Randomly Christmas Rhyming And Decently Trying
German Alcala
Published by German Alcala at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 German Alcala
Poem Listing
Poem 3 – I Didn’t Sleep The Night
Poem 6 – Tora The Red Nosed Cashier
Poem 8 – I Can Ride Your Sleigh
Poem 1
[O Dear Baby]
In life you will be so great I have foreseen this
Your name will be to the people spiritual bliss
Lay your head on the straw in quit peace here
While you sleep I’ll think of the future’s fear
Your name will inspire many to tears and joy
Inspire death and holy wars to take a ploy
Now rest you small head to rest and fear not
Let me worry and pray for your future’s plot
O Dear Baby Jesu, you’ll be protected by angels
You’ll be collected when life brings its strangles
O Dear Baby Jesu, you will live in a good way
You will be what people call a God some day
In life you will be the only voice of any reason
Your name will be called out for your treason
Lay your head to rest before you must endure
While you sleep I’ll speak with angels so pure
Around the world you’ll be discussed and debated
To some you will be seen as God’s best one created
In your name so many will maim and be destroyed
In your name your people’s murder will be deployed
O Dear Baby Jesu, you are the king of the people
In your name will the rise and fall of many steeple
O Dear Baby Jesu, in your name happiness will win
And in your name will reside so much love and sin
Poem 2
[O Hectic Night]
Check behind your back as you man the doors
Prepare to pick women up from the aisle floors
For they’ll fight for what their family adores
O hectic night, the people’s teeth are grinding
The mall’s white lights are wastefully shining
It is the night that everybody is preparing
The children are all in their homes in bed
In bed they won’t sleep with an anxious head
Fixated on thoughts of gifts wrapped in green and red
O hectic night, the children all toss and turn
Christmas cookies batter continues to churn
And tomorrow morning the Yule Log will burn
So try your best to sleep into the night
For tomorrow the childish eyes shine bright
And presents come to those who behave right
Poem 3
[I Didn’t Sleep The Night]
I worked at my small office all night
Feverishly rushing under white light
I came to my home to see the tree
I lit it up despite it being at three
I decided to sit on the LA-Z-Boy
Then watch a movie of a living toy
The hours passed like sand
A sun rose. Remote in hand
My children run into the room
I walk away deciding to groom
Once I’m spouse smiles at me
I smile, face wrinkling cruelly
I didn’t sleep the night, but still I smile
The next dozen hours will be a trial
However, for now I see the children gasp
As they see their presents and take grasp
For now I only wish finish this day
Cooking,
loving, and throwing cares away
I didn’t sleep the night, and I don’t care
I’ll stay, and my little energy I’ll share
Every time drowsiness approaches I’ll snap
I’ll bury my face in a snowy land scrap
I didn’t sleep the night sleep won’t come
I’m determined to see this day close firm
Poem 4
[Feliz Cebradad]
The candles are all proudly burning
The carolers are all out in the snow
To a fabulous Christmas Dinner you should go
However, you’re here left with yearning
The presents are stacked under the tree
Wrapped in the shiniest of paper decoration
Yet, you spent every penny on preparation
For nothing about Christmas is charity or free
So, feliz cebradad, feliz cebradad
Ya no te quedo dinero porque fuistes a gastar
Compraste de estupideces sin descansar
Ahora no te va quedar después de Navidad
Yes, I want to wish you merry bankruptcy
I said I wish you merry bankruptcy from my heart
You’re now broke because the shopping did start
You spent money on stupidities so handsomely
Poem 5
[Little Carol Girl]
She skips down the road with blonde pigtails
With her coat tightly wrapped onto herself
In appearance anybody around her surely fails
But when she begins to sing… pity yourself
Little carol girl found love for music so young
She sang like a hyena with illness in its throat
Little carol girl sang using her teeth and tongue
However, she could never screech out a good note
She reaches your porch suddenly
Shove the cookies in her mouth
Or lie that you’re not of Christianity
And push her away towards the south
Little carol girl so unappreciated for her talent
How we all wish you could have a Christmas Miracle
Little carol girl allowed to go with her voice rampant
Thinking her voice is of gold, but is in fact criminal
Poem 6
[Tora The Red-Nosed Cashier]
You know Christmas is the time of joy and play
However, we all know Christmas is one cold day
The contrast from summer so warm
Does little children oh so much harm
That is when the sickness of the holidays
Will spread through the big city’s grays
Tora the red-nosed cashier worked at Toys R Us
She contracted a fight with flu from a kid on the bus
With a very shiny nose, from where mucus will spray
And if you ever see her… take a step the other way
She keeps her nose powered, and Kleenex on hand
For if she were seen sick, from work she’d be banned
Poor Tora was not rich nor did she ever feel hunger
