone changed the carols lyrics.
            Who would be such a dumb ox?
            The whole group of carolers was flummoxed.
            It might have been the lummox
            who went laughingly into hysterics!
            The whole group of carolers was flummoxed,
            someone changed the carols lyrics.

          16. De Jackson

            My Blue Love Craved of Me?

            Someone changed the carols’ lyrics,
            so the dancing ladies came after the leaping lords.
            It didn’t even follow the laws of physics
            when someone changed the carols’ lyrics.
            It was a song void of birds and full of misfits,
            and “13 golden rings” just sounds absurd.
            Someone changed the carol’s lyrics,
            so the dancing ladies came after the leaping lords.

          17. Walt Wojtanik

            THE TWELVE CHRISTMAS DAZE

            The dancing ladies came after the leaping lords,
            the maids a-milking jumped clear off of their stools!
            The bird pairings sang in one accord,
            so the dancing ladies came after the leaping lords.
            These ladies were aggressive. Submissive? “HA!” they roared!
            The drummers drummed like drumming fools,
            The dancing ladies came after the leaping lords,
            the maids a-milking jumped clear off of their stools!

          18. De Jackson

            A 5 (Golden) Ring Circus

            The maids a-milking jumped clear off of their stools!
            The pipers piped a silly swan song.
            Every bird, lord and lady broke all of the rules,
            as the maids a-milking jumped clear off of their stools!
            Milk everywhere! Birds squawking! A carnival of fools!
            Even the turtle doves shelled it out wrong.
            The maids a-milking jumped clear off of their stools
            as the pipers piped a silly swan song.

          19. Walt Wojtanik

            PLAY IT, SAM

            The pipers piped a silly swan song,
            it was Santa’s favorite tune,
            a little jingle can’t be wrong,
            the pipers piped a silly swan song.
            Not too short and not too long,
            just something he could croon!
            The pipers piped a silly swan song,
            it was Santa’s favorite tune.

          20. De Jackson

            Sing It, Santa

            It was Santa’s favorite tune,
            a fa-la-la-la-lullaby.
            The one that made the Misses swoon,
            it was Santa’s favorite tune.
            He’ll sing from midnight until noon
            when the reindeer graced the sky.
            It was Santa’s favorite tune,
            a fa-la-la-la-la-lullaby.

          21. Walt Wojtanik

            HUSH LITTLE BABY

            a fa-la-la-la-la-lullaby
            sung in a hush-hush tone,
            something for when the babies cry,
            a fa-la-la-la-la-lullaby.
            they will fall asleep by and by,
            and stay so after Santa’s gone.
            a fa-la-la-la-la-lullaby
            sung in a hush-hush tone,

          22. De Jackson

            First, Christmas

            Sung in a hush-hush tone,
            the angels lull a boy to sleep.
            His parents know his power, alone,
            sung in a hush-hush tone.
            An old feed trough becomes a throne,
            as earth welcomes a baby King.
            Sung in a hush-hush tone,
            the angels lull a boy to sleep.

          23. Walt Wojtanik

            SWEET DREAMS II

            The angels lull a boy to sleep
            while visions of sugar plums dance
            and as the dreams begin to seep
            the angels lull a boy to sleep.
            The night is calm, dark and deep,
            a visit from St. Nick, perchance?
            The angels lull a boy to sleep
            while visions of sugar plums dance.

          24. De Jackson

            Mistle Toes

            While visions of sugar plums dance,
            the tiny ballerina takes the stage.
            She gives her parents a glance,
            and while visions of sugar plums dance
            and marching nutcrackers start their chants,
            she keeps the audience engaged.
            While visions of sugar plums dance,
            the tiny ballerina takes the stage.

          25. Walt Wojtanik

            HOLD ME CLOSER, TINY DANCER

            The tiny ballerina takes the stage,
            a prima donna in her little world.
            A quite accomplished stepper for her age,
            the tiny ballerina takes the stage.
            This awkward duckling has finally turned the page,
            now a graceful swan, this little girl.
            The tiny ballerina takes the stage,
            a prima donna in her little world.

          26. De Jackson

            Nutcracker Sweet

            A prima donna in her little world,
            she twirls and swirls and tippy-toes.
            Her lips are painted, hair is curled –
            a prima donna in her little world.
            She pirouettes with wings unfurled,
            big grin on face and heart exposed.
            A prima donna in her little world,
            she twirls and swirls and tippy-toes.

