Twas the Night Before Christmas, 2010

Wow, I'm so impressed with all the poems. They are inspired and inspiring. You guys are brilliant! Thank you

"Stop right here – if you’re expecting grammies or mammies……..
Ever heard of pattern interruption?
Good – cos the lack of such leads to lifestyle corruption."

That is inspired, Hilary! I like the way your mind works.
jim

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;

Stop right here - if you're expecting grammies or mammies........

Ever heard of pattern interruption?
Good - cos the lack of such leads to lifestyle corruption.

You think it's Ok that they're hoping for coal
For Christmas? An utterly pathetic goal.

Instead of asking for gold, frankense or myrr
A Viper a Bentley, diamonds or fur!

They obviously don't know the Prosperity Messiah
Or the promises in the 29th chapter of Jeremiah.

Their ignorance and reality is of their making
When life in abundance is theirs for the taking.

What a terrible way to think
Hoping for coal - where others think mink.

But many choose to close their eyes
And swallow all of soceities lies

Why are they nervous, and full of fear?
When cheer is here 365 days a year

Abundance is everywhere if you look for it
Health, wealth, happiness and wit

Just surf the net - just tell a joke
Or simply read "Why You're Sick Dumb and Broke."

Or wallow in your misery -" I'm so badly paid"
For it's in moments of decision that your destiny is made

While many lament the woes of the recession
They then wonder why they are suffering from depression.

While others swim in the ocean of abundance
Be they in Africa, India, Asia or France

Coal for Christmas? - give me a break!
Why eat bread when you can eat cake?

What will it take for this community
To understand the overwhelming opportunity

This world offers to those who truly believe
And know their tapestry only they can weave

I am so grateful that my attitude
Is always one of gratitude

That I no longer live by the seat of my pants
And that I stumbled upon Randys rants.

And as I count my blessings each and every day
For all those less fortunate I do pray

That every man, woman, child, and dog
Has the good fortune to stumble upon Randy's blog.

Way fun, as usual! ... :)

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;
While the Prosperity King lounged in toasty Miami.
But then, just like Batman who gets urgent Bat calls;
A great plea for help he could hear through the walls.

So away he did travel to gather his flock;
And he worried not once about the hour on his clock.
On their front lawns he posted and demanded attention;
And beckoned them all to a ‘prosperity convention.’

He winked and he motioned, as if only to say;
I’ve got more yet to teach you, so come on, this way.
You thought that you ‘got it’ when we spoke here last year;
But something was missing, and it needs to be clear.

Then away to Miami, they all knew they must follow;
Their excitement was great, though their courage was hollow
He jumped in his Viper and they boarded a plane;
But he got there before them, for he knew this domain.

He took them, by moonlight, to a nice balmy beach;
As, for maximum impact, ‘twas a great place to teach.
He watched as they listened; every word they did trace;
Then with long arms outstretched, he presented the place …

“You have studied the laws, and you wished for all this;
So why do you think you still don’t have your bliss?”
“You have listened to every last word that I’ve said;
But there’s still one small hurdle and it’s … inside your head”

“Tonight – what if I offered one wish, large or small;
To be granted completely, no questions at all?
If the only requirement of you was to ask. …
But to KNOW you were WORTHY – too daunting a task?

They looked at him in wonder, and then looked away;
Freedom lay in the truth of the words he did say…
“I suspected you couldn’t, so, how ‘bout we guess -
Are you afraid I’ll say ‘no’, or afraid I’ll say … ‘YES’?”

“See … don’t believe that you’re worthy? Then, you can’t win the game;
And all your attempts will just turn out the same.
Think it’s failing you fear? Nope! Let’s try on this switch;
What if the truth is … you’re afraid to be RICH?”

“You have to believe … not just wish that you are -
A magician, a millionaire, a master, a star.
When you stop feeling ‘less than’ and act upon your desire
Just watch how the Universe starts to conspire.”

