Christmas Doesn’t Come From a Store

‘Twas the eve before Christmas

And all through our dwelling

The thrill of the season

Was growing and swelling

The lights were all shining

The presents were wrapped

And I and my sister

Peacefully napped

For in a few hours

We’d pack up our stuff

And head to my grandma’s

All bundled and muffed

On the short drive

Our excitement was mounting

For soon we’d eat food

Open presents, and do gifting

Nana met us with cheer

As she opened the door

And Papa placed parcels

By the tree on the floor

First we trooped to the table

To gobble and dine

On luscious food

Of most every kind

Then we all gathered

In the room by the fire

All bundled and snuggled

For the rest to transpire

My dad read the story

Of that first Christmas day

We listened intently

Then he asked us to pray

After the reading

Sister and I took the floor

To present our creation

That had been quite a chore

Clad in Dad’s shorts and oversized shoes

We enacted “Papa’s Adventures”

The tales of our grandpa

And his hilarious misadventures

The family all laughed

And poked fun in jest

We all were so happy

And we felt very blessed

Next was gift time

And I was oh so excited

We all gathered ‘round

The tree that was lighted

Presents were opened

And scattered around

The paper piled up

‘Til we couldn’t see the ground

We played with our toys

Until late into night

When our eyes grew heavy

And we fought sleep with great might

Then we packed up our car

And made the trek back

Each with our gifts

All stuffed in our sack

But it wasn’t the presents

That made that year good

It was the time with my family

And the joy of childhood

It’s been many years

Since that one special day

But it’s forever in my heart

And there it will stay

 

Written by Taylor Hayden

Merry Christmas from the DBU Writing Center!

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A Poem for Fall Break

You know just when I need you, and I love it when you come.

You take away my worries when I’m starting to feel numb.

You understand that college isn’t always how it seems.

It isn’t quite as wonderful as how I’d always dreamed.

I work so hard to make it through each single day alive,

but now I’m growing tired, and I’m breaking out in hives.

It’s been so long since seeing you, my sweet partner-in-crime.

So, thanks for being punctual and coming right on time.

What do you have in store for us? I’m not too hard to please.

Netflix? Hulu? Amazon? I’m down for all of these.

My one request is that you stay as long as you can bear.

You tend to leave before I’m ready and leave my heart in tears.

I understand that you can’t stay as long as I would like,

but I refuse to let you go without putting up a fight.

I love you more than riding boots and “Starbucks Pumpkin Spice.”

So, when you’re gone, this season will be nothing more than ice.

Okay, you’re right. There is no ice, just a blazing “autumn” sun,

which only proves my point that my life’s sadder when you’re done.

While this is true, I know we must enjoy the time we’ve got.

So let’s just crawl up on the couch and never leave that spot.

Written by Haley

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A Writing Center Poem

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The pale desk
Scintillates in
The Bland lights
Which checker

The roof of an
Old schoolroom
Carpeted in
Gray and blue

Squares; coffee
Makers hum
With their
Colombian brew

A broken Clock
Ticks away
Its Hands
Refuse to move

Hours snore
Back and forth
Like waves
Breasting the shore

Red ink soils
A desperate
Paper
From a desperate

Student, whose
Sweat lingers
And swells
On the desk

A coffee ring
And unmodified
Run-ons
Stain page six

My mind moils
Is it time?
Not time?
Hark, I hear aloft:

The coffee maker
Beeps; Complete,
So I end
This long session

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