            .

          27. Walt Wojtanik

            DIVA IN WAITING

            She twirls and swirls and tippy-toes,
            just like the girls she sees on T.V.,
            around and ’round and ’round she goes,
            she twirls and swirls and tippy-toes
            in her ballerina clothes.
            Hoping they all will one day see.
            She twirls and swirls and tippy-toes,
            just like the girls she sees on T.V.

          28. De Jackson

            Nine Ladies Dancing

            Just like the girls she sees on TV,
            my sassy daughter kicks up her heels.
            She’s cute, footloose and fancy-free,
            just like the girls she sees on TV.
            They’re everything she wants to be,
            all full of sparkle, shine and squeals.
            Just like the girls she sees on TV,
            my sassy daughter kicks up her heels.

          29. Walt Wojtanik

            DUAL DANCING DAUGHTERS

            My sassy daughter kicks up her heels.
            My oldest daughter steps along!
            Both adept at jigs and reels,
            my sassy daughter kicks up her heels.
            These two girls are real deals
            as long as it’s the right song.
            My sassy daughter kicks up her heels.
            My oldest daughter steps along!

          30. De Jackson

            Daughter of the King

            My oldest daughter steps along
            and praises her Emmanuel.
            Her body a poem, her heart a song,
            my oldest daughter steps along.
            She sings it loud and proud and strong.
            This God With Us, she loves Him well.
            My oldest daughter steps along
            and praises her Emmanuel.

          31. Walt Wojtanik

            SHE SINGS PRAISES

            She praises her Emmanuel.
            She sings the seasons glory.
            Songs about “The First Noel”,
            in praise of her Emmanuel.
            She knows tradition just as well,
            and loves the Christmas story,
            She praises her Emmanuel.
            She sings the seasons glory.

          32. De Jackson

            Of Barns and Blessings

            She sings the season’s glory,
            a baby born to save the world.
            It’s grace’s greatest story,
            and she sings the season’s glory.
            Her heart’s released its worry,
            with peaceful voice unfurled.
            She sings the season’s glory,
            a baby born to save the world.

          33. Walt Wojtanik

            A BABY BORN

            A baby is born.
            To save the world the trouble
            of being forlorn,
            a baby is born
            on that blessed morn
            in a vacant hovel.
            A baby is born
            to save the world the trouble.

          34. De Jackson

            The Greatest Gift

            To save the world the trouble,
            heaven wrapped itself in skin.
            Love divided, doubled
            to save the world the trouble.
            Reduced to rubble:
            our fears, our sin.
            To save the world the trouble,
            heaven wrapped itself in skin.

          35. Walt Wojtanik

            NO HARD CANDY CHRISTMAS

            Heaven, wrapped in a thick skin
            of rich, dark chocolate goodness,
            golden nougat within
            heaven, wrapped in a thick skin.
            Also know as decadent “sin”,
            I do love candy, I confess!
            Heaven, wrapped in a thick skin
            of rich, dark chocolate goodness!

          36. De Jackson

            Less Stuffed Stockings

            Of rich, dark chocolate goodness
            she dreams, and sighs.
            She’s trying to eat less,
            no rich, dark chocolate goodness
            (She wants it, still, she must confess)
            but it’ll stick right to her thighs.
            Of rich, dark chocolate goodness
            she dreams, and sighs.

          37. Walt Wojtanik

            MRS. CLAUS’ TEARS

            She dreams, and sighs.
            She cries herself to sleep.
            You can tell by her eyes,
            she dreams, and sighs.
            She knows every year he flies,
            with Christmas promises to keep.
            She dreams, and sighs.
            She cries herself to sleep.

          38. De Jackson

            Elvis isn’t the only one who’s left the building.

            She cries herself to sleep
            on this Blue Christmas night.
            There’s no use counting sheep,
            so she cries herself to sleep.
            Every song is cause to weep;
            not all is calm, nor bright.
            She cries herself to sleep
            on this Blue Christmas night.

            .

          39. Walt Wojtanik

            CHRISTMAS NIGHT

            On this Blue Christmas night
            two souls in search of peace
            wish on the first star they find in sight,
            on this Blue Christmas night.
            And in the shadow of starlight,
            All pain and conflict cease!
            On this Blue Christmas night
            two souls in search of peace.

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