Oh, Santa
Oh, Santa, your wife /
is so distraught. You left your /
August balls behind.
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Tag Archives: Santa
Haiku to you Thursday: “Holiday”
Holiday
A young lad dreams of /
riding his paper airplane /
like Santa’s red sleigh.
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“Hope”
Hope
All hope has left is /
the first day of the year. /
Santa walks away.
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“Holding”
Holding
Finger points gently. /
He holds forth under the tree. /
Santa says, “Not yet.”
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Haiku and photo: “Holding”
Holding
Finger points gently. /
He holds forth under the tree. /
Santa says, “Not yet.”
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“Oh, Deer Meat”
Oh, Deer Meat
Oh, deer meat, what can I say? /
What won’t offend you if I play? /
A word here, a word there, /
But venison I must play with care.
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Santa giving out Halloween candy
Santa giving out Halloween candy
Happy Ho-Ho-Holloween!
From October 31, 2013.
A pirate and Mario green
On Santa’s front porch can be seen.
Oh, the memories from nine years past
May they give a smile that will last.
As the years raise, sails on the mast,
Sailing us to other shores, too fast.
To hold a moment in our hands
Is hard because of where we stand.
We want to be still, a rock on land,
But that is often not how it’s planned.
So, remember now all things seen,
Smelled, felt, and comforting.
Knowing most will be only a sheen,
A glittering moment from which we have been.
Filed under 2021, Old North Knoxville, photo, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
Monday morning writing joke: “Writer named Elf”
There once was a writer named Elf,
Who wanted to see all his books up on the shelf.
In bookstores and in homes
He wanted his stories to roam.
So he hid them among Santa’s present wealth.
Haiku to you Thursday: “Santa say”
For footfalls in the snow, /
you wait like a five-year-old. /
What would Santa say? /
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Photo finish Friday: “Crumb bummed”
Nothing quite says Happy Holidays quite like crust crumbs from your favorite left on a plate. Wonder which kind of pie Santa likes.
Filed under 2015, Photo by Beth Booker, Photo Finish Friday
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