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A Christmas Poem (For Lyn, et al)
...Have occasioned
I think to have been decor-
rating The Tree, it's
piney quills & tines
dressing in glassy festoons
weightless baubles of
tins-led Christmas-candy
colors, like porcelain
fragile-fine, hooked canes
& dangled barber-pole-paean
peppermint-stick Memories
of savored hangon
trinkets & heirlooms
looming like a twinkling
tapestry 'round
wreaths of snowy popped-corn
dangling - "No, darlings, that's not
for eating..." Yes, I
have occasioned the
rows of bubbling light-tubes
like glowing chains of
warm caterpillars
inching-on toward the Manger's
Star of a chrysalis
Christmas Joy to Light-
Up the World! Oh Yes, I have
occasioned The Tree
Breathing in Ecstasy...
And the Wonder, of this from
a Guy whose Imprimatur
might have been
"Tannenbaum!"
H.e.m.
12.8.MMvi.
Noel.
"And so, as Tiny Tim observed, G-D bless Us, Every One!"
(" A Christmas Carol"). And...
A "...Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!"
(Clement Clarke Moore, "Twas The Night Before Christmas").
Amen.
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