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There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh!
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a blazing fire warms the Victorian home - love and cheer abound!
Since early in July Pa has had his eye on a special evergreen tree.
It now graces the parlor and they dance about it with glee!
Brightly lit candles adorn branches of the perfectly shape fir.
'Neath lies The Babe - The Magi offering frankincense, gold and myrrh.
The boys have hefted armloads of wood from the oak tree grove,
For Ma and the girls to cook delectable fare on the wood-burning stove.
Titillating aromas waft from room to room in the gracious old house,
From the roasting goose, venison and tender prairie grouse!
Rusty the dog and Simba the cat lie snuggling nigh the fire.
The family gathers 'round the old pump organ for an impromptu choir.
Bellowng off-key, Pa leads them in carols, all ln spirited mirth,
And later by the hearth, Pa reads the story of the Savior's birth.
The ancient grandfather clock tolls ten- the kids are shooed to bed.
Ma and Pa place presents 'neath the tree in old Santa's stead.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Pa steals a kiss 'neath the mistletoe!
The excited kids scarcely snooze listening for Santa's Ho! Ho! Ho!
NOT FOR THE CONTEST
Christmas Memories
by Bob Moore
The stockings all hung by the fire, the tree is all a-glow
this scene brings back memories, of times we used to know
holly hanging from the tree, mistletoe above the door
to trap a kiss, from one you love, who could ask for more
Christmas may not be what it was, in those days of yesteryear
a time of joy and friendship, friends and neighbours gathered near
or do we just remember, a gentler, safer time
when your neighbour was your neighbour, no difference in your mind
It was a time of celebration, a joy of living, all you need
a time to just be happy, no matter what your creed
children are still children, and like to just have fun
so say hi to your neighbour, the season has begun
Today I'll build myself a wreath
I'll buy the floral tape
I'll hunt for pines and mistletoe
I'll bend them into shape
Today I'll play a Christmas song
I'll find the merry tune
I'll sing for joy and family love
I'll play on for the moon
Today I'll bake a Yule log cake
I'll work tirelessly
I'll work out chocolate ganache years
I'll make you candied sleep
Today I'll hold my family close
We'll gather 'round the fire
I'll tape my eyes and try to find
Ways out of mad desire
Today I'll search for hours on end
I'll make it all okay
But I still know, when it comes
I'll forget Christmas day
Let me take you by the hand,
to St.Albans Abbey.
At the far end of the lantern- lit cobbled alley.
There's the Pines and Needles Christmas market,
and a magic garden .
Yuletide trees and Holly Wreaths,
A festive foliage with plenty of treats.
Mixed spiced scents of boiled apples' fruit cider,
A wafting aroma of roasted chestnuts fill the air,
Savoured sweetness of hot red mulled wine
A Christmas Spirit,A Midnight Hymn.
Sizzling sausages on this night of bliss
Beneath a mistletoe, a chocolate-dipped shared kiss.
In each stall, sixty in all,
Hand-made decorations carved on a wooden floor.
A Jesus'Grotto , a reindeer,and santa clause.
Wrought-iron boxes, "Put in a penny
for a good cause."
A carousel, and a merry-go-round,
A giant tea-cup, a trumpeter's sound.
Children singing carols by candlelight ,
in the loggia gallery,a star shines bright.
Skates on ice, a paradise .
Dancing in the late rain,
wearing a hundred smiles.
In the oldest British pub
as the fire dies , last embers glow,
Cheeks touch,lips brush,
The winds softly blow on St.Alban's winter snow.
An atmosphere of animated energy fills December's frosty air.
During the Christmas season we kindle the fires of love
between family and friends, and spark the flames of charity
in our hearts for it's a time of rejoicing and reflecting.
The spirit of Christmas swells in us, knowing that giving
brings more pleasure to us than any gift we could receive.
Holiday happiness cannot be purchased in a fancy store.
It's not boxes wrapped in glittered paper and fancy ribbon
that should bring sincere smiles to faces, young and old,
but it will always be found around a Christmas tree when
a family comes together, devoted in love for each other.
We're infused with the spiritual meaning of Christmas
as we hear church bells ring, calling us to join in singing
glorious songs of old. Those that tell of the Saviour's birth
on the holy night he was born as a ransom sacrifice to
pay the price for the sins of mankind, as was foretold.
In the glow of candlelight, we kneel and offer prayers,
giving thanks to God for offering us the hope of Paradise.
We show appreciation for all traditions that were passed
down from generations and memories that were made.
Happy ones when we gathered to gaze at starlit nights
as they illuminated snowflakes falling softly to the ground
on cold wintry nights that fill our souls with faith and hope.
Our homes are decorated with scented evergreens and holly.
Lights and mistletoe are hung in the most obvious places,
as we celebrate the magical time of the holidays when
most of us wish that we could be a child once more.
Childrens' faces are flushed with excitement as they await
Santa's arrival to wake and find presents beneath the tree.
Charles Dickens wrote, "I will honor the spirit of Christmas
in my heart and try to keep it all the year." How wonderful
it would be to have that mindset all year long. Then, the joy
of brightening the lives of others would become for us the
true merit of Christmas spirit felt deep within the heart.