“So take what I’ve told you and go share with many;
If you get tempted by doubts, don’t you give in to any!
And next year at Christmas, I’m expecting from you
To be living the same kind of freedom I do.”

“Now I’m off to the opera, the ball field, the stage;
I’ve got so much to do … because I’m Randy Gage!
Remember you were born just as gifted as I;
And it’s your job to be ‘You’ with a capital ‘Y’!”

Holiday Love to All and Wishes for Bright Blessings in the New Year!

K

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;
But afraid of the dark like young mamby pambys
They shivered and whispered and thunk thoughts of doom.
The rot in their minds filled their sad hearts with gloom.

Surrounded by media worse than a bad joke
It’s no wonder these souls were dumb, sick and broke.
What they needed the most was an illustrious sage
But alas--they had not heard of the great Randy Gage.

Desperate they were, in this terrible hour,
They took a bold move, to save on their power.
They picked up the clicker with a last worried look;
They turned off the TV…and opened a book.

Suddenly a jolt from the one true reality
Awakened them to their entitlement mentality.
They looked at each other in unison and screamed
“It is WE who gave up on our own precious dreams.”

“It wasn’t my sickness or broken down van,
It isn’t the Taxes or even the MAN
Not my mother or father or misfortunes galore
I surrender that falsehood-I’ll be victim no more.”

That TV-less moment helped their minds stop its chatter
And they stumbled upon the truth that most matters;
“The genius within, is for us to behold;
Once we let go of not being bold.

We are all divine; we all have a chance.
Every moment of life is a magical dance
Designed to awaken the best we can be
Always available to those who will see!”
..................
Happy Holidays and blessings for the New Year,
Jeanne and Will Kidd
PS. We are negotiable on the tawdry sex option if it wins us points.

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies,
Not the dream they hoped for, but common and cosy.

Some thought quite deeply- is it always be this way?
Is this the whole reality or my deceptive experience?

Are those my eyes seeing, or doubt poisoned mind?
I want to become wise and make my deeds great.

But is that even possible for one to achieve?
Straight from the heart Christmas voice answers:

Move from frustration to wisdom ilumination,
Live in inspiration come from aspiration.

Cheerfully, sleeplessly, unconditionally
Be who you would be! BE WHO YOU WOULD BE!

_________________________________________
Merry Christmas Randy and everybody else,
please forgive my grammar, as my native language is not english :))

Oops! It should say Prosperity Mind in the 2nd section.

The Night Before Christmas, 2010

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;
But fear had taken root from Seattle to Miami.
When the nation awoke, in their stocklings they would find,
A little green book titled Propserity Mind.
When they opened it up what leapt from the page,
Were life changing words from a man named Gage.

Could this really be what
Santa had brought,
Could the world be transformed by the
power of thought,
Is this the information they all
should have sought,
And would their minds be open
to what was about to be taught?

They absorbed every word and through the pages they flipped,
Quickly realizing where they all had slipped.
Chapter by chapter it all became clear,
Their mind was the captor and held them hostage in fear.

But no need to panic,
And no need to cry,
To your limiting beliefs,
Say your final goodbye,
The next revelation filled the people with glee,
"Your thoughts locked you up but that means YOU still hold the key".

All at once their minds
unfurled,
And the door opened up
to a whole new world,
No more limitation,
And no more lack,
Your mind is a castle,
Not some rickety shack.

They peeped out the window
to a whole new reality,
They were now the proud owners,
of the Midas Mentality.

The ole' dirty roads were now
golden brick streets,
And the cheap motels transformed
to luxury suites,
Buisness, pleasure and tropical retreats,
By train or by plane it was 1st class seats.

Designer clothes in the closets,
and buckles of brass,
And everyone's car,
has a full tank of gas.

How did this happen,
well just take a look,
In each persons hand,
Is the little green book.

Merry Christmas to ALL and to ALL a great night :-)

Only Randy Gage would be the messenger who knows how to put the "MERRY" back in Christmas !!!!

Wonderful, 3 great ones on here so far!