But if she lost her job she’d be thrown in a dumpster
So, she did keep herself together, and her nose quiet
Yet on one foggy Christmas with such brutal climate
She couldn’t keep it in, and she sneezed on a little kid
A girl, who was with her momma visiting from Madrid
Tora the red-nosed cashier saw the little girl do a sneeze
The girl’s mother looked to Tora, Tora ran with a breeze
Tora the red-nosed cashier called in sick the next day
She stayed in to heal her red nose in every possible way
She tried soups and creams, but healing wasn’t in reach
Until the next morning: Tora awoke a nose of peach
Poem 7
[Snowflakes]
Now you know how much I love the white snow
I love for it to fall and create a white swirling show
I’ll sit out in the snow and sip from my hot coco
I’ll gather with my friends and snap a quick photo
Because I love the snow, the cold, and all of it
Because I love all the bells and to see my old coat fit
Snowflakes bounce off the groovy skies
Leaving behind Angels to their weak cries
Snowflakes dance with the frigid wind
With faces just so beautifully designed
Snowflakes bring out the young child in you
Falling from the sky so cold and blue
How I so love all the shiny soft white snow
Oh, how it makes my young heart start to grow
How sad all the old people get to see as it falls
They remember when they threw snowballs
Now I laugh with my friends in snow
Our red checks are so happily glow
Snowflakes melt upon the ground below
Oh, how I do love the Christmas snow
Snowflakes falling on my tongue
Make me feel so small and young
Snowflakes oh how I do love them so
Truly I do wish they never melt and go
Poem 8
[I Can Ride Your Sleigh]
Baby, honey, or naughty little boy you seem lonely
Don’t leave me here hanging, don’t tell me “No” no
Trust me, if you turn me up: you’ll live to be sorry
I’m not the girl to go home with and then rate So-So
Honey, oh, my little strawberry, don’t you let me down
I’m strong enough to be your guy, you better believe it
Don’t leave me standing in the snow, feeling like a clown
Don’t let me clutch myself in the cold, feeling of shit
I can ride your sleigh; I promise I’ll shatter the wood
I wish you could see the muscles and the love I got
I can ride your sleigh, and make you feel so lovingly good
I can be the guy that could make your heart feel shot
My sexy little man, don’t be the one to turn me down
I doubt you could pull my sleigh just the way I like
Even if you can I won’t tell you where to go, you clown
So, put down your airs or you’ll just feel love’s spike
I can ride your sleigh, don’t be a fool and tell me “No”
I wish you would say you dream of me, and say “Yes”
I can ride your sleigh, don’t be an idiot and tell me “go”
Can’t you see how strongly I can pull you along this?
The way that you moan in pain makes me want to cry
Get over this subject before you hurt yourself, little boy
Just face the facts, I won’t let you near my sleigh to try
Simply stick around and watch me find some other toy
I want to see you stop loving me this way right away
I wish you would give up on my sleigh it’s not rideable
Because I won’t be yours in any future loving day
And seeing how badly you try to ride it is just laughable
I can ride your sleigh; I know that this is hurting you
It won’t only hurt my determined heart in this matter
I can ride your sleigh, because the hurt is felt by two
Don’t tell yourself that everything I say doesn’t flatter
Poem 9
“Mush, my reindeer, take me high!
Spread jubilation through the sky!”
Yells out the morbidly obese guy
Grunting savagely we ride these clouds
As Cringle’s whips make cracking sounds
“I’m tired of treatment worthy of hounds”
Unappreciated and treated and treated terribly
That was Claus’ idea of employer’s hospitality
The reindeer weren’t going to just take it kindly
A dozen minds united as one in a flash
Santa suddenly felt them begin to thrash
Claus fell from the sky and landed in a crash
“You take us for granted but no more
Pick yourself up from the floor,
and do you own job. We won’t take more”
Poem 10
[Ring Gone]
The ring is gone, the ring is gone
That is my cry throughout the night
For on Christmas my love was done
Then he spoke words which carry fright
Oh, how he spoke of all the things
That were wrong in what I wanted
And that he couldn’t have my strings
I wasn’t what he could’ve flaunted
Ring gone, I was to propose to my love on Christmas
He didn’t give me the chance and quickly shot me down
Ring gone, I cry over my lost love in this lonely sickness
I will have a lonely holiday I feel like a Christmas clown
I’ll be so lonely this Christmas without love
I don’t want any presents or tree this year
I want to be taken by the cruel God above
I’ll be so lonely without him around here
Ring gone, there are only two days until Christmas
I need a Christmas Miracle to feel better before then
Ring gone, I must stop crying to heal from illness
I’ll simply bury my feelings with this fountain pen
Poem 11
[Santa Tightwad]
Santa Tightwad, those are my cookies, you fatty
This is Christmas not a time of food being charity
Santa Tightwad, why don’t you bring me variety?
