December is known for short days and snow,
and for frozen skies over oceans that billow,
in the midst of winter's winds fiercely howling:
God chose the coldest day for Christ's coming!
In some countries, Nativity scenes
are staged alive as in the town of Assisi,
don't skip the arrival of the Magi
riding those camels that bring three gifts!
No night is more festive than Christmas,
listen to kids caroling from door to door,
their love for Jesus is a delight to explore;
greet them with joy, pause your chores!
Everybody must remember that Jesus
was the Redeemer, the Lamb of sacrifice,
Herod hunted this child because of envy,
he wanted to be the king chosen by destiny!
December brings us two wonderful gifts:
one is snow, the other is pure grace;
the Shepherd seeks His stranded sheep,
who lost their way by a steep creek!
baby bear loved autumn more than almost anyone
Pumpkins, vampires, cobwebs and bats were part of his fun
He loved Halloween, especially the trick-or-treating
He could do this without a costume, a mask or ghostly sheeting
his parents thought it was wild that he loved going door to door
getting gobs of candy that they could save in their cave store
during hibernation, it was safe, in a cool, happy spot.
baby bear brought in so much loot, it was amazing for a tot.
My vacuum cleaner likes cookies
Sometimes it makes sounds like Wookies
It eats crayons too
And a lace from a tennis shoe
It hums along with this suction song
Eating up all in its path
It does a good job cleaning
But it can't do math
It caresses carpets and rugs
It invites in bugs
Cobwebs and corners
There's no hiding from this hoarder
There is nothing too tough
And my vacuum stays buff
By sucking at what it does for a living
So if you get the unction
And you see me just standing around
Plug me into the circuit
If you know how to work it
There are goldfish lying on the floor
Snippets and paper punches galore
Glitter strewn and clumps of play dough
And a foreign object....God only knows
So here's to my vacuum
And all you consume
Going from door to door
And room to room
We glide across the floor like Rogers and Astaire
We brush everybody's hair
And after you have done your best
I will put you away for another night’s rest
trio’s song -
hips sway, three bells ding-dong.
their red and gold sparkle in the night.
wonders from the North Pole, with elvish toes take flight.
no other trio holds a candle - such delight.
on stage, or door-to-door imperils.
gifts holiday barrels.
sweet Carols!
All the streets were filled with trick-or-treaters.
'Twas not so long ago on Halloween.
I, too, joined the costumed candy eaters.
A vibrant sight now no more to be seen...
Door to door marched children of all ages.
Our neighbors were all people we could trust.
Passing time has turned too many pages
And memories are now just so much dust.
Still, I can recall sweet flavored laughter,
The bag of treats that lasted but a day.
And, yes, the tummy aches that came after,
And consequences of the tricks we'd play.
Those days are gone, a sad but honest fact.
Perhaps our grandchildren will bring them back.
It’s that time of year again.
You feel their excitement for weeks.
Their plotting and planning.
Their minds changing then changing back.
The face paint.
The adjustments.
I need to sew.
That’s ok.
It’s worth it.
To see their little faces so innocent and free.
Their eyes twinkling and happy.
Pretending to be someone else or something else.
Not themselves, not tonight.
Going out at night so naughty and nice.
Door to door we go.
Each time their smiles and giggles anew.
Warm me against this October cold.
In their face’s the innocence of youth.
This night is about pretending.
Before the horror of reality sets in.
Halloween
A twin we do not already harbor on
The inside, cannot reach from without grasping
Its relationship — as love needs love to complete
The docket...so does fear. So does terror need
Its own horrid port if to impress.
Halloween...little devils in costumes —
wee, creatures dressed for the parade,
Door to door. Trick Or Treat! The real trick,
Is that of evil seeming harmless. Playful. In
Theatrical, fantastical sense. And the treat,
The Devil activating negative seeds for future harvest.
Evil — sly, subtle.
Our makeup exteriors reflections of far deeper
Dyes within, tattoo illustrations, spiritual stains —
The many indelible, wrongly nurtured traditions —
World fruit bear witness to their sources —
Man retaining affiliation with dark illusion.
Going door to door of every store.
Applying more and more and more.
Near our late year approach, A Celtic feast and festivities, around a wood blaze Hoge. On the first of the eleventh month, wine and beer by the barrel is sunk, and merrily a few of many will start their new year drunk.
Cloaked attire to scare off and warn, unwanted spirits of all shapes or form.
Children's songs they sing in rhyme, All Hallows Eve! do they shriek out and cry.
Markings drawn door to door, Candlesticks and spooky shrines.
what began as once a feared holiday
now for so many a celebratory time.
It’s October the 31st.
It’s Halloween night
Time for kids to dress up as witches, ghosts and goblins,
and go door to door trick or treating
at houses that are all decked out for Halloween with carved lit up pumpkins outside their doors as well as other spooky decorations
The kids they hope for treats as in candy
And no tricks
When they go door to door
On Halloween night black cats prowl outdoors as well
And fly on the back of witches broomsticks
And dances,
And parties for those who are to old to go trick or treating happen as well
Oh how much fun a Spooky Halloween Night can be for those all ages
Happy Halloween
Time to tour the best Christmas-decorated places in town
With a map in hand of all the beautifully lit-up houses to be found
Despite the amount of time to set up and to take down the people have given us a wonderful gift for all of us to enjoy
Whole streets have banded together to create a visual spectrum of flashing lights and creative characters that bring smiles to all the girls and boys
Carollers can be seen going door to door singing songs full of joy
On the rooftops, Santa and his reindeer seem to be in control of the night, ready to deploy
As if like magic the clouds open up sending a burst of snow floating down
Soon the lawns will have a blanket of snow without so much as making a sound
In the living rooms, trees with their colorful attire show off to the people walking by
A large crowd has gathered at the end of the block, jolly old Saint Nick handing out candy canes and looking spry
Christmas may come once a year but joy and happiness need to be spread every day
As you walk by a neighbor who has decorated his place a special thanks should surely come his way
squirrel dressed up like the count is mighty fine.
She runs door to door, loving it when she is next in line.
Candy comes in so many flavors, snickers is her fave.
She picks out all of the nuts, which make her happily rave
A major storm is churning in the Atlantic ready to raise havoc on shore Evacuation orders are in place as the authorities have gone door to door
The hurricane center is forecasting the highest wind speeds to ever be recorded
Our beach house over the years has survived every storm, but this one is surely not to be ignored
We are leaving with a few items and the clothes on our backs
Is this the last time we will see our house in one piece, or by some miracle will the storm veer off-track
We now leave it up to the powers from up above to determine our fate
We hurry to the car we need to get to higher ground before it,s too late
If the storm should demolish our place and flatten it to the ground
It will do nothing to destroy our fond memories and the people we surround
In the end, we narrowly avoided a direct hit, so the house survived to fight another day
The hurricane and my partner are both named Carol what's that you say
Cold and lonely
I walked the street
How I miss
My homely heat.
Walking endlessly
From door to door
For I cannot speak
Only offer a paw.
Please give me love
For I grow so thin
Open up your heart
And let me in.
bleak
Christmas
is nearing,
bells are ringing,
young carolers singing from door to door
yule joyful hymns in moonlit crisp air night
a nascent dawn
with anxious
laughter
sounds
there
a tree
full of hope
grandchildren thrilled.
without you, a soul that feels so hollow.
11/9/2023
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