Long Christmas bells Poems
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Merry Christmas is a greeting of cheer,
wishing each other a joyous Noël.
A salutation that is heard each year,
is now traditional, where Christians dwell:
a blessing that's music to a child's ear.
Christmas bells have a magical effect,
making strangers more jolly and polite.
On Christmas Eve, Santa's list is twice checked,
while children dream of Rudolph's nose so bright,
sometimes bending the truth just feels correct.
When you greet folks with happiness and joy;
folks oft reciprocate in like manner.
Christmas affects every young girl and boy,
whether they're in a shack or a manor;
exchanging good behavior for a toy.
Both Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
form expressions of love and brotherhood.
When these greetings are spoken loud and clear,
their meaning's recognized and understood;
words of celebration, goodwill, and cheer.
Christmas calm surrounds the world's Aree
snowflakes fall gently all around me
Like a deer panting by still waters
I settle by a Yuletide brook & wait for thee
Don't forget me Christmas morning
as the winter winds come blowing
may you find me in the quiet snow
in sunshine's fast and furious glow !
As Christmas bells start ringing with rejoice
don't forget to remember I really had no choice
so search me out in wonder aside this Blessed Night
as I glide towards a Manger filled with light
Don't forget me Christmas morning
as the winter winds come blowing
may you find me in the quiet snow
in sunshine's fast and furious glow !
She hated him.
Could she tell that to the shrink?
She hated the ex-lover with all her heart.
How dared he jilt her for that bit of a tart?
How dared he stab her to the hilt,
Straight to her broken heart?
The wound was deep and hurt
Oh Lord, how it hurt.
Now she knew what a broken heart was.
But she would not cry. Plenty of fish!
Her heart craved for love.
She'll love on the rebound.
What does she care?
So she'll confess all to the shrink.
Would he understand?
He looked so young, but
That's how she loved them:
Young and full of pluck.
To think how shy she was of him
during her first sessions.
So she would not open her heart,
but closed like a clam
she invented things.
Time had arrived for the truth.
She lay back on the couch.
She could see clouds
gathering outside the window.
An omen? A memory?
Where were he and the tart?
On an isolated bench
under an umbrella?
Would those hailstones large as balls
were to fall on them.
She thought of snow and Christmas bells
but the hailstones rattled the window.
Then she realized, the stones
had the form of a zero.
Time to end a romance and start another.
She turned towards the shrink
and smiled and fantasized....
he was so handsome after all.
Not by her eyes did I stop in my tracks
Though they spoke as Celtic forest rings
And glittered as a wyvern's hold.
Not by her voice soft,
Sweet as a siren entrapping my soul
Resonate as Christmas bells carried by
A valley crystalline in new snow.
Neither her touch, which infuses my weary flesh
Tonic of revival and haven of hearth.
Delicious like peppermint cider
Warming me from within.
Not by any, but by all these
Her being more than jetties to break the waves
More than trees that soften the squall
More than a harbor for my soul
Yea, he writhe in pleasure, peace, and home
Hiraeth.
Christmas lights are blinkin',
Glowin' and a'twinklin',
Hang the Yuletide Holly...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Christmas cards we're writin',
Oh, it's so excitin',
Hang up all the Stockings...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Christmas bells are ringin',
Carolers are singin',
Wait for Christmas morning...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Little eyes are peekin',
For the things they're seekin',
Santa is a coming...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Leave some cookie treasure,
For the Old Elf's pleasure,
A glass of milk for Santa...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Reindeer are a prancin',
On the roof they're dancin',
Listen for the Sleigh Bells...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Christmas moon is showin',
On the snow it's glowin',
Soon he'll be a'comin'...
It's hard to sleep tonight!
Tomorrow is Christmas ... the Day we Celebray.
Tomorrow is Christmas ... with Presents 'neath the tree.
Tomorrow is Christmas ... Tomorrow is Christmas,
Tomorrow is Christmas ... The Day we long to see!
Christmas bells, can you hear them ringing?
All night long: carolers singing.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
Penciled out: is the last day.
So tonight: is the right night.
And sleep seeds dreams,
with sugarplum themes,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing smiles as they get passed around.
I'll ask, is one for me?
You'll say: yes, more than one:
but you must wait till Christmas morning.
So calm down,
dream of things you desire:
hang your socks by the fire.