Santa Tightwad, every year you bring underwear
What of a new video game console controller pair?
Santa Tightwad, don’t you let me down this year
Think of all the toys I’ve missed
Think of all the teddy bears that haven’t kissed
Instead I got socks and felt dissed
Whatever happened to the Aaron Carter album I asked for?
Whatever happened to the Tamagotchi V.1 I asked for?
Whatever happened to the Little Mermaid VHS I asked for?
Whatever happened to grunge flannel shirt I asked for?
Whatever happened to the Lizzie McGuire book I asked for?
Santa Tightwad, you took too long to bring me what I adore
If you can stuff your fat down a chimney which is burning
You can bring me all that for which I have been yearning
You stingy jerk I’ll beat you for you need to start learning
Santa Tightwad, I won’t do the sweet Ertha Kitt act
I want my toys and gifts, so, for your good do a transact
Santa Tightwad, you have a bank vault so make an extract
Poem 12
[I’ll Never Die]
It’s funny how I knew all along this would be the end
It’s strange how I was rejected by my once true friend
I’ll not cry for with my death I’ll only set a trend
I’ll inspire churches to go about creating holidays
Dedicated to my birth and death in several ways
Despite my gruesome death my birth will be praised
On winters of cold and darkness people will know life
For the story of my birth will be told despite strife
People will rejoice with my name throughout the night
I’ll never die! I am what people will call a God one day!
I’ll never die! Even if my body rots I won’t ever go away
I’ll never die! My name in people’s mouths will replay
It’s funny how you think you’ve killed me away from here
It’s strange how acting on fear has given more power to fear
And one day your people will be killed in my name so dear
The three wise men who knew of me will inspire millions
To share presents despite their many financial stresses
I’ll rule the hearts and minds of many rich Christians
I’ll never die! And you won’t even bother to care right?
I’ll never die! My followers believe me and give a fight!
I’ll never die! My name’ll be praised on Christmas night!
When certain events happened during the writing of this Holiday Poem Collection I felt it appropriate to place this emotional poem into this collection…
Unlisted Bonus Poem:
[Fuck Christmas]
I don’t know what world you think you’re living in
I don’t know if you believe in the idea of original sin
I don’t know what being a human here really is
I don’t know what is your stupid idea of Holiday Bliss
I don’t know what you think is the fact of life
I don’t know if you know that Jesus actually felt a knife
In a world of hatred and despair
Of horrid greed and polluted air
I don’t understand how people can smile like now
I don’t understand how stupid Santa can still bow
There is no happiness to be felt this year
There is no happiness knowing we’re here
Fuck Christmas and everything that this holiday stands for
I’m not saying I’m anti-God for there is spirituality I adore
But there is nothing to celebrate in the birth of Jesus Christ
Not when he lived knowing he would be crossed and sliced
So, this year I will drink all the vodka I can swallow
After my boyfriend dumps me in misery I’ll just wallow
There is nothing to this Holiday but greed
And a fat man to which you have to plead
So this year I will celebrate by pleading to God
And pleading him to take me when he already should
There is nothing in this Holiday but taunts
By those who have a family that they can flaunt
So, fuck Christmas I’m not a little stupid child
I won’t stay here and keep quiet and mild
There is nothing to celebrate this year at all
Not when during summer I felt so great and tall
Fuck Christmas, there is nothing here for me
So, simply put this writing down. Let me be
Fin
Author Info
Discover other titles by German Alcala at Smashwords.com:
The Witch’s Tits - http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/32083
Dream,Chase,Love http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/30044
Gay Enough – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/24089
German Alcala:
From Los Angeles, California German Alcala is, Mexican, Gay, and considers himself a novelist, poet, singer, dancer, carpenter, and everything in between! German Alcala's biggest inspirations include Edgar Allan Poe, Maya Angelou, and Jackie Collins. He has self-published eBooks across the web from Apple iBooks to Barnes and Noble NookBooks, has been called Awesome, Inspiring, Shocking, The Dr. Seuss For Suicidal Teens, and Amazing in book reviews.
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