Claus Poems - Poems about Claus

this dark spirit goes upon decitfull 'mistle-toes' to tell deep lies In kind disguise, with gutteral tones, this overblown' and Foetid canker, consort of bankers, necropheniaic black God forsaking.' death will take him, into hell for such awaits him' ...

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Papa Noël was afraid to pass through on Christmas Day In the streets of Port-au-Prince. Bullets were being fired in droves Sporadically, haphazardly. Many people were hiding under beds Naughty terrorists are like dogs, hyenas in vile forests or deadly wilderness They are everywhere with big machine guns which are not made in Haiti The lawless bandits or God-awful devils...

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I sit here in this secluded place, hoping that Santa would knock on my gate, but every wind that blows drifts my boat further away from the shore and the summer in my heart keeps exploding in the dark and the roaring waves toss the boat further into the sea forcing destiny to sign an...

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it's a christmas rule calories don't count eat up santa claus says so...

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You better believe it When I say this because, Here before you I sit ... The one and only, Santa Claus When I say this because ... I want you to believe, The one and only, Santa Claus Your eyes do not deceive I want you to believe Look at me, if you can, Your eyes...

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The sun never shines On Santa's behind As his sleigh only flies Across nighttime skies Still in the blink of an eye The gifts do arrive Let us all take pause To thank Santa Claus For year after year He brings us good cheer And the way to receive Is you simply believe ...

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“Twas the night before Christmas” four decades ago, when my late ex-husband suited up as Santa Claus so he could surprise our two toddlers and spice our Christmas Eve party through the midnight hour. It is our family tradition to celebrate Christmas on Christmas Eve and we committed to keep it going on. A joyous family gathering to welcome the birth of...

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Dear Santa is in a dilemma And we're making our way through December His wish list is long And he's getting things wrong As he's finding it hard to remember. Last year, Julie got an action man Little Johnny got a Doll and pram Then little Tom Knew something was wrong When Santa never turned...

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I'm a bad boy, and it is uncanny How I always get hit on my fanny. If I could get my paws... What I mean, Santa Claus - I wish Julie Andrews for my nanny....

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We are children of the planets, We are children made of stars. We once believed in a magic old man Riding in an airborne sled. With a bounty of unconditional love For every child, a bounty for any child. We must remain those children, Believing this love is universal, Believing it is truly unconditional, Love that glides on sleigh runners Over ethereal vistas of...

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I wrote to Prof Arab And I asked Dr Jew I spoke with Mrs Christian And typed to ChatGPT too One of them said it was spiritual The other, it was not real Another said academic fiction The last, it was the real deal It began in the 4th century In a place called Rome By the 12th century St Nich had entered every home As...

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In England it is almost twelve o'clock I just saw Santa Claus in his red smock He left parcels galore Outside of my front door Asked him in, but he said his lips were sore....

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written twelve years ago when yours truly about two score and twelve years old, and fishy financial fiasco about twenty six weeks before being scalloped courtesy villainous fraudster otherwise known as scam artists, blithely, glibly, and pliantly fleeced with shear trickery my coveted nest egg. TO: TWO PRECIOUS HARRIS LASSES WHO LIVE ON GREENTREE LANE THIS FAST APPROACHING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY AS WILL READILY BECAME PLAIN RECEIVED A...

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The idea of Christmas snow in Michigan is replaced with fog Hot breath exhaled to cold lollipop trees My blurry life-sized polar bear salutes through the front window To me Staring back from the couch He is sweating out there in his winter coat House fills with noisy nightly ghosts Filling empty beds left from the grown kids Creaks I suppose from the...

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Xmas is here tonight At midnight, what a night! Let's write a bad poem about Christmas Before the Midnight Mass As we offer our best wishes to all on the planet This is it Santa Claus is sliding in the chimney Hurray, hurray! Papa Noël is coming to town to bring gifts Garlic, olive oil and onion To everyone Stop all types of cheats. Long live Papa...

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