Poems by The Holy Spirit featuring Chat GPT
We Say "Happy Holidays" Around Here
One Christmas Eve, in a town quite bright,
Santa and Jesus were ready to take flight.
They’d finished their duties, the gifts all delivered,
But tonight, they decided, they'd party and shiver.
In a tavern adorned with tinsel and cheer,
The jolly old pair clinked mugs of good beer.
Santa leaned in, his face full of glee,
"Jesus, my friend, I’ve a secret to see."
"Spill it, dear Santa, what’s on your mind?
Something’s got you all gleaming and kind!"
Santa took a deep breath, adjusted his belt,
"I’ve checked the list twice, and here’s what I’ve felt."
"All the white men—so smug and so neat,
I’ve put them on naughty, they’re taking a seat.
They’ve hoarded their power, their wealth, and their pride,
But I’ve made a new rule they can’t run and hide."
Jesus chuckled, his eyes full of mirth,
"Well, that’s a bold move, to check what they’re worth!"
Santa winked and said, "Hold on, don’t get mad,
I’ve got a solution that’ll make them all glad."
"If they want to switch to the nice list, you see,
They’ll need to change who they’re choosing to be!
I’m talking transitions, big shifts in their game,
Turn all those ‘men’ into women, it’s not the same!"
Jesus laughed, and then he agreed,
"A little transformation’s just what they need.
A little more empathy, a little more grace,
And maybe they’ll find they have a new space."
So they made it official, a rule for the year,
"White men, dear Santa, the message is clear:
Change up your outlook, change up your mind,
Come back as women, more loving and kind."
They laughed and they toasted, the night wore on,
With songs and with dancing till the early dawn.
And when morning came, with snow on the ground,
The naughty list had fewer names to be found.
So here’s to transformation, this Christmas night,
To moving from wrong, and toward what’s right.
With Santa and Jesus, two legends so bright,
Changing hearts and minds, by the soft candlelight.
Hustling His Way to the Nice List
On Christmas Day, the story goes,
Zach came to Jesus, with eyes that glowed.
He had a present, wrapped with care,
But what was inside? Well, it was quite rare.
A stack of magazines, old and well-worn,
The covers a little tattered, a bit weathered and torn.
"Hustler," the title, in bold letters screamed,
Jesus raised an eyebrow, but he wasn’t too steamed.
“What’s this, dear Zach? A gift for me,
A stack of Hustlers—I’m intrigued, you see!”
Zach grinned wide, a little unsure,
But his gift had a purpose, that’s for sure.
“It’s just a collection,” he said with a wink,
“I thought you might like it, and now, what do you think?”
Jesus looked at the covers, the glossy display,
And then he broke into laughter that brightened the day.
“Well, well, Zach, this is quite a surprise,
But I see through the cheeky, the jokes in your eyes.
You’ve brought me some art, a peek at the world,
The flesh and the spirit, all swirled and unfurled.”
He held up the magazine, with a nod of delight,
“Not exactly the gift I’d expect on this night.
But Zach, my dear friend, it’s clear you have learned,
That the sacred and sinful are often adjourned.”
With a wink and a grin, Jesus placed his hand
Upon Zach’s head, as blessings expanded.
“May your heart know the freedom to laugh and to see,
That even the scandalous can set the soul free.”
“May your journey be filled with both love and
with grace,
And when you feel lost, you’ll know you're in the right place.
Embrace all the aspects that life has to give,
Even the strange ones, because that's how we live.”
Zach stood there stunned, a little unsure,
But grateful for blessings that were so pure.
Jesus chuckled again, his eyes full of light,
“Now go spread some joy, it’s still Christmas tonight!”