Christmas Rhyme Poems

I am so proud to have my son growing up right next to me
Standing so tall and majestic for all the world to see
Raising him...

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It started thousands of ages ago,
when He had only just begun.
His creativetly was beyond all thought,
it was just divine.
If one looks over the many years,
we...

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Spring is on it's way out,
with warmer days on the horizon.
Summer is a great time of the year,
sleeping in from school ~ hooray.
Splashing fun time...

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So many numbers out there , but which ones do I choose
Twelve takes centre stage , the day I joined the family tree
Seven , the...

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If only you knew the struggles I have had,
many were very sad.
My kind and loving dad,
knew I was never bad.
I should have kept a notepad,
about...

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Cover blown 
Your plan is now known
Deem dim your scheme 
But don’t forfeit your dream 

No man claims to deserve 
But all want to own...

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"God sends pets without wings so no one will suspect they are angels ..."  Unkown

Angels come in all sizes
Never knowing when they will appear
Great fur coats to...

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Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On...

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Boom decorates herself as if she were a Christmas decoration
What kind? I asked, sugar cookies, divinity or another confection?
More like a tree, her hair is...

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How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not...

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I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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Santa had lost his compass in the middle of his nightly voyage.
Much to the consternation of his insistent prissy elf, Soyage.
Santa had confidence he would...

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Me very late mum, a funereal day...

courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, 
sexagenarian, and Unitarian son
and modest mastermind maven maverick.

Another anniversary of her death occurs
upon advent of 
May...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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