Poet's Platform Column | 6 Dec 07 by Janet Nesler | The Scioto Voice | Wheelersburg, Ohio

Mrs. Claus “Ho, Ho, Ho, Merry Christmas!” Says Santa Claus to his elves, Misters and Missus. He loves this holiday, snow falls soft and white, Icy on the ground, a white holiday, a snowy delight. Missus Claus sees the shine in his eyes, So she does something that will come as a great surprise. She makes it to the inventory in five seconds flat, Pulls down the burlap and fills up Santa’s sack. Teddy bears, dolls, things that bring joy. I-pods, laptops, oh man, oh boy! She fills the sack to the very brim, Then takes it to the “Jolly Red Him”. “Ho, Ho, Ho, well look at this, Missus Claus, you filled up the sack before I made my list.” “No matter, don’t fret it’s all okay, “You did a great job, even though Christmas is a couple weeks away.” “And since you helped me out, here’s an early gift.” And do you know what Santa did? He leaned over and gave Missus Claus a Thanksgiving kiss. Taiwan Tecumseh High School   CHRISTMAS MAGIC The magic and wonder in a child’s eyes, As he takes that first down hill ride; Amidst of snow and ice, Getting only a glimpse of Christmas lights. Hot chocolate, warm mittens and red noses alike, Snuggling by the warm fire on this Christmas Eve night… Waiting for Santa to arrive. The smell of hot cider and cookies, do tell… Hidden treasures beneath the tree as well. “Come on little man- it’s time for bed.” As he finally rests his sleepy little head. The battle to see Santa has come and went once more… More presents under the tree to adore. There at the crack of dawn- He rises to find Santa has come and gone. But, no matter- his eyes light up and what does he see? A big red truck! “Thank you Santa!” he screams and shouts. Then he stops to ponder- he missed him again! Oh, well, there’s next year… Christmas was a magical blessing and you know- It still is! Loretta Craig Flatwoods, KY   December December is a dove with wings of snow, singing peace and wonder and delight. Men may turn from vultures now and know purity and innocence and right. December is a white dove flying low to comfort those who suffer loss and pain, reminding all of gardens made to grow our flowers of faith, replacing loss with gain. December is a white dove—gentle, kind, who practices compassion as an art, plants his song within the human mind, and longs to nest within the human heart. December is a white, immortal dove Who comes each year to light our world with love. John Engle Xenia, OH (Deceased)