Alone slept two boys 'cause Mama couldn't afford pricey nannies,
When outside the project gates there arose such a clatter,
Oh no, a drive by shooting below, and the windows all shatter,

Scared and cold the boys run in a flash,
To their uncle george all doped up on hash,
Moonlight falls on a potholed street covered in snow,
Giving an appearance of peace the residence here hardly know,

And what form to these boys should appear?
Mama tired from work but full of good cheer,
A hug she gave them and kissed them quick,
"Mama, where's Santa?" whispered four year old Nick,

"Oh honey, I don't know, but he'll be comin' along",
"Now hurry back to bed and I'll sing you a song.",
"Dear God, if you hear me. Tonight I pray for my boys."
"I work all the day long and still couldn't afford many toys."

"But, I thank you God everyday for my many blessings and gifts."
"Blessings of courage, and hope without which, I would never make it through all those night shifts."

Some people at Christmas think "taxes, humbug. Why should we pay?",
For children and people who might be hungry each day,
"Are there no good prisons, safe schools, and roomy homeless shelters around?",
No, no children are homeless, hungry and sick. Poverty abounds.,

"Beware ignorance and want." A Charles Dickens' character once said,
So tonight, while your home all safe in your beds,
Remember the ones most of us like to forget,
They are not leeches and wretches, they are you, and their me, I truly regret,

So, let's not forget as Christmas slips away,
The one's who might need us when all hope is sway,

Merry Christmas to all, may we love one another,
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas my sisters and brothers.

I must say I am happy to not have to judge all these great responses!!

Good luck, Randy, and everyone have fantastic, and happy Holidays!!

Genesta

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies,
With whispers of accolades as nominee for a Grammy.
Arriving a princess in a chiffon dress and I in my tux,
Materializing in our minds, making the big bucks.

There in the near distance, our vessel awaits,
Excited to see what’s behind the invisible gates.
Eagerly surrendering, a thought sparks the light,
Peering through our window, ready to take flight

In awe of an incredible shift, a vigor, a verve,
Forever no doubt, all ready to serve.
A phantom power, a minute miracle maker,
Inwardly aware, with all the forces for its taker.

With a little pinch, a shiver, and a giggle,
I knew in an instant, this must be a riddle.
Ah-ha they say, as it approaches my way,
This is the moment, I define the day.

“Now, Gratitude! Now, Peace! Now Forgiveness and Love!
On, Queens! On Kings! On, Angels and Doves!
Now off to the moon, grab your stars in the sky!
Unleash your desire, with a sparkle in your eye!”

In due course, with floods and drought, hail and thunder,
With Spirit in mind’s eye, there’s no need to wonder.
Treasures unveiled thus persistence prevails,
With all the glorious prosperity on your trail.

And then it was, as it is, already here, already there;
The breath of a dream, is the belief of a prayer.
A once then prayer, now an illuminated passion,
With plans to conquer all odds with compassion.

The passion filled dream was full of gleam,
Time to bring out the vision board theme.
Bearing serenity, abundance, and grace,
It’s a wonder there’s no chase to this place.

It evokes calmness, clarity, and endless bliss;
Eyes full of diamonds, the allure not to miss!
The glow is aweless, yet gallantly still,
In such a presence, it sure is a thrill!

The stature of this being is pure to cherish,
May we all remember it never does perish.
Its graciousness is sacred and adored,
So we all sing on its behalf the melodic chord.

For it is grand, protective, and humble,
But doesn’t mind if we stumbled or make a fumble.
With a spark in the eye and slight bow of the head,
Gesturing the way; the way in which it led.

It is careful what it preaches, honoring its words,
Offering the forefront for the other future herds.
And as it leads with the heart, and the head held high,
Our vision will service us, we are certain to try.

In that instant, we are off on another mission,
Trail blazing the way at our own admission.
We hear it, we feel it, we love it, we need it,
"Happy Christmas to all, with an almighty spin."

