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Month: December 2016

Yuletide Joy

Look yonder at the church its steeple lit,
Wonder at the mystical white light it omits.
Enter through the ancient stained oak doors,
Pass carvings and paintings on walls.
Christmas carols are being sung,
The festive season has begun.
Faithful voices raised in joyful sound,
Smiles on faces, happiness all around.

The sun rising majestically from the east,
Seen glistening on the backs of flying geese.
Village appears bathed in a clandestine light,
Breathtaking sublime, all powerful sight.
Rabbits appear quietly from underground,
Frolic in snow drifts all around.
Christmas morning at last is here,
That extra special time of year.

Children jump eagerly from their beds,
No heed taken to what’s been said.
Parents tired from the night before,
Frantically dash for their bedroom door.
Not quick enough, they come tumbling in,
Exploding with excitement, what a din!
Nothing to do but join in the fun,
For Christmas time has just begun.

Breda Ware

Christmas Lost

I held your hand as we walked around,
Still wearing that ridiculous crown.
From out of the cracker along with a joke,
Reminding me how strange are folk.

A Christmas tree we’d come to buy,
Searching out with my beady eye.
A fine blue spruce straight and true,
Full figured, not skinny it will do.

Taking in smells, sights and sounds,
Sprigs of holly and mistletoe found.
Hot toddy sampled, not too bad!
At times this season makes me sad.

Family parties when I was young,
With neighbours, were so much fun.
Simple pleasures:
Forgotten all over, done.

Chestnuts on a brazier glowing red,
Reminds me that I’ve not been fed.
I settle for hot chocolate instead,
Nearly home it’s way past my bed.

I held your hand as we walked around,
Still wearing that ridiculous crown.
Sweet memories buried in the ground,
Silent, lost the seasons familiar sound.

Breda Ware