Notes About The Poem
Written 13 December 2025
Placed fourth in One Frosty Eve Poetry Contest of Tom Woody
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One Frosty Winter Eve
One frosty winter eve, so white,
The world was hushed, a silent sight,
The snow fell harsh, a quiet strand,
Across the sleeping, frozen land.
A modest house, with windows bright,
Issued a warm welcoming light;
Inside, a mild fire, cracking low,
A joyful, gentle, golden glow.
The household, gathered round the heath,
Sharing some words on human worth
And values in a budding world
Seemed with joy and mirth to unfurl.
A knock soft, was heard on the door,
A traveler, shabby and sore,
Lost in the snow, with the twilight,
Sought a place to rest during night.
The landlord smiled, his heart so kind,
“Come in,” he said, “leave cold behind,
We have a fire and food to share,
And warmth enough, with love to spare.”
The stranger stepped in, eyes so wide,
Surprised to find such love inside;
He`d journeyed far, with heavy load,
And found a haven on the road.
They gave him food, a steaming bowl
And heeded to his weary soul;
The children listened, eyes so bright
To tales of darkness and of light.
As stars brightened the distant sky,
The traveler`s spirit glowed high,
He felt the kindness, pure and true,
And sensed he`d eyed a comfort new.
He slept that night in peaceful rest,
A welcome guest among the blessed;
The snow kept falling, harsh and deep,
As the wide world was lost in sleep.
When morning broke, a crystal day,
The stranger rose to make his way,
He thanked his hosts with grateful heart,
Offered them a wrap on his part.
To their greatest bewilderment,
The hosts viewed with much excitement,
A bundle of notes in the pack,
Which they wished not at all to sack.
But the traveler insisted
As winter`s eve gift, he offered
Every year to a family
That clinched values of amity.
“It`s a token to help you strive
To tide over winter of life,
To restore the kindness, I`ve found”
He said, “in this harsh frozen ground.”
The stranger was not a poor man,
But an opulent businessman;
In tattered wears, he did travel,
Aid receiver to unravel.
The household watched him disappear,
Then turned back to the warmth so dear,
They knew that on that frosty eve,
They`d learnt to love and to believe.
They`d learnt, even in darkest nights
A tender kindness shines so bright
That love, like snow, can softly fall
And light the hearts of one and all.
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