Written for: Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #315
"We as poets and writers eventually come to that “Hallmark” moment when we read a greeting card verse and say “I could’ve written that” or even “Why didn’t I write that?”
So, maybe this is your chance to express exactly what you wish to convey without the hassle of running out of stamps. Today, your poem will be the verse inside of a Christmas Card. Humorous or serious, religious or secular, send your well wishes to the comment box for us all to enjoy."
Santa was getting nervous.
Candles were burning brightly
in a silver Menorah.
For eight days? Disconcerting.
While Santa and helpers
delivered the presents,
he met Eliyyahu and learned
candles symbolize a miracle shelter.
When Christmas was over
and Hanukkah's eight days ended,
Santa and Eliyyahu shared latkes
and iced cookies, shoulder to shoulder.
This entry was posted in Purple's Home
and tagged Christmas
. Bookmark the permalink