Over By Christmas Poems - Poems about Over By Christmas

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...

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Upon a grassy hill, so long ago, our lovely, old Victorian-style home was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright. So charming were the winding stairs that flared neath the cathedral ceiling's chandelier. Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens spread beside a stony brook that rambled on. A time I still remember- Christmas Day in nineteen fifty-three- age...

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Ring ting ting-a-ling, Its that jolly old fat man With a belly full of jelly, And that jingle from long long ago... Ding-dong, ding-dong-- It's that sleigh of reindeer who fly in the sky That laughter and singing from below and on high-- This is the season To have a good reason Ring ting ting-a-ling, To forget others transgressions and petty deceptions To join the happy,...

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They rise and sparkle and crackle, Shaming the nakedness of the skies And the city, with one frightful flame of Youth, Burning with the zest of Seasonal lore. At Christmas, they salute the days Creamed by snow and sleet, Thrusting in us the wisdom of Global ceremonies. They are the lightning of Yuletide — Lightning unaccompanied by rain. Shaped in balls and spears, and lean Fragments of flagrant...

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Christmas is a long song sung in winter, An epic poem written with white quill feather pen and Gold ink, and on clouds of paper, Beginning from a sneezing December to a Dizzying twelfth-calendar month, When snow drizzles gently into the souls of Those who hearken to the tinkling sound of The church bell which rings gently with the weight of The slow-passing...

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Men in tailored suits and satin waistcoats, gold watches peeking out of their pockets, walked arm in arm with women in wide skirts ~ hooped, crinolined, elegantly sculpted. Their tight corsets tease each careful traipse, leaving traces of elegance and opulence... dotting the streets at Christmastime with exaggerated silhouettes. They kissed under mistletoe ~ hung in doorways, each kiss claiming a berry until none were...

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Out in the streets, A Church bell cries Under a misletoe, A couple shares a delightful surprise Marking the advent of dusk Streetlights ignite Flaunting the excitements Of the christmas that lies A family joins around the christmas tree, Ready to enjoy their company on this charming eve Handmade gifts light jubilant smiles Changing time on tiny sun dials Laughs and smiles come to a subtle...

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There's no stocking stuffed with presents No punch bowl filled with cheer We haven't got the tree, that We didn't buy this year No, turkey or a Ham Nor chestnuts on the fire No cookies filled with jam Or puddings to desire Chorus No friends and no family We're all alone at last No ghost from Christmas Future Present or the Past ...

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They dressed me up in tinsel and lametta I recall stood me in a corner not as a wallflower I was the belle of the ball but now my needles shedding the moment I've been dreading limp lonely forgotten neglected not long before I'm ejected and two weeks later here am I a sad and sorry sight to behold enough to make one cry discarded by the...

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Everything was ready for Christmas Day. New toys were wrapped for the children to play. We had all decorated the Christmas Tree. Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully. The stockings were hung. We had rehearsed carols to be sung. We were all snug in bed. The children wishing it was morning instead. When suddenly Father ran out in the snow. For what, we...

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Did Robert Browning say it best when he wrote, “winter takes the old ones”? Possibly. Bronchitis, pthisis, whooping cough, T.B. – they ran amock in 1863. I trust it’s not too jarring if I jump from modern miseries (ecoli, Trump) to mid-Victorian London’s social rump, and John Snow (doctor), and the Broad Street Pump. The City Hall had never heard of germs. They dealt...

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In a land so far away on a dark And balmy night, The world lay peacefully knowing All was calm and right. But then at once there was a stir,far above in the sky And in the indigo sky a star appeared It filled above them with streaming Beams across the sky . It was the story the prophecy It was...

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It doesn’t happen everyday Through perilous weather, flies Santa’s sleigh Reflecting in the Winter sun Are its legs, in gunmetal grey Yet as Christmas Eve turns to Morning Falling behind red-silk and cotton Among the frost One’s mind is lost And all else is forgotten The children play with what was brought Without as much as a second thought From where these marvellous gifts came Or in...

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My love, it looks like summer days with a bit of shade. Singing birds dancing upon your grace Rainbows are crying at the beauty that you paint An everyday Christmas when you're awake You are a gift to me Cherishing how your hand sparkles Feet smoother than any babies Sweet Carmel skin My love looks like winter but is always...

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red linen table cloths with white lace overlays sprinkles of confetti shaped like snowflakes evergreen plaid napkins rolled into a Santa napkin holder Holly berry china, only brought out one time each year Santa Claus cups and Rudolph candles Every part of the table is yelling “Christmas!” red and green Jello cubes rice Krispie treats shaped like Frosty the snowman Everyone wants to...

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