December 5, 2022
Christmas Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gina McIntosh
It’s again that time of year
To celebrate Christ’s birth and fill yourself with cheer
Enjoy the cold and the snow
Kiss loved ones under the mistletoe
Let’s make this year one to remember
Rejoice on the twenty fifth of December
Hang stockings above the fire place
Drink eggnog to put a smile on your face
Sing carols by candle light
Read poems like T’was the Night
Wrap presents and put them under the tree
T’is the season to be jolly
Give your candy canes a lick
Put out milk and cookies as you wait for St. Nick
What should you buy them it’s a tough decision
Bask in your favorite holiday tradition
Send your cards and make your calls
Feel the spirit as you deck your halls
Dream of a White Christmas as you look out your window
It won’t be the same without your favorite movie or show
Remember its better to give and watch someone else’s thrill
And toward your fellow man reach out with your goodwill
Give your heart as a gift and never doubt
That this is what this season is all about
Old fashioned memories of Christmas eve
wrap up her heart with twinkling fairy-lights
Hot sugar-plum trickles its sweetness from Winters gone
Cold waltzing winds invite wild fire to warm the hallway
till the last ember from maple logs fades soft and slowly within her soul.
A cup of joy from season's song fills up each thought with yester's vision
when silver tinsel sparkled the night and voices hummed in graceful cheer.
When melting icicles glistened in his eyes as virgin snowflakes veiled her brown hair.
Incadescent hues in cobbled alleys welcome December
with blue spruce pine cones and wholly wreaths
Comforting scents of cedar wood and vigil lanterns
light up the Grotto and winding streets.
Another year,her eyes sat on a silent star which stands upon the verdant tree
Which knows a wish,which hears each sigh,yet fails to sprinkle serenity.
The perching robin has left its nest,leaving its scarlet upon her chest
Smouldering ash is what remains and lurking frost on window-panes.
Neath the lone mistletoe by candle bliss, Upon her brow His withered kiss.
For Mystic Rose's -The Heart of Christmas Contest.
Angels sit on top of Christmas trees
Bells ring for baby Jesus’ birth. Can you hear?
Candy canes or cookies if you please.
Decorate your home with Christmas cheer.
Excitement builds and there’s exhaustion too!
Festive families have fun in the snow.
Generous are they with gifts and all they do,
Happy - waiting for St. Nick’s Ho! Ho! Ho!
Illumination shows on every street.
Jack Frost comes along, but I will be
Kissing under mistletoe - so sweet,
Loving my December thoroughly.
Magic times! Perhaps you’ll see a fairy!
Nice or naughty? Santa makes his list.
Opening our presents, we’ll be merry.
Parties of the season can’t be missed!
Quince pudding tastes so fine with cinnamon.
Rum cake for me! Pa rum pum pum pum!
Stockings filled by Santa - oh, what fun.
Turkey, stuffing, and potatoes. YUM!
Uplifting messages and songs we’ll play.
Visits to our relatives we’ll make -
Wishes too, for a white Christmas day;
Xmas time, be good for goodness sake!
Yuletide logs are burning. Turn in for the night.
Zapped of energy, get Zzzzz's! May all your dreams be bright.
Written in January of 2016 For the Contest of Shadow Hamilton
The Eve before Christmas day,
No snow but clear skies
And visible stars
A full moon and the Milky way,
Sprinkling its magic, while
My gran and mom jam packed
Cookies into jars.
A dip in the swimming pool,
For it’s sizzling hot that night,
We want to go to bed cool,
Young children eventually
Tucked in tight, with just a sheet,
No snow, ice or sleet,
In South Africa, our home,
Where we sleep.
In their dreams presents, Santa and fun
Tomorrow’s weather prediction,
Thirty-nine degrees in the sun.
Dusted the floor with baby powder,
Who wears the same size shoe
As Santa,
We all look at Grandpa!
Under the tree are two funky
Pairs of flippers for the twins,
Who by now should have grown fins.
Time for bed, presents all
Under the tree
Fairy lights on,
In the kitchen a timer for
For the turkey put on for three
To be turned off at eight,
When we go to church
Come back for freshly baked
Scones and pancakes,
Made in the oven outside,
My Grandma’s pride.
Run for swimming costumes,
Jump in the pool
Oh it was so hot in church,
Now we feel cool.
Air conditioning in most rooms
When indoors,
Sunblock Cream and hats
When outdoors,
We love Christmas in Africa
And in the scorching sun,
Guess each country,
Enjoys and has its
Own kind of fun,
Whether in the snow or the heat,
Christmas day is a day
No one can beat,
Christmas carols are sung
Mistletoe hung
Hubby grabs me
And kisses me
With a glint in his eyes,
Have a surprise for you
Tonight after tea,
And your special mince pies.
Bright wrappings on
Presents under the tree
And so important is the gathering
Of the entire family.
As 2024 approaches
Do we face it with dread and fear?
What will be the outcome,
Of the last horrendous year.
In 2023, how long will we count the cost?
Of the carnage, wars have caused.
And of the dear ones lost.
The battles have been endless,
Not only on the ground.
Anger and dissension,
Degradation and death abound.
Unnecessary hardship,
How do people cope?
Their grit and bravery,
And their faith gives them hope.
Now that Christmas is very near
And a time of good cheer,
Kissing under the mistletoe,
As we feast on food, wine and beer.
It should be a time of happiness,
Joy and jubilation.
Not only for some of us
But for all of civilisation.
As Christmas time is approaching,
I would very sincerely love to say,
A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS,
May it bring joy and happiness your way.
It seems we need a miracle,
To put this troubled World to rights
If we show some grit, bravery
And faith we might.