L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

Christmas In Paris With Gentle Snow Falling

Christmas in Paris with gentle snow falling
Listening to the bells of Notre Dame calling
The faithful from their frantic shopping spree,
A sleigh ride through the Tuileries, you and me
In the shadow of the Louvre bringing art alive
Stopping for a drink or two in a café at five.
Then, to the Opera House for an evening show
Ah, in the City of Lights, so many places to go
At Christmas, we see the Eiffel Tower in lights,
And I must mention, Folies Bergère, ah, sights
We must not miss, under the mistletoe, a kiss
Paris at Christmas … the true meaning of bliss. 

Written December 6, 2022
Submitted to “Take Me There” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Margaret Lillico

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Margarita Lillico January 22, 2023 at 5:24 AM We miss your new poems - « the true meaning of bliss »

Maurice Rigoler December 7, 2022 at 3:02 AM Paris at any time is worth a trip and the expense. Been there several times and still haven't seen everything it offers. Love the outdoor cafés and people watching, shopping and speaking French, and above all, eating great food! I avoid going at holiday times – too crowded, too hectic, too expensive. / Maurice

Caren Krutsinger December 6, 2022 at 10:59 PM "Ah, in the City of Lights, so many places to go" I had no idea it was the city of lights, so thank you!

Shirley Hawkins December 6, 2022 at 7:53 PM My husband, John, took me to Paris 15 years ago; it was a present for my 70th birthday. We had a marvellous time. It is a place I would like to live. The markets were splendid. John speaks enough French to get by, albeit rusty. We found the French reserved but seemed to appreciate John trying to talk in their language. The ambience in Paris is palpable. I love Paris, and I loved your Rhyme, Milt.

Jenna Logan December 6, 2022 at 1:12 PM Just give me the date and I'll have a bag packed and ready to go! I've never been to Paris, but it sounds lovely through your eyes. L Milton Hankins December 6, 2022 at 1:38 PM It is a remarkably beautiful place. I didn't care much for the French people I met, but I loved the city.

Marco Chies December 6, 2022 at 12:54 PM Very nice poem, Milton. A walk through the postcards... I imagined Rimbaud there. L Milton Hankins December 6, 2022 at 1:39 PM Aw, thanks, Marco. I wish I could have known him!

Kim Rodrigues December 6, 2022 at 12:01 PM There’s just something about Paris…that city of lights…Christmas time…ahh L Milton Hankins December 6, 2022 at 12:23 PM Indeed. It is a beautiful city anytime, but especially at Christmas.

I Am Anaya December 6, 2022 at 11:45 AM You've transported me to the 16th Century's universe and into a perfect day. Ah, Paris! L Milton Hankins December 6, 2022 at 12:23 PM Thank you so much, Anaya. Enjoy the trip!

Tom Cunningham December 6, 2022 at 11:43 AM Your love of Gay Paree shines through in another well written verse Milton. Your poetry can take you anywhere in the world you want to be. Good luck. Tom L Milton Hankins December 6, 2022 at 12:24 PM So true, Tom. I was in Paris at Christmas, oh, at least forty years ago, but it was an unforgettable time.