In a red coat with red nose, Santa Claus comes in the frost
with a rabbit on his heels and Maiden on the horns
If you meet this rabble, then soon the new year.
Sorry, the Russian language, it sounds better in rhyme

WOW!!! There are some good ones here, hilarious, like minds, Happy Holidays To All.
Enjoy another gift giving labeled day, but everyday gift giving in prosperity, enjoy.

The Night Before Christmas, 2010

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;
Well not really jammies, but rather t-shirts and panties.
Still hoping, waiting and praying that Santa will Deliver;
Guess we'll have to settle for plastics again, instead of gold and silver.

Still waiting for my stimulus, or powerball number this year;
But I doubt it, I'll probably be Dumb, Sick, and Broke just like last year.

Never am I lucky, or ever catch a break,
God never blesses me, with lobster or steak;

Those bad RICH people, with Bells & Whistles,
I'll just sit here and settle, for my chicken and gristle.

Someone ask, and I said don't tell,
Dammit they're shooting outside again, what the hell.
Nobody worried, about what goes on in the ghetto,
They'd rather be merry and shop for riches and stilettos.
Maybe next year, will be better for me than before,
Or maybe I'll do something different this year, or just wait, wait, and wait again, to see what God has in store.

Hi Randy,

I have looked forward to your Christmas Poem every year for quite some time.

I love to see the other versions presented in this competition, but I miss your version...

Once the winner is announced, PLEASE give us a version of your own, just like you did in years gone by.

Wishing every reader a holiday season filled with love and joy, and the most prosperous year ever for 2011.

several and federal seeen money floods up thee chimney dollars of ballers of greed to many callers
r turning weak at thee knees filthy went healthy
what was under thee tree was # 1 HIT FOR ME..

The Night Before Christmas, 2010

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the 'hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;
No TV to watch, No hope for the grammys.

Might as well chill in my own little bed, I heard one said;
And entertain the dreams that'll dance in my head.

Far, far away in the land of dreams, was a gal who witness
a most beautiful scene. Shoppers busy strolling the malls,
In search of perfect gifts and ornaments to deck the halls.

The smell of pine, cinnamon, and a host of shining lights;
Carolers singing "Silent Night".

She started to feel sad, cause her own life was bad.
Standing wishing upon a star, appeared an angel to make her glad.
she thought oh, what a joke! Then, Out from the bag came,
"Why You're Dumb, Sick and Broke"

For hours she read, and read, and read; downloading
much wisdom into her head. Growing, transforming, becoming
strong, while preparing to face life with a new song.

In the twinkling of the night, came a demanding voice..
nothing jumpy, saying don't be like grumpy, lumpy or dumpy.
Train your consciousness to be like "Gage"..powerful, and
strong;Then share YOUR brilliance from stage.

As the Angel turn to fly out of sight, with flapping wings I
heard her exclaim, Merry Christmas To All and to All a good Life!

The Night Before Christmas, 2010

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the 'hood,
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Hoping for coal, 'cause the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies,
In front of the tube for replays of Miami's
Most memorable installments of victim-TV
That kept them all locked in refrains of, “Poor me.”

When outside our house, there came such a loud crash,
I jumped up so high that I dumped my whole stash.
I then ran to the door and opened it wide - -
It was such a good thing that I wasn't yet fried!

The powerful glow from the object that landed,
Gave just enough light - - I'd take it single-handed.
But, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
Instead made me want to go chug down my beer.

As I stood there with bare feet frozen to the floor,
The driver of the Viper opened the door.
And out like a flash the cloaked bald man, he came.
And he whistled and shouted and called us by name.

Now Stephen! Now Doris! Now, Lois and Timmy!
On, Justin! On, Conner! On, Heather and Jimmy!
Come out of this lump life of victim and numbness;
Of sickness and lack and all sorts of dumbness.

As though in a movie, the cloaked man came near,
Straight to the open door, without any fear.
It happened so quickly as though life was postponed,
That I thought for a second, I was, in fact, stoned.

And then in a twinkling, my family was with me,
Poking and prodding and all straining to see
What had me entranced and struck with a stupor,
When normally I'd have been their hero . . . super.

