Eneh Akpan Writes: Christmas and holiday season

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Monday, December 22, 2014

The Way Christmas Is

How come we always find each other?

Is there a magic in December?

And what’s this feeling I feel inside?

I can tell you feel the same thro your eyes.

That’s just the way Christmas is.

You can’t explain it and I won’t pretend.

I guess it’s just the way the season is

Christmas is magic; it’s all we comprehend.

How come there’s a vibe when we connect?

Like something kicks in genuine and perfect

Is it that nameless emotion fired up?

Making words unnecessary and syncing thoughts?

How come I have you in my radar?

Yet we ain’t met, ain’t e’en together?

I don’t fight it and you’re yielded too.

Time taught us to flow with the attitude.

Akpan

Saturday, December 20, 2014

We Call It Christmas

We call it Christmas,

Cause only love can love this much.

The whole world is just the two of us,

So let there be love as there’s Christmas.

And I know this much is true,

There is no me without a you.

May I be your fantasy for one minute?

Stand up on my shoulders preview a universe rid of limits.

Come, I can show you where love came down;

Where you can walk on water like on solid ground.

Love has narrated an amazing story

Of compassion’s throes and you are in it.

If you’ll take my hand we’ll erase the night

When two hearts touch the skies and the clouds ignite.

If you’re lost ‘tis the season to be found,

So be bold to hope for the hour is now.

Reach out weak hands in courage and exhale.

Love’s behind you step out, make this your day.

Akpan

Thursday, December 18, 2014

The Reason is Right

To give a gift that keeps on giving,

I make a move to keep my pen bleeding.

Until words slide off the page right thro the brain,

As your feelings bind and turn pain into gain.

And the season is ripe.

And the reason is right

To attack you with love this one mo’ time,

And drown your fears in joys of yuletide.

To translate a scene from my heart to paper,

I grope for words that’d flow much deeper.

That long after the paragraph is read,

The vibes will keep your feet sure on the ledge.

Akpan

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Spare Cards. Spoil People.

I was going to wish you a merry Christmas

Just hop along and deal me a nice, fat breakfast.

That was before I spotted the empty plate and dirty cutlery

Why not come on in and bite a big chunk out of something?

Really, I was about to tell you ‘merry Christmas’

And then hit the warm covers and embrace sweet siesta.

But I couldn’t ignore the thin spread of newspaper on the curbs.

You wanna come in and find a decent spot to lay your head, blood?

I was going to holla compliments of the season,

Then dash out and throw a party with the team.

But that was all before I realized you needed companionship.

So now, you and me we gon’ party like there’s nothing left to give.

I could tell you all the stuff I was going to say

But it’s high time somebody done turned the page.

Time to quit reading the script and do the act;

Spoil people with kindness. Spare the Christmas cards.

Akpan

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Guest Blog: A Soldier's Christmas by Ken

This is poetry by a guy I met on Writing.Com; a Vietnam War veteran. He goes by the pen name HuntersMoon.

Enjoy!

A foot-tall artificial tree -

a decorated memory

of time spent with a family -

stands by his dusty bed.

A Christmas card sits underneath

with a bright yellow ribboned wreath.

A printed sign stands in relief –

“Daddy, come home soon.”

The gifts from home he’ll get this year

won’t fill his mind with Christmas cheer

though, for a moment, they’ll feel near.

He holds them in his heart.

He remembers carols that they sing

but knows the gift he’s offering

finds meaning in “Let freedom ring.”

He proudly stands his post.

It’s times like this that make him sad.

He should be home; husband and Dad

are parts of life that make him glad.

Such is his sacrifice.

For just a moment, his eyes tear

but in his mind, his vision’s clear

to keep his loved ones free from fear.

He straightens up with pride.

He whispers a familiar prayer

asking for God’s love and care

as he grips tight the cross he wears.

He heads out on patrol.

Afghanistan, the DMZ,

dozens of places we don’t see,

freedom’s gift is given free;

each soldier pays the price.

At home, another holiday

explaining why Dad is away.

“He’ll be home soon,” Mothers say.

Someday, perhaps, for good.

God bless those who serve

and the families that wait for their return.

Author’s Bio

I actually wrote this about me - thinking back to my first Christmas in Vietnam. It was an unhappy time but I believed in what I was doing (Little did I actually know *Laugh*)

You may feel free to use it in your blog ... Thank you for honoring me and the many who serve.

—Ken

Friday, December 21, 2012

Wouldn't it be funny, if there was a Santa Suit that could transmute folks who put it on into a real Santa? I know it sounds silly but, humor me for a minute, why don't you? What if a mall thief trying to impersonate Santa and hoodwink the security guys finds this special suit in a sealed-off closet and completely unaware of its peculiar powers puts it on?

However, there's a clause to the Claus suit (pun intended); what if the suit allowed its wearer his previous devilish fancies that is, it could make somebody good on the outside but the original wicked thoughts stayed (even though, the guy couldn't really put 'em to work until he took the suit off)? Can you imagine the frustration such scenario would create?

The following lines are the mall thief cum Santa Claus' thoughts as he performs his (Santa) duties.