I Am the Grinch

I am the Grinch,

Stealing Christmas is a cinch.

The parents angry, the children blue,

Me, here, dreaming of reindeer stew.

Into your houses, I will sneak,

All because you call me a freak.

My bag will fill with presents and toys,

No Christmas joy for girls or for boys.

In other stories, the Grinch did return,

But in MY cave the toys will burn.

So, if you want joy this Christmas Day,

If you want this Grinch to stay away,

Be nice to all, do what is right,

Now Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Khristoff the Red

Sit right down by the fire.

Be forewarned, the story is dire.

I’m not here to tell of the original eight,

Or the ninth reindeer who came in late.

This is a tale of a red-nosed twin,

And why he was driven out by his kin.

Rudolph is a beacon of hope, that’s true,

But I wonder if you ever knew.

There is always a balance of wrong and right,

Beware of the other who gives off red light.

I don’t mean to fill you with fear and dread,

But be on the lookout for Khristoff the Red.

What I Seek

How do the holidays make me feel?

Full. When I’m eating a Christmas meal.

But that’s not what you want to know.

It also gives me a warm glow.

Family love is what I seek,

During the Christmas holiday week.

The Melted Snowman

The snowman melted on the lawn,

I watched the scene with a tired yawn.

The sun was warm this winter’s day,

Melting all the snow away.

Christmastime was coming soon,

I’ve been planning since early June.

I made a list for mom and dad,

I’ve been good and not bad.

A camera lens is what I’d like,

My brother said he wants a bike.

On my list, I put some other things,

Now I’ll wait to see what Christmas brings.

I glanced back out at the snow,

Still melting, though very slow.

I do prefer the summer sun,

But snowy days can be fun.

Especially at this time of year,

Snow can add to Christmas cheer.

The Christmas Ghosts: Behind the Scenes

The Ghost of Christmas Past floated into the chamber where his brothers waited. “So, do we get this Christmas off or what?”

The Ghost of Christmas Present looked up from the documents he was reading. “You can’t be serious. Look around the present on occasion. If you noticed current events instead of always looking into the past, you’d know we are needed more than ever before.”

“Well, who do we visit this year? After that green beast in Whoville and the miser in London, we are due for an easy one.” He looked towards their third brother.

The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come simply pointed at the most immense Blood Ledger that any of them had ever seen.

“Who the blazes does that belong to?” He said, his translucent jaw hanging open.

Christmas Yet to Come mutely pointed at the cover of the ledger. Christmas Past groaned and rattled his chains. “Oh, dear. We are in for a long night.”

The Ghost of Jacob Marley moaned to himself as he floated through the halls of the house of his new target. He thought that, after assisting in the haunting of his former business partner, he would have been free to move on. But no, here he was about to haunt yet another businessman.

Jacob did feel honored to participate in this particular haunting, though. He took in the beauty of this significant and historic house. The mix of antique paintings and furniture and newer décor was breath-taking. He readied himself and floated through one final wall. As he entered the Oval Office and faced the man behind the desk, Jacob began moaning and rattling his chains in earnest.

The man behind the desk shouted, “You’re just a Fake Ghost! Get out!”

Jacob Marley rattled his chains even louder. This was bound to be a long night.

Silver and Gold

The tree is covered with silver and gold,

Everyone is happy, both young and old.

Christmas has almost come to an end,

New Years is now right ’round the bend.

The kids have put the presents away in their rooms,

The parents have cleaned the kitchen with brooms.

The table is clear from plates of food,

Board games and cards lighten the mood.

The family is happy, no one gets mad,

The holiday season makes everyone glad.

Red Death

Charlie pulled the parka tighter around his slim body and ran through the blinding snow. He was the only one left now. He didn’t see what took his friends, all he saw was a bright red flash of light then the screams. Screams that he knew he would never forget. That red light, could the legends be true? He pushed the thought from his mind and ran on.

Finally! He saw the soft warm glow of the light in the cabin window. Only fifty yards more. He pushed himself to ran faster. Wham! He felt something heavy slam into his back, knocking him face first into the snow. He groggily turned over and his eyes widened in shock and fear.

The legend was true. It made a weird kind of sense, he thought. Rudolph existed, so why not his evil twin? For every beacon of hope and light in the world there also existed a beacon of despair and darkness. That was what Charlie faced now.

He got to his feet and started backing away from the pawing, growling reindeer. Just when he thought he escape into the cabin, the reindeer’s red nose glowed bright. Surprised by the unexpected light, Charlie raised his arms to shield his eyes. The last thing he felt was the reindeer’s razor-sharp antlers piercing his body.

Khristoff, the Red-nosed Terror of the North had claimed yet another victim.