He was dressed in black tights underneath that red cloak,
Maybe he was the one who just had a toke.
And he carried a purse, worth ten freakin' grand,
That was draped so elegantly over his hand.

They all saw him with me, the cloaked man in red,
Proclaiming some freedom and a rich life instead,
By changing our mindset and starting to think - -
Not drowning our sorrows with something to drink.

As he walked toward us in funky slow motion,
He spoke of prosperity - - what a cool notion.
The key to it all, he said, is our own self worth,
From all the unworthiness, it must be unearthed.

He taught with such power, such strength and such joy,
He made me feel again like a little boy - -
Full of wonder and abundance, trust and delight,
Feelings shut down until I felt them tonight.

So, in spite of the get-up he had us all glued,
To all that he said, lest he be misconstrued.
His words, like a sword, penetrated through flesh,
What had before been hardened, was now made afresh.

Now he turned with a start, and he started to leave,
I guess he could tell that we now all believe.
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
“Prosperity to all and to all a good night!”

I am so not good at these LOL They are very very
good and i'm glad i'm not a judge.
Merry Christmas everyone !! I hope you all have
Health, Happiness and Prosperity.
Glad I don't live in that hood hehe

The Night Before Christmas, 2010

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies;
Resting up from the year, we'd lived through some whammies.
I picked up the laptop and sat in my rocker
Intending to search for a lion door knocker.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But Santa's bright face shining with tears.
His voice was quite rough as he murmured my name
As he continued to weep I felt myself do the same.

"This holiday season's not about what you get;
It saddens my heart that you don't get that yet."
I wanted to tell him that I had learned the lesson
But knew in my heart so much was still missing.

So I bowed my head and said a prayer not of fear
But of hope that I could get it right in the coming New Year.
To give most joyful from a heart that is free
Of greed and in spite of all other negativity.

My attitude I'd change to one for the better
And concentrate solely on ideals that matter
As I raised my eyes toward Santa's gaze
I saw him beaming through my tear stained haze

"Merry Christmas young lady!" he said with delight
"I have faith that you will do it right."
With that he lept into his sleigh
Calling "Change your heart, change your life" as he clattered away.

The Night Before Christmas, 2010

T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the ‘hood
The masses were nervous, as well be they should.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care;
Hoping for coal, because the fuel tanks were bare.

The people were nestled, all snug in their jammies:
The uncles and aunties and grandpas and grammies
Were all crammed together, the one room they share
'Cause the bank had foreclosed and the cupboard was bare.

"Who will save us?" they cried as they groaned and they moaned.
"The fault is not mine!" they continued to drone.
"The gov'ment must save us, or unions, or churches,
Or our own TSA with their pat downs and searches!"

"It's Obama! McCain! It's Biden! It's Palin!"
They had a long list to blame for their failin'.
They blamed almost everyone else for their mess.
(But what happened next was anyone's guess....)

'Cause what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a handsome young man speaking most loud and clear:
"You make your own world!" he proclaims and he rants.
"The answer is YOU, not bailouts or grants."

"Your own thoughts and memes make your world, don't you see?
Change the way that you think (your beliefs are the key!)
And your world will no longer suffer from lack.
But rather, you'll have your old prosperity back!"

"Love your friends and your neighbors... and especially you!
(And if possible, love your enemies too.)
Your life is a mess because you're a griper.
Erase those memes and you'll soon have a Viper!"

And did the herd listen? Not many, that's true.
But the truth of his statements made sense to a few.
So while most folks returned to their woes and complaining
A few changed their lives from losing to gaining.

And the young man was happy, contented and gay.
He'd changed a few folks from "no way" to "Yea!"
And they heard him proclaim, as he spoke loud and clear
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good year."

Wishing everyone a joyous holiday season and a most prosperous New Year!
jim
PS -- Randy, I know you were just kidding about being influenced by flattery, so I won't bother mentioning how wonderful, handsome, and wise you are.