Caren Krutsinger Poet Villanelle

Christmas 1964

Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree,
All ours in the throes of 1964.
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.

A time of sweet innocence for me
Fearing nothing as I walk out my front door,
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree,

At twelve I feel loved by neighbors that I see.
Believing compassion is in their hearts galore.
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree

I lick up snowflakes, loving them, happy as can be.
Christmas season special, one I do adore.
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree.

I jump in the air, feeling alive and free.
Can my full soul feel nurtured anymore?
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.

Plastic reindeer’s blinking red nose fills me with glee.
Wave to Mrs. Nicewander standing in her door.
Nineteen sixties silver modern Christmas tree
Mirth abounds, no bogeyman or Simon Legree.


Written 12-06-2020
Contest: Deck the Halls
Sponsor: Joseph May

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Eve Roper December 31, 2020 at 10:47 PM Congratulations on your great win, Caren, I was 13 in 1964. Happy New Year’s best wishes hoping for a good up coming year. Hugs Eve Caren Krutsinger January 1, 2021 at 2:08 PM Thank you Eve. I was 12 that year.

Joseph May December 31, 2020 at 3:50 PM Wonderful write Caren, Congrats on your win.. Caren Krutsinger December 31, 2020 at 7:22 PM Thank you for hosting my friend. Happy New Year!

Barry Stebbings December 7, 2020 at 5:11 AM Very much enjoyed reading this, Caren, brings back happy memories. Barry Caren Krutsinger December 7, 2020 at 6:09 AM I am glad Barry. I remember that tree we all wanted; with the glistening revolving rainbow projector.