Ken Demuyakor


'Tis The Season - Poem by Ken Demuyakor

The glorious season.
Flakes are falling.
Snow bells are ringing.

Kids ride circular rides in the night.
Wreaths on doors near the blinking, color lights.
Color bows and decorated presents under Christmas trees.
Eight year olds collect candy canes and start snow fights.

Hide from The Grinch.
Wait for Rudolph- His nose lights quite a bit.
Expect Santa Clause down the chimney.
Smoke makes him swift.

What did he get you this year?
Teletubbies blanket...electronic game...that hot wheels car.
Something for everyone.

That high tech phone for the advancing teenager.
Someone got a new snowboard...blue-green design patterns.
Riding down the small avalanche with the show-off twists and turns.
Spinning aerial stunt from the satiated skier.

The choirs are singing- -group with solo.
Baritone, soprano, alto.
Mistle toes, stockings and golden sleighs.

The jubilant melody through the holidays.
Skaters on the ice rink align with the symphonies.
Forming circles and various shapes.

Christmas comes from the meddling dwarfs.
Who check off wish lists and stuff Santa's bag of goodies.
They play games, ride reindeers and poke sleeping Santa's belly.

The new year arrives with resolutions to discover.
An incredible season to remember.
We cherish the North Pole
To someday wait for cold weather.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2013



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