Leave Santa a snack
then go hit the sack,
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
In the morning, we can open presents,
sharing a smile that's passed around,
And we'll attend all the festive events,
at least the ones within our town.
On this eve, nerves are tingling.
Can you feel them?
In the air, bells are jingling.
A magical night,
your eyes shut tight
waiting for Santa’s magic sleigh to land!
The winter weather was bad, snowed heavily that year,
Santa was late dressing up and putting on the head gear.
He needed then to hurry up to reach the town in time
before chilled night fell, Christmas bells started to chime.
He left the familiar road, took a short cut on the pathway
through the desolate misty park, began to wander away.
The snow on the path lined with frosted trees was deep,
in his weakened control the old sledge he couldn’t keep.
He found the sleigh stuck, burrow its grave in the snow,
the confused reindeer strayed, didn’t know where to go.
Tired of the daylong ordeal Santa rued the hasty gambit,
found nearby an empty brown bench in the park to sit.
The stranded reindeer standing by gave him loyal company,
he looked helplessly, the end of the path he couldn’t see.
A sad Christmas for the children for Santa had lost their gifts,
forlorn, he waited for someone to come by, give him a lift.
December 14, 2018
Picture # 3
A most festive time of year
I surely can not wait
The anticipation is so great
I smell the turkey in the oven
The Christmas lights shining bright
Snow is falling
A blanket of angelic white
Christmas carols warming all our merry souls
Christmas cheer a plenty
Plum pudding all ready for the feast
Children running here and there, too a fro
Grandma kissing grandpa under the mistletoe
Aunts and Uncles, neighbors and friends
Nephews, nieces, cousins like elf’s dancing around the tree
Mum rings the Christmas bells
Dinner is finally ready
Christmas hats, crackers and wine
Stuffing to die for
I take my seat, for this festive meal
Surrounded
By these memories
I turn on the radio for company
I lift the foil off of the TV Dinner
Merry Christmas to the past
Humbug
He schleps constantly at noon
Through declivities and straight roads,
Bearing messages sealed by the hands
That laid them bare in the first place.
Sweat caresses his face, forming one mass of
Earnestness in every breath of delivery.
“Hello,” he says, “your mail. Your package.”
My palm breathes harder, having neared his.
I sign the delivery paper and reach out for the
Package.
He is fussy with time and gets rewarded when
The Christmas bells chime slowly
From wintry belfries posting blandishments of
Yuletide.
Merry Christmas!
A bright coin rolls into his palms and greases them.
He welcomes titbits of news within crimson cards.
His lungs inhale airs of chaperoned champagnes
Amid the voice of canticles, soft and secret.
I imagine one of the reasons we love the Christmas/Holiday season is all the kindness in the air…and how, when we stop to look around, we see magic everywhere.
Our city’s Old Time Christmas parade this year was immediately upstaged…
when our eldest grandson and his girlfriend face-timed us to say they were engaged.
So our step was already a little lighter as we waved to Santa, listened to the bands and played in the Florida snow while bumping into old friends…and a host of people we didn’t know.
All around us we saw a wonderful diversity…we saw children racing ahead with parents running after…our noses were filled with the aroma of Christmas while the streets were filled with laughter.
It wasn’t the most silent of nights…but it was holy…nothing was calm but everything was bright…when we stopped to listen to a children’s choir as they sang Oh Holy Night.
At an Old Time Christmas the Christmas spirit has a way of rising up inside you…
you find yourself saying Merry Christmas to strangers because that’s just what you do.
Deborah said Merry Christmas to a young woman standing next to us and here’s the second reason we’ll forever remember this date…
after repeating Merry Christmas she said, “And I have something to truly celebrate.”
She looked into Deborah’s eyes…then she looked around at me…
before announcing,“I got great news from my doctor today…I am cancer free!”?
She said, “I don’t have any hair left and I don’t care if I look bad…
I put on this old wig so I could celebrate with my husband, Mom and Dad.”
Then Deborah, in a voice emphatic, compassionate and clear said,
“Not only do you look beautiful…but it’s beautiful that you’re here.”
And for the second time in a few hours we were treated to a magical sight….
The first was when and engagement announcement lit up our day…
the second when a young woman’s smile lit up our night.
We said Merry Christmas to each other and walked off to the music of Christmas bells in the background ringing…
both wondering if that was a children’s choir we had heard…
or,
through the magic of Christmas,
the voices of angels singing.