The Colours Of Christmas

First

Christmas Time Lovin by ~nicolemonique

you smile  like a candy cane--  pearly whites curve  between rosy reds,  and when you kiss me  it's all peppermint and  
love,  
and our breath escapes  in spirals and weaves  through the snowflakes  toward the stars.


Second

Colours Of Christmas by*WeWillBeDragons

one day we'll take apart the planet--  paint it in our favorite colors,  the colors of christmas.  green for me,  
because it's the color of life, and luck,  and poetic lies.  and red for you,  because--  
it's  
you.  one day we'll tear down the sky,  one day we'll kill the kings,  one day--  we will be dragons.   
---   
oh let's make that day today,  come slip inside my dreams and my delirium.  or stand behind the glass  and watch  me  
go.  i'm painting over my blank skull walls,  painting them with rose bushes and roman


Third

Winter Wonderland by :devlaceydrawers:

Snow blankets the fields that once were green  This Winter Wonderland which can be seen  Creating starkness in a shade of white  We gaze in awe upon this sight   
Snowflakes drifting slowly to the ground   
                     Floating softly without a sound   
                     Placing shapes upon this earth   
           &


Fourth

Colours Of Christmas by~mistsofavalon4ever

The bell ding-ding-dings. Lunch is over. Her classmates slide off the cold swings and run into the school, glad for warmth and crayons. The girl can't think why they'd rather hear stories about snow, even if it is about the Gingerbread Man. Wouldn't they rather still be in the snow?   
 Obviously no one is of a like mind, so she hides under the slide, feeling the frozen poky bark of the playground. Snow falls around her, just outside her shelter. It's close enough to touch, but far away enough that she doesn't have to feel it but can still appreciate it. She likes is this way. It's almost better than sitting in the backseat wit


The Nightmare Before Christmas

First

Santa's Little Helper by *lurkingdeviant

"No, no!" Jacob cursed to himself as he saw the last Captain Mech toy slipped his grasp, carted off to the checkout counter by a luckier parent.  Cursed toy, always out of stock; Christmas is due tomorrow, little Jeremy has been such a good boy this year, and all he asked of Santa this year was that hundred-times-cursed toy robot. Whenever it wasn't other parents it was some brat taking the last one with him. For the last two months he has tried everything, but the times he tried bribing a store's employee into saving one for him, it turned out some other parent has already offered a bigger sum, all online stores have consistently b

Second

Holiday Silence by =Iluvocnj2006

There was just something about the way the snow hit the window pane, that made me feel somber. Light from the passing cars made the snow an eerie red color, only helping my somber mood. It was Christmas Eve and the house was decorated just like Macy's would be at this very moment. Stockings hung from the mantel while the enormous tree was adorned with lights of all colors. This should be a happy time, a joyous time; not a time of sorrow.   
 "Hey," A voice whispered in my ear. "Are you all right?"   
 I turned around to see my loving husband's bright green eyes. "Of course I'm all right, why wouldn't I be?"  

Third

'Twas The Night Before X-mas by *Damali-Rivera

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shack,  Not a creature was stirring not even a rat.  Except for one fellow who seemed not to care,  That he had no Christmas tree, or that his mantle was bare,   
No stockings, no lights or other Christmas treats,  For this peculiar fellow was all but deceased.  His face was quite mangled, his body quite pale,  His hair was all tangled, and reeked of stale ale.   
This man was a legend, with the women at least,  20 wives with children before struck with disease.  This man was a fiend, nothing better than that,  He'd sell his o

Fourth

The Anti Santa by~starlight-silence

The moon was face-full like a glass of milk  And it shone with a wicked smile on the snow  
Like a Cheshire-cat looking upon the scene below   
Thud. Thud. His thick black boots banged across the roof  
From his team of six hell-horses guiding the sleigh  
Where half a dozen knives and two bodies lay  
 
He was gaunt skin and bones – dressed up in grim reaper black  Bearing protruding cheekbones and razor teeth combed with lies  
Wearing a mask of white with slits for the eyes  
 
[I'm so sorry  
I should have helped you,  
I should have helped,  
I should have] &


I have some good fortune myself in two recent competitions

:iconDailyLit Deviations: seven day prompt contest,

first place with Tightrope 1   
Mighty Blondin, Master of Impossibility,  who could match that trance of concentration,  as you stride along that narrow fibre road  
suspended above the deafening churn of foam.  With necks craning, we watch the airborne speck  you've become.  We are entranced as much as you.  Our dread, anticipates that catastrophic  tumble that must surely be your fate.  
We marvel as, sublimely, you keep mortality at bay.  
 
2.  You died in obscurity, it's true, not far  from this forgotten corner where I write.  But how could death obscure you,  
the mythic je


Devious Inspiriation contest

second place with Passenger Beyond the window  her past slides into the void.  The train gathers speed.

Inspired by