In desperation, Lucas #wished on the star at the top of the Christmas tree—and time ticked to a halt. The man himself, Saint Nicholas, stepped from the fireplace with his red suit and sack, a knowing twinkle in his eye.
“Please, take me with you,” Lucas whispered.
#vssChristmas
on Christmas Day,
sitting under a lit tree
reminiscing old days
#wishing my parents
were still with me
feeling chilled before a fireplace
until you hug me from behind
you, my love, are the reason
I #survive after drowning
in painful memories every day
#vss365 #vssChristmas
wishes
on the night sky
bright stars
reminders of what
have come true
#vsschristmas #wishes
#BraveWrite #star
#DailyHaikuPrompt #night
#TankaThursday #true
#TankaPoem #Tanka #micropoetry #christmas
At
the
Christmas
tree
farm
icicles
reveal
reindeers
jumping
in
the
night
sky
as
Santa’s
bag
holds
wishes
of
Christmas
magic
everywhere
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#vssmagic
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
At the strike of midnight: every snowflake stills in midair, lighting from within, a starry night indeed. The spirits of the past walk into the west, singing carols. A moment of #Christmas_magic, for those few who are awake, and still believe in such things.
#vssChristmas
She did not know this room, nor the next: #stockings hung from the mantle, embroidered with unfamiliar names. Christmas tree in the corner, a few presents underneath. There were voices coming from the kitchen. When she passed a mirror, a stranger’s face stared back.
#vssChristmas
On Christmas Eve, she passes through town, wearing a white slip dress, barefoot in the snow. Crowned with candles, carrying a sprig of #holly, the only bit of color to her person. Those who catch a glimpse feel warmer, more hopeful in the wake of the year’s ending…
#vssChristmas
Then they #shoot through the sky, bells jingling.
“Look outside!” the children call. “Starlings!”
I look again. Shapes morph into Santa’s sleigh & back again. Just a murmuration?
I smile. Can’t be. Starlings wouldn’t conjure this much #christmasmagic. #vss365 #vsschristmas
a shooting star
or santa in his sleigh?
christmas magic
#vss365 #shoot
#vsschristmas #christmasmagic
#Haiku #micropoetry #christmas
Three things happened at once: a great bell rang out, the clamour especially startling considering they were on a snowy road in the middle of nowhere; Charlie slammed on the brakes, deafened; and a herd of #reindeer #jumped across the road—
#vss365 #vssChristmas (1/2)
Snow drifted down from the magicked ceiling, warm and glittering. Beautifully dressed couples twirled around the ballroom to music played on golden instruments. An #enchanting scene, too good to be true…The closer Cassandra looked, the darker the picture:
#vssChristmas (1/3)
A thud on the roof made me #jump.
“ #Reindeer?” the kids called.
“Probably. Back to sleep!”
Outside, huge hoofprints steamed in the snow.
“We want carrots!” voices boomed.
I shook my head. I’d had too much sherry.
Santa appeared. “Hope you didn’t drink mine?” #vss365 #vsschristmas
This
would
be
the
line
in
the
cold
night
air,
halos
of
frost
glimmer
as
garlands
brushes
stockings
awaiting
Santa’s
gift
of
surprise
#vssChristmas
#FromOneLine 399
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
They were thoroughly lost in the Yuletide Woods—temperature dropping, snow coming down—when Holly came strolling through—dressed in only shorts, flip-flops, and a vibrantly ugly Christmas #jumper.
“Looking for the road?” she asked, pointing in the right direction.
#vssChristmas
since granny has passed, no one is able to darn stockings
#vsschristmas #stocking
#Senryu #SenryuSunday #micropoetry
I gave a sigh as my true love
Handed me my #stocking
They never fail to let you down
I shouldn’t find it shocking
Promised me the moon & stars
But it’s the usual pattern
What d’you think I found inside?
Only blinking #Saturn.
#vss365 #vsschristmas
Every day of December, she received a different #book. On Christmas Eve, a written invitation to meet on Boxing Day: “May I purchase the first book you read in the new year?” Signed, the cute cashier at the bookstore, the one she could barely look in the eye.
#vssChristmas
With
an
epiphany
of
love
he
hugs
his
new
puppy,
Holly,
as
silver
bells
cry
a
carol
into
the
white
of
winter
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#OurPoetryX
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
I preferred the overt #fighting of his family on Xmas Day. Watching gravy boats fly while Michael Bublé crooned about a #holly jolly Xmas was kind of funny, like a Tarantino movie.
Round my house, words were quiet but sharp as knives, & the frost never thawed. #vss365 #vsschristmas
He heard her voice, strong and clear in the cold air: “May your days be #merry and bri~ght~” He joined in on the next line.
“Merry Christmas, Jules,” she called.
He didn’t know her name or face. She was the ghost in the park, singing carols through the long nights…
#vssChristmas
Enchanting
crystal
nights
dance
in
the
infinite
sky
as
humble
mortals
slumber
unaware
of
The Magic
#vssChristmas
#vss365
#loveletters
#vssdaily
The street was famous for its Xmas lights, yet his house stood stubbornly unlit.
The neighbours intervened. Now the house glowed.
He was speechless. Maybe he was #humbled by its #enchanting beauty. Or maybe the lights they’d strung him up with had sealed his lips shut. #vss365 #vsschristmas
From across the lake, there came a Rider dressed in white, crowned with holly, astride a dark horse. Lights danced beneath the ice, leaving a glittering trail. The children watched with #wonder as the Rider approached their grandmother, handing her a sack of gifts…
#vssChristmas
“Who would you rather fight, the #Grinch or Krampus?”
“…Krampus is a jacked-out winter devil. The Grinch is a fuzzy mean girl with a pot belly. I’ll take the latter, thank you.”
“Unfortunate. It’s Krampus out on the front lawn. You might want to deal with that.”
#vssChristmas
I
always
recall
Gran’s
words,
“My gift to you”
as
she
handed
me
her
book
of
memories
Oh but I couldn’t!
Her
voice
was
without
regret
“But it was written for you”
#vssChristmas
#loveletters
#vss365
“Now, remember to say thank you when you open your present from Gran,” Mum used to say.
We’d feign #gratitude with stiff smiles as we unwrapped another boring #book.
Of course, now I know those books were gifts that kept giving.
Thanks, Gran. For real. #vss365 #vsschristmas
It was getting dark when she came across blood on the #snow—following the tracks, watching them shift from a four-legged to two-legged gait. Following them to the Coburn property, to the shed.
The house was lit up; she could hear the family singing carols inside.
#vssChristmas
The
magic
of
dreams
is
a
place
called
home
where
candle
light
glows
and
a
goodwill
hug
brings
the
warmth
of
a
brandy
and
security
more
precious
than
gold
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
#whispr
When it gets him down, he reminds himself it could be worse. He could be his ghostly mate, Dave.
“You #regret dying in a dodgy #jumper?” he says. “At least you were dressed.” Then he floats off, white bottom glinting in the moonlight, as people scream in horror. #vss365 #vsschristmas
Mira followed the two-tailed fox along a path of pine trees, trimmed with silver and #gold decorations. The glittering silence might have been peaceful, but she only felt cold foreboding as she approached the stone doors at the end of the hall, carved with seven stars.
#vssChristmas
