Eve Roper Poems

Santa intensely studies his list

of children who have been naughty or nice.
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This woods once rich with leaves,
brushed kiss from the wind then stolen by thieves
now latent bow by snow.
Its touch glistening glow
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Under the Christmas tree sits a nativity scene in the old town square. I sit on a rustic wood bench and reminisce on the stories I've been told about Jesus being born on Christmas Day. When all of a sudden I hear movement in the bushes; I turn my head and look over my shoulder. With a sudden fright, a tall pure white stallion with feathered wings, steps forward and says, "My name is Peg, climb on my back and I'll take you to where it all began." I arose to my feet and got on Peg's back, held on tightly to his mane. He galloped off at full speed facing into the wind and took off soaring into the night full of stars, being guided by a large, bright, glowing star.

Peg turned his head and said, "That is the Christmas Star ahead."
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Ho! Ho! Ho! It's sure a tight squeeze.
I was able to go down the chimney with ease
and miss the bed of coals.
Mrs. Santa is right; I have to start the New Year with new goals.
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Pooch looked up at the towering snowman
dressed in a peppermint scarf and a stovepipe black hat
and said,
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I sit at the end of the wooden pier near the river's edge,

my feet splashing the blue mirrored hedge
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I sit at the end of the wooden pier near the river's edge,

my feet splashing the blue mirrored hedge
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Abandon through the flowing blue ice streams,
then rise to thirsty trees and fields of dreams.

Abandon in the beige fields of Indian red autumn,
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Kitty, Kitty
where is my sweet snugly Kitty?
You're full of mischief, but witty;
my furry fur ball so pretty.
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'Ho ho ho'
Ring a ling, jingleing
On a magical fairy tale
Sleigh bells are ringing
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