Holiday Kyrielle Poems

The shaking of the big old trees,
Pretty colors in the cool breeze
Falling leaves coming around me,
In October I love to see.


From the oven hot apple...

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The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched—
they must be felt with the heart. Helen Keller


 

White glistening soft...

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Nestled cozily and sweet in a valley filled with holiday snow,
I am thrilled and delighted to watch the twinkling of the pretty lights.
Other people are...

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Shimmering lights whisper through my soul
Capturing Christmas throughout the night
Bringing the world brilliant hues which console
Flashes of inspiration for hearts to partake of

Glistening brilliantly on...

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it was the night before Christmas. and all in my house. Everyone was sleeping 
even my pet mouse. The year before I was bad all...

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St. Paddy’s Day has come. At dawn,
Wake up and put a smile on!
The birds are whistling cheerily
This day of green, a day for glee.

The time...

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An angel in a Christmas play
Learning about Jesus this way
People have become so earthy
Lord have mercy

Just place an X to blot out Christ
And sell merchandise...

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I choose to celebrate the Savior's Birth.
A day of happiness, a day of worth.
I sometimes worry, it will disappear.
Christianity, is not welcome here.

I know my...

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Taking our sleds down hills of snow;
Ice skating though cold winds might blow.
Those days of beauty crisp and clear -
A winter’s treasured souvenir.

Exchanging gifts with...

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Mandurah, cruises, jingle bells,
The lake house splendor in shooting stars dwell,
Tremendous Christmas without snow, implicitly the stunner glide,
Black phantom unveil the cloak of his clandestine...

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     "Christmas Spirit"
(Christmas Day in Italian Culture)



as a snowy blanket of white caresses in Winter's glow
and frosty icicles kiss windowpanes in...

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With squeals of delight and shouts of pure glee
Rough-housing beneath that droopy pine tree
Daddy feigns mad but we know he is bluffing
Christmas was poor but...

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Sleigh bells ring, do finish shopping, the countdown is on, 
Be kind enough to spare your precious hours two or more 
Being Indians, we’re quite...

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We shuffled towards the open grave;
Our hearts were wrenched; we were not brave;
She would not speak from new-dug loam
‘Welcome to my holiday home’.

With memories of...

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My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’ve hidden all the...

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