The List of Good and Bad

by Brian Francis

Excitement builds as the temperatures fall
the coming of Christmas all children know
with gifts and feasting and decorations galore
preparing for Santa in the season of snow

The goodness of Santa, his sack bearing gifts
His wonderful reindeer whom everyone knows
He flies through the night as he studies his list
remembering the deeds that each child sows

The good children share in his bounty of joy
His gifts laid beneath their beautiful Yule tree
They will cry with excitement tearing at bows
ripping at wrapping, trying to set them all free

there is another besides Santa who shares that list
His name it is Krampus, he is a demon you know
Half man and beast, the coat and horns of a goat
he seeks out those children with badness to sow

stalking in the night of the whole Christmas season
His bundle of thin green birch sticks close at hand
in a faggot over his shoulder as he studies the list
seeking those children who deserve reprimand

Sometimes he snatches those mean little children
to a place they can’t leave or find their way out
in the shadows he waits until they are sleeping
there is no place safe with him stalking about

He’ll lash you if you deserve such a thing
if you’re nasty and mean or selfish or curt
his green birch sticks are sturdy and strong
they never break while he delves out his hurt

So remember that joy is found in the giving
and spend all the year in kindness as you grow
So when next winter comes and the list is compiled
you can sleep without fear of feeling Krampus’ blow

Author’s Note: Krampus is a pre-christian god of the germanic peoples. He was the god of witches. He was adopted as a demon by the christian locals and he is said to haunt the christmas season with a bundle of sticks with which he beats bad children.

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A Christmas Hymn

by brian francis

The world once laid in quiet repose
A star was shining bright
The shepherds stood among their flocks
protecting them through the night

The town was quiet the streets were still
as they sought a place to abide
They found themselves turned away
from the warmth of the hearth inside

A manger was found on the outskirts of town
it was the best that their silver could bring
With straw for a bed she laid herself down
giving birth to our savior and King

lovingly the animals all gathered round
their eyes locked upon where he lay
a beautiful singing could be heard outside
As angels announced a new day

A feeding trough made for a fair crib
as the wise men gathered around
following a star bringing them here
they knelt bowing down to the ground

Mercy was found shining in his eyes
absolute joy was found in his gaze
The promised gift from the Father above
A light to burn off our sin’s haze

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Eve of Excitement

by brian francis

The gifts are tucked beneath the tree
the children are asleep
With milk and cookies placed carefully
by the mantle piece,
The snow is falling, large gentle flakes
as I look out on the lawn
I can barely wait for Christmas day
the children’s favorite dawn
Excitement stirs within my heart
on this still and quite eve
now to lock the doors
and drink my milk
and take a Santa bite
Then off to bed
to try and sleep
through this restless night
I’ll cuddle close to pass the time
Our love will keep me warm
I know that I will hardly sleep
as I wait for Christmas morn

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The Perfect Tree

by brian francis

There in the corner is where it would stand
An undressed Christmas tree gathered by hand
Father would take us in search of just one
To find a tree worthy to honor the Son

There were gifts to remind us of the greatest gift
The one who was worthy to span judgement’s rift
It was he that we honored and praised with our song
It was he who was given to make right what was wrong

On Christmas eve we would gather to trim and to dress
That one tree found worthy the one we’d deemed best
While the children were sleeping, dreaming their dreams
The gifts were laid out beneath its sparkles and gleams

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The Forgotten Gift

By brian francis

They never seem to understand
Why this season brings me down
They laugh and throw their parties
Always asking me if I might come

I moan expressing my deep regret
Commitments seem so daunting
If I had time, I’d surely be there
But alas I must attend another’s

The songs they sing bring back joy
Remembering other holiday seasons
Walking in snow to sing a caroling song
In a group from church or family time

I refuse to endure their jollification
Exchanging gifts, a sure waste of time
The birth forgotten among the joy
I’ll spend my time at the manger

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By brian francis

A trough of hay the only place
for Him to lay and rest
A babe among the flocks of men
A loving God’s bequest

His birth a gift to everyone
A teacher for all time
A lesson for all loving men
A message so sublime

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas to All -bf

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Surrounded by Love

By brian francis

Oh, to be home in this season of giving
To walk the old lanes where I walked as I grew
The crunch of the snow, the crystal reflections
The potential of Christmas about to come true

The rhythm of sleigh bells as they jostle and jingle
Down backcountry roads in the hollow of my youth
Songs sung with shivers, and warm knitted mittens
Singing about the story believed, accepted as truth

The smells of the cinnamon the clove and the nutmeg
Eggnog so lusciously rich as you drink
The lights and the colors, the strings and the tinsel
Bring back the magic of Santa’s joy-filled wink

The meadow light, still seen from my window
Revealing the snow, as it silently falls
just like the child who once sat here nodding
Waiting for Santa’s elusive reindeer’s paws

Memories tickle and ooze out in moments
Here in this place so surrounded by love
Remembering seasons lost to the ages
And songs to honor our Lord God above

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