I had some short stories, poems and photographs to share ... and so here I am

A Christmas Poem



Father Christmas has come to live with us,
Accepting an offer of the kids’ old room,
Keen to oblige with evening sing-alongs,
Satisfy our desire for unashamed humour.

We found the old boy wandering the street,
So alone with his tales of good tidings,
Competing with all those big neon lights,
The families galloping from sale to sale.

Some might think we’ve been horribly rash,
But we’re sold on our colourful new lodger,
Our home was in such urgent need of glee,
After those lengthy states of distraction.

As long as he stays in his red and whites,
And doesn’t ever feel the urge to shave,
We’re so ready for a non-stop Christmas,
A permanent feast of heartening memories.

© Copyright, 2008. Seamus Kearney. "A Christmas Poem - a non-stop Christmas"


Lane Mathias said...


Merry Christmas Seamus, to you and yours.

Eric Valentine said...

Wonderful poem Seamus, I love the last verse especially..:)

Hope you & yours have a very Merry Christmas my friend.. :)

S. Kearney said...

Lane - Thank you so much. Just imagine Santa moving in, eh? A happy festive season to you and your family, too. :-)

Eric - Thank you. I'm glad you liked it. Nothing like a poem to get us into the mood! I hope Santa brings you and your family everything you desire. :-)

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

I would *LOVE IT* if Santa moved in!!!
What a charming poem, absolutely delightful!

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas Seamus, and a very Happy New Year to you, dear sir.


Scarlett & Viaggiatore