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Rockin' Santa
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Rockin' Santa |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Rockin’ Santa Santa is coming. Make sure doors are locked. He’s driving wild reindeer and he’s doing the “rock”. Half the presents were left at North Pole but he didn’t care with still “rock” in his bowl. On Donner! On Blinkie! Aahh! Who can remember names. Santa had the “rock” and his brain was aflame. Crashing into skyscrapers, missing towers so narrow. Santa took a toke and straightened like an arrow. Inside, I wrapped presents. Outside, it was cold when something hit the roof like out of control. I threw on my coat, dashed into my sandals. Surprised! I saw Santa with a fifth of Jack Daniels. He said “Christmas is over. I’m stoppin’ the clock and headin’ ‘cross town where there’s plenty of rock.” I said “Santa, this is Christmas. You don’t need any scandals. On your feet soldier!” and took the fifth of Jack Daniels. I helped him to the sled and his head seemed to clear. He twinkled and said “Thanks, I’ll make Christmas this year.” He was gone in an instant, tho’ unsteady in his manner but with rock “off” his brain, we’ll have Christmas from Santa. Sometimes what’s needed to free one man from moments of madness is one helping hand but hold back, hesitate, refuse or spurn and there’ll be no hand extended when it’s your turn! Namyh |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
One day after Thanksgiving, I am really not in the mood for Santa Claus, especially a drugged out Santa. Jesus. ~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~ |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Jerry, Jerry, Jerry – Look at it this way. I feel the commercial bombardment of a Black Friday department store mania one day after Thanksgiving designed to make me salivate by spending my diminishing dollars for the next 30 days whether I like it or not. I feel like Pavlov’s dog and somebody just rang a bell. I grit my teeth thinking I’ll have to choose a commander-in-chief from a set of presidential hopefuls, none of which I fully like nor fully trust. I tremble not knowing if the foreign refugees let in will hug you today or hurt you tomorrow. Finally, you realize that a terrorist attack across an ocean and in Paris will make your stomach churn violently when you’ve been up close and personal on a bleak 9/11 day that was just down the road. Whoa! Talk about your mood changers. In light of all that, I’ll take a drugged Santa poem with a moral any day. Thanks for stopping in Jerry. Ho! Ho! Ho! Namyh [This message has been edited by Namyh (11-28-2015 08:22 AM).] |
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Mr Martini Member Posts 366 Beneath The Line |
Skillful and entertaining poem here Namyh, but your discourse on "mood" in your reply to JerryPat2 was far more interesting. Levity is between each and every tragedy ever suffered by me. I like it that way and defy anyone who tries to make me feel differently. Rock on Santa. Here's to you and here's to me and should we ever disagree, here's to me! |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
Love the entertaining part of SAnta's chaotic reindeer ride. But I think the ending lines, though sobering in their stark reality, should not take away the lightedhearted mood of the poem. So let's get on with Xmas and toast to it hoping no more disasters come before it |
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Pete_W Member Posts 185 Scotland (UK) |
These lines, "Sometimes what’s needed to free one man from moments of madness is one helping hand", are Christmas, give without expectation. Thanks, enjoyed reading. Pete |
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