61. Blessings And Good Tidings
Rows of houses blanketed with snow.
Christmas lights lucent and aglow.
A reindeer, a sleigh, like artwork on display.
Stories unraveling, brass bells ringing,
Rows of houses blanketed with snow.
Christmas lights lucent and aglow.
A reindeer, a sleigh, like artwork on display.
Stories unraveling, brass bells ringing,
Though I live in Australia, I can picture the scene in my mind's eye. It's reminiscent of a Charles Dickens scene from Scrooge. I love the poem and appreciate the words and talent of the poet.
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Upon us now is that time of year again
When we think a lot about our family and friends.
The days are short and the nights are cold,
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A squeak on the stairs.
Could Santa be here?
Better pull my blankets
Up to my ears.
A falling sound in the chimney. Could it be Old St. Nick? Better pull my covers and go to sleep.
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Santa Claus is on his sleigh!
He’s coming! He’s coming!
Magic reindeer – up and away!
Cold days and hard long nights.
Trees shimmed with tiny lights,
Their branches pointing ever high,
Reaching for the midnight sky.
Famous Poem
Star of the East, that long ago
Brought wise men on their way
Where, angels singing to and fro,
The Child of Bethlehem lay—
'Twas the week before Christmas and without fail
we still did not have our cards in the mail.
Our Christmas letter was blank, not even a line.
The address book lost (as it was most of the time).
Lying down on the ground
In the cold, fluffy snow
Forcing angels to stay on the earth
I was afraid to be left alone
It is seven a.m.,
And the snow is falling
As I look outside
At the carolers calling.
I wrote a letter to Santa
To make sure he would know
It's only two weeks until Christmas
And we still don't have any snow.
In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure.
The stars shone bright one silent night when shepherds saw a brilliant light.
They heard the angels sing their song, "The Lord, the Savior has been born.
In swaddling clothes You'll find the babe within a manger filled with hay."
The angels sang:
The orange glow of the fireplace
fills the room with Christmas cheer.
To my family I raise my glass,
full of wishes for the year.
Once upon a Christmas time, not very long ago,
was a loving family that lost all Christmas glow.
Tears of sadness filled the air; no more merriment or cheer.
Loss and grief of loved ones gone, so hard to bear and carry on,
People saying, "Ho, Ho, Ho"
Lovers kissing under the mistletoe
Children playing in the snow
The laughter of eternity's children
Resides in the glint of his eyes,
And his joyous laugh, which surrounds us all,
Leaves an echo that never dies.
Christmas is a loving hug
Or roasting chestnuts on the rug.
Christmas is one's first snow
And wrapping presents up with bows.
I was honored to know this author's father when he was first born and celebrated many Christmases with him and his Mom and Dad. This poem made me remember the wonderful Christmases we had. I...
Christmas here once more,
hard to ignore, festive
wreaths on every door.
I really loved this Poem! If you would ever ask me, Christmas is my FAVORITE holiday and it is the best time of year! My favorite thing about Christmas is the family being together and...
'Tis the season for lots of love.
Gather all friends and family
And celebrate the joys from above.
I shall wrap myself in a blanket of Christmas
Where all is hushed and still,
Save for the tiny sound of a baby's breath
Born to bring peace and goodwill.