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Array ( [sid] => 147438 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Santa [time] => 2009-01-14 13:15:11 [hometext] => I am a male registered nurse. I work part-time in a nursing home...thus the inspiration for my writing this prose poem. [bodytext] => It was exactly nine-thirty on Christmas eve night,
and several residents had gathered
in the beautifully decorated lounge
of the Tender Care Nursing Home,
when suddenly and unexpectedly,
the door to the lounge flew open
and in walked the most wonderful Santa
any of them had ever seen.

He was absolutely perfect,
sporting a red crushed velvet suit with matching Santa hat,
a snowy-white beard, and of course...shiny black boots.
Walking over to each of the residents present,
the Santa offered a personal "Merry Christmas."
He shook hands with the men
and kissed each of the women on the cheek before leaving.

"Wasn't he beautiful?" A woman in a wheelchair whispered.
"Oh...I feel like a child again," another sighed.
"I believe...I believe..." a frail voice uttered.

For those few precious moments in time,
all the terrible things that so distress and agitate the world
seemed to hang suspended.
And that tiny fragment of childhood that clings-
that lingers forever within the hearts of all good people,
rose to the surface and placed stars in their eyes...once more.




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The Santa

Contributed by spanky on Wednesday, 14th January 2009 @ 01:15:11 PM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry



It was exactly nine-thirty on Christmas eve night,
and several residents had gathered
in the beautifully decorated lounge
of the Tender Care Nursing Home,
when suddenly and unexpectedly,
the door to the lounge flew open
and in walked the most wonderful Santa
any of them had ever seen.

He was absolutely perfect,
sporting a red crushed velvet suit with matching Santa hat,
a snowy-white beard, and of course...shiny black boots.
Walking over to each of the residents present,
the Santa offered a personal "Merry Christmas."
He shook hands with the men
and kissed each of the women on the cheek before leaving.

"Wasn't he beautiful?" A woman in a wheelchair whispered.
"Oh...I feel like a child again," another sighed.
"I believe...I believe..." a frail voice uttered.

For those few precious moments in time,
all the terrible things that so distress and agitate the world
seemed to hang suspended.
And that tiny fragment of childhood that clings-
that lingers forever within the hearts of all good people,
rose to the surface and placed stars in their eyes...once more.








Copyright © spanky ... [ 2009-01-14 13:15:11]
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Re: The Santa (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 14th January 2009 @ 01:39:53 PM AEST
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You brought the moment right here to me.
This is priceless indeed. Made me think back...
The poem captured the excitement of the residents at the home. Beautiful poem.

Michelle


Re: The Santa (User Rating: 1 )
by lonely_boy on Wednesday, 14th January 2009 @ 02:36:42 PM AEST
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wow, this poem was horrible. you should have told how santa raped the women and slit the throats of the men. your version just makes you seem like a virgin


Re: The Santa (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 14th January 2009 @ 08:00:10 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC.. I don't recall seeing you here before... or I would have remembered... This is such a wonderful poem. I was picturing the entire night and smiling. I hope one day if I am in a Home... Santa visits...:>)
Thank you for sharing this.....
Jenni_K




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