[Sylvia Fairley]

Round robins are now in full flight,
Bearing news that’s abysmally trite.
Let’s serve up the writers
For dinner, the blighters,
And invite all our friends for a bite.

[basil ransome-davies]

I'm a little too fond of the voddy
And my sexual morals are shoddy,
But what Santa Claus brought
(Here's a startling thought)
Enhanced both my mind and my body.

[Curtis Gale Weeks]

So the atheists planned their displays
to cleverly squelch those clichés
     like small mangers and Christ—
     no idol sufficed
like a banner that said "Holi-days."

[basil ransome-davies]

Her costume was principally gauze,
While her pulchritude broke several laws.
She ignited my brain
And I'm not really sane,
But we know there's no Sanity Clause.

[Jerome Betts]

She murmured, 'O Basil R-D,
You permit that I sit on your knee
So distinguished, if bony?
Yes, I've dumped Berlusconi!
Is Lancashire ready for me?'

[Curtis Gale Weeks]

Since he crafts all his gifts, they are free.
Every year, he's quite jolly, you'll see:
     when you open your gift,
     try not to be miffed
when he says, "It's all me!" with great glee.

[Jerome Betts]

Father Christmas, ensconced in his grotto,
Was discovered one day to be blotto
From his sixth single malt,
But remarked, 'Not my fault!
Sharing sheasonal shpirit's our motto!'

[Curtis Gale Weeks]

In the news: "Old St. Nick Wins the Lotto!"
He's been spotted inside a new auto;
     he's slow-cruising for lookers,
     inexpensive old hookers—
It's the same Ho Ho Ho ostinato.

[Brian Geffre]

The look on his face is so priceless
He mopes on the couches just lifeless
This break is the worst
'Cause family comes first
He's spending this Christmas device-less.

Parents are just mean, aren't they, to expect their kids to unplug and spend their time with family.

[John Whitworth]

Neither of my girls, though they aren't really girls any more, knows much about computers at all.But its true they can both use their thumbs on mobile phones, which I cannot. Fat thumbs I suppose.