Christmas/Winter Contest - Winners Announced

Journal Entry: Sun Dec 30, 2012, 1:08 AM

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A big thank you to our judges, who came in at the last minute (reliable admins they are) to judge when nobody else had volunteered. It's because of their hard work that we have our winners today. So thanks to:

~007Balel

And

=DarlingAngel0565

And now, for the winners:

Black ChristmasBlack Christmas
13-12-12

Santa rattled down the chimney,
And I know it wasn’t fair,
But I laughed at him when his scythe got stuck
And he dangled in mid-air.

He simply oozed with spirit,
Sack full of playful knives,
Christmas toys for the depressed;
He’d come to take a life.

He left a rotten possum,
Outside Uncle Joe’s room door.
And as he walked he scattered beetles
All across the floor.

His bones they clicked in pleasure,
At the toys he’d thought to bring;
Ropes and razors, scissors too,
And garrottes made of string.

He came down through the chimney,
His beard and hat quite fake,
And when I saw him dangling,
I t

Holiday Tableau IITwilight flits across
the day, warning way-
ward children it is
time to scurry home.
The sun dips, modest,
as the stars twirl in

apprehension of
the moon's arrival.
Chimneys softly sigh
as families gather
by the fireside,
where flames dance across

fresh-adorned twinkle
lights and in bright eyes.
There is a silence
in the sugary-
cinnamon air that
calms long-labored nerves

and lifts worlds off the
tops of shoulders; Homes
exude warmth, other-
wise unaccounted.
This, the holiday
glow, romanticized

and yet untarnished.
Pour another glass
of eggnog and sing
another song of
yule tide cheer - I wont
be disenchanted.

Winter BluesA blanket fallen from the clouds
Covers the land as snow falls down,
So white, white as a wedding gown,
White, white as the burial shrouds.

The firs wear coats made of snow,
The solemn silence like mist soars
To mountain tops from valley floors,
Silence of graves does follow.

Lonely cart tracks slowly fade,
Now they only lead to nowhere,
Their origin is no longer there,
Soon they are but a white shade

A blanket fallen from the sky
Covers the peaceful land below
With the innocently white snow
Comes the cold that lets us die.

Teeny-Tiny ThingsA tiny figurine
Of two Christmas symbols,
Made out of the cousin
Of plasticine,
Can give you a stalkie
Of joy, especially when
You are a soul-relative
Of Rousseau and Sterne
(Or at least when you
Think so, basing only
On stereotypes).

You can bring it
To your flat
And show it to
Yur family members
And close friends,
And later - when they
Will look at you,
Wondering what
Do you want them to
Tell, you will be able
To make your speech:

"Have you ever seen, my dears,
Such charming sign of artistic
Commitment, especially when it
Comes to such things, about
Which you can say they are just
Trivial and nothing else?
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Prize winners: If you have not received your prize within a week, please contact the donators with a link to this journal so they know you are telling the truth.