Swarthy & 'Fro

A Christmas Poem

(Stanza Poems)

Written By Nigh-Jee

Synopsis

A poem about Christmas you can read annually on its eve.

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Reindeers fly on stars in the night sky

Carolers lullaby my dreams tonight

Rainbow sprinkles climb on mountains of whipped frosting

The cold henna vanilla snowflakes on my cocoa skin

Peppermint candy canes skate through the halls—their swerves grow holly leaves upon a Christmas village’s townhall

Twinkling lights surround my body and lifts me up

I see a full moon and angels play the harp’s fireplace tune

Oh, the North Star shines so bright—I look at it, and somehow don’t go blind and never lose sight

The magic floats me back to my bed of clouds that once swam the Arctic ocean like a boat

After the sun rose like the telefora’s that bloomed

I awake to elves hanging up stockings

They place mini-presents in them, presents that came from snow globes left shaken

A city flies above—it’s a winter wonderland

And the bell tower rings to rain frosty the snowman “teddy bears” upon the land

Oven baked Christmas cookie faces smile so happily and read stories like How the Grinch Stole Christmas and A Christmas Carol to me

The mailman arrives, rings the door, and leaves a package outside my porch’s floor—I bring the package inside my home to explore with words saying evermore:

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Donor: North Pole

From: Mrs. Clause

To: A person who has the gentleness of soul

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The package untapes and opens itself—there lies a note as sweet as honey, that smells of icing and ginger upon sour lime and raspberry gummy

The message entails, “A blanket made of minty cotton candy yarn, with a secret material so rare, only Santa Clause’s coat can hold tight something so warm”

I cry away this year’s moments when I felt as lonely as the only ornament on a tree

I tear away this year’s times of when people never checked up on me, and how this emotion pushed me off the top of snow-filled hills and into a shriveled and crumbled poinsettia sea

I sit on my sofa and wrap myself with this blanket like a Christmas present on its Eve

And continue to listen to those cookies tell of stories such as, The Tale of Three Trees by Angela Elwell Hunt and Miracle on 34th Street by Valentine Davies—The Polar Express by Chris Van Allsburg and A Christmas Story by Jean Shepherd—lastly, Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer by Robert May and the Nutcracker and Mouse King by ETA

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