Christmas morning. Visions of sugar plums take a seat from all that dancing. The mice are starting to stir, and St. Nicholas visited over night. All else is silent and still. Soon, the excitement will fill the air as wishes are expressed and gifts are opened. But who gets what? Check the tags… For this Christmas morning and the week that follows, write a short poem that could fit on a gift tag. Write it to someone, for something, or a wish you want to express. Merry Christmas…and what’d you get me?
Marie Elena’s Gift:
For Santa Wojtanik
Enjoy the milk and cookies –
I baked them all myself.
Be good to little Sophie,
Love,
Marie Elena Elf
Walt’s Tagline:
For Marie:
Poetry comes to you
in blips and blurbs,
the ‘burbs of Toledo
are brighter for the gift
of words you give to the world.
POETIC BLOOMINGS 
Responses
Walt, thank you so much for the sweet sentiment! Merry Christmas to you, and to our Poetic Bloomings family!!
Marie Elena Elf
Love yours Marie, so sweet and I’m in total agreement with Walt. A VERY Merry Christmas to you both (and being New Year’s Eve today), Happy New Year! Warm “Hannah,” smiles all @!
To Poetic Bloomings.
A happy family,
My poetic loomings
Have led my path to thee.
May poems by the dozen
Bloom, nurtured from within!
With love,
your distant cousin.
P.S. May I come in?
(I have not yet learned proper poetic form)
Christmas Gift
A silent night in
a mystical, magical air
of depth and darkness,
Where,
A star twinkled in
a mystical, magical air
of warmth and brightness,
And,
I felt him there in
a mystical, magical air
of Love and lightness…..
a piku for all…
God’s Gift
a baby
born
to give you life
Beautiful, yes.
Graceful truth. ❤
[…] for Poetic Bloomings “Do Not Open ‘Til Christmas” Prompt, to write a poem that would fit on a […]
Lune
crimson golden glass
lifted high
toasting peace on earth
To my loving daughter
I have so many gifts to give you but
how does one wrap guidance and care?
How does one put ribbons and bows on love?
I can’t gift box time or thoughts or prayers.
Each day your breath, voice, and laughter
are glorious God-given gifts, music to my ears.
I want to give you the world this Christmas day,
wisdom in all its forms, but it appears
you are more interested in the Bruno Mars cd
so here it is wrapped in red with a golden star–
when you play it, please remember that I, too,
love you “just the way you are”.
I hope that isn’t too long.
please change last line to: think you’re amazing just the way you are.
Thanks!
Sweet tribute.
Thanks. When she forgets she is a teenager, she is still my sweet little girl 😉
My daughter is eleven tomorrow…I can relate. Lovely.
Heartfelt sincerity shines through this poem.
That is so sweet, Linda. She’s so lucky to have such a loving and grateful mother. Blessings to you!
The gift of love presented
in the presence of hearts,
no matter the distance
a treasure in every instance.
Happy Christmas to all!
Beautiful, Merry Christmas to you and yours!
Some Holiday Tags
No need to wonder
who the attached gift is from.
Note botched wrapping job.
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To: Freddy
From: Aunt Pat
Here’s your present,
you little brat.
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Handle this package
carefully–
delicate
crystal nestled in silver
to be worn as heart.
Sara
Lol, and lovely.
I love your first one 🙂
Dear
Santa,
All these treats
are just for you.
Minced meats, sourdough,
and custard bread to keep
you jolly, fat and well fed.
With love and good cheer we have
apples for the reindeer,
and inside the flask
warm spicy nog
will warm you
all night
long.
Your Santa is well loved!
Poets, I give to you encouragement
To reveal life by providing poetic clues
To give wisdom wrapped in word packages
To inspire by letting your imagery candles shine
Oh, so sweet!
Nice one, Connie.
wonderful
Such a sweet sentiment and gift, Connie! Thank you!
To: Self
Here is a decorative Christmas tin to place fears, doubts and worries in.
(yeah, I know…it wasn’t good to eat all the cookies to empty the tin
but tis far better to experience a one-day sugar high and temporary caloric upheaval
than an entire year of stress. Stress is by far the greater evil.)
Yes, desserts is stressed spelled backwards!
in othe rwords, it’s good to eat pud.
Love!
Dear Mailman,
Please accept this gift of gratitude
for braving the elements to bring my mail.
I think you are just great (and thanks for
not being like that Fed Ex delivery man
who just throws computers over the gate.
Me too!
LOL and I too am grateful for the mailman.
Best present I received
wasn’t under the tree
or in a sock
but unwrapped and filled
with glee,
four smiling faces
embraced
thankfully.
Precious!
awwww…very sweet
For Ashlyn
Wishing for days to pass like hours
hours to pass like minutes
minutes to pass like seconds
so you could meet the world.
Eleven years later I
wish for days to pass like years
hours to pass like months
minutes to pass like days
seconds to pass like hours
so I can keep you in our little world.
So sweet; they grow up sooo quickly…
I’m so with you, Shannon, my heart feels this one.
A Gift of Perspective
A lesson
Taught mother to child:
A world view
Through softer
Eyes, to see the poetry
Where others cannot.
I love the gentleness of this poem, Mary. If I might, this reminds me of my husbands sweet grandmother who is so encouraging to my expression through poetry. She suggested that I see things that others don’t. Thank you for bringing her to mind this morning with your lovely poem. Smiles~
To: My Wife
Boxes, paper, ribbons and bows,
Gifts inside designed for bringing cheer.
Though none enough to ever truly show
The love felt today and throughout the year.
To: My Son
No longer a boy with childish likes
For toys, trains and make believe things.
The love felt for the adorable, growing tike
Burgeons with pride at what the man will bring.
To: My Daughter
Still young enough to be my ‘baby girl’,
Full of magic, joy and Christmas excitement.
Innocence bundled in every dancing twirl,
Which I cling to with tearful amazement.
these are all nice but the first one is my favorite
Tardy on this one. I wrote it but forgot to post it. Merry Hoho’s to all.
From Santa’s Ghost-shopper,
This is the gift that I got you to give me,
wrapped and bowed, lovingly selected
with me in mind for you. Thank you
for such sweet thoughts.
Thank you hosts for all your prompts
and care for our poetic souls.
My gift to you is these poor words
to express my gratitude.
A belated gift for all here, especially Walt and Marie Elena, words and feelings too difficult to wrap but none-the-less heartfelt and sincere just the same – thankfulness for all you do, for being here, for accepting me as part of this warm and comforting community … gifts beyond price or compare … blessings. Thank you.
Tag, You’re It
A promise made in spirit of the season.
I’ll won’t betray or perform acts of treason.
I will commit,
‘cause, “Tag, You’re It”
You give me purpose, love, hope, rhyme and reason.
by Michael Grove
Eggnog
A small glass of delicious eggnog please,
to help us set our weary minds at ease.
Let’s add a dash of nutmeg right on top,
and celebrate our love that will not stop.
By Michael Grove
~SOULMATE~
After all is done
My most valuable present
Is surely your heart.