Short Wassail Poems

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woodland willows, icy white
winter weather waves its wand
wand'ring with the winds of time
wassail warms my weary walk.
weighted down with wrath and woe
wondering of worlds beyond...
wisdom unveiled to wise men...

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He wasn't into the season he said.
The past had wrapped him up blue.
But now I'm getting into his head.
Like nothing he ever knew.

Baby's hanging the lights up high.
Singing the words to each song.
Drinking wassail when evening's nigh
and the Christmas moon grows long.

His yuletide spirit holds no doubt.
For that I am to blame!
In the snowdrifts we laugh and shout.
He'll never be the same!...

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I think on these things and thank God for my granny
whose kitchen was always full of good smells for the
young and the old:

   cider
   pungent, mulled
   heady, mellow, festive
   applejack, wassail ~~ Swiss Miss, hot chocolate
                                    creamy, soothing, sweet
                                    marshmallows, aromatic
                                    cocoa

November 24, 2021...

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Fir trees droop and brightly glisten,
street lamps cast their glow, and listen!
sounds of singing drifting lightly
o'er the air, as children sprightly
fashion snowmen, fat and jolly,
wrapped in scarves and sprigs of holly;
horse-drawn coaches softly clip-clop
down the road and past the grog shop,
revelers in gay abandon,
merry-making to distraction!
Wind-bused faces pressed to windows,
Christmas gifts in festive red bows,
all regale this night of wonder,
misery is cast asunder!...

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