Mistletoe and jingle bells
Holidays are here
Christmas lights and
Snowy hills no longer bare
Icy cold and icicles
Treats are being baked
Cookies and breads all that’s good
To celebrate Santa’s wake
And I in my robe
All nice and warm
Sipping eggnog
Ignoring the norm
Horse drawn sleighs
Children on sleds
Laughing and joking
Happiness in their heads
Sugarplums and mistletoe
Carole’s in the street
Laughter and freedom
People are so sweet
Ambrosia and clotted cream
Spread on warm baked buns
Celebrating here at last
Music centered on the fun
it's that time of year
when people temporarily
cloak their monsters
in a half foot of dirty snow
when people give to strangers
half-ignoring their own
but their children still glow
like Christmas bulbs under a thin frost...
They'll not know about the big lie
until an 8th grade dropout sleighs Santa clause.
it's that time of year when black ice
will merrily take a life
then melt away by noon
as if nothing happened
But only the sun knows the truth.
It's that time of year when people will trample one another
to be first in line to purchase a homely doll
If their child had that look, they'd have put it up for adoption,
It's that time of year when the homeless
are found frozen to death
within the length of a breath
from a nativity scene.
It's that time of year when I can't wait for
that time of year to come to an end.
I’m getting old, and where I live I doubt
I’ll see it any more, except maybe on screen
When troubled towns are featured in the news,
Or in those festive greetings cards with sleighs
Or frozen pines, perhaps a coach or deer
And mystery. Always its rarity was there,
And as a child I’d pray for it to come,
To fall like magic as in Dickens’ days,
One welcome night when soft and silent
Flakes began. But mostly it would not.
No land made perfect for our eyes.
No waking to a world of white for us,
It happened somewhere else, where people
Hated it, it seemed. And so with every
Other thing: some love, some hate
And none have choice. For life itself is thus.
Winter is so cold, snow is on the ground,
sky is looking grey bare trees all around.
Leaves have fallen there's a cold breeze in the air,
pretty glowing snowflakes are fluttering everywhere.
People building snowmen and having a snowball fight,
sitting cosy by an open fire on a cold winters night.
Children on sleighs sliding through the snow,
pretty white snowflakes makes the community glow.
People making angels in the snow so soft and white,
remember wellies for your feet you don't want to catch frost bite.
Going on winter holidays some people like to ski,
packing wooly hats and gloves as cold the days will be.
I do love making footprint trails in the soft whit snow,
snowflakes fall upon my face making my rosy cheeks glow.
If your bored in the winter, got nowhere to go,
put on your hat and gloves then go out in the snow.
Merry Christmas time appears in sight,
coming for you out of the freezing night.
The stars sparkle on the snowy fir trees,
swinging to dance in the frosty breeze.
The wind whispers happy winter song,
the distant church bells ring ding dong.
On sleighs the children slide in delight
on frozen pathway in meadows white.
In sunset colors the tunes of carol glide
on waves of snowflake that silently slide.
As thin mist through the night air drifts,
Santa’ll come at your doorstep with gifts.
The candle rows you will light with glee,
like stars on the decorated Christmas tree.
With merry moments the stars will shine,
you’ll be full of joy in the festive time fine.
Merry Christmas time appears in sight,
out of the cauldron of the freezing night.
The fir trees flash the sparkle of stars in spurts
in the firmament of our enchanted hearts.
The polar wind whispers winter’s happy mood,
mingles with the church bells tolling in solitude.
On the sleighs slide the children in delight
on the frozen pathway in the meadow white.
In dark night the cadence of carol glides
on the waves of snowflakes silence astride.
The lighted candles will melt darkness with glee,
as the star will descend on the Christmas tree.
These will glitter with the patina of happy time,
making our hearts pulsate with the festive rhyme.
Christmas Tree
Little bits of silver tinsel,
Velvet ribbons and shiny globes,
Strings of stars borrowed from the heavens
Next to angels with golden hair;
Flying sleighs and drummer boys,
Sweet candy canes and satin bows
Hang from boughs of fir or pine
Where elfin dolls and teddy bears
Survey surroundings from their boughs
With quaint chalets and paper stars
Made with glitter by tiny hands
With a loving touch to weave love's spell
Into hearts of all who see
These fragile gifts
That so carefully hang
By China bells and Christmas geese,
Stern toy soldiers and horns of brass,
Skating bears and soaring doves,
A reindeer with his red nose
Blinking -
Glittering tree of holiday wonder
Brought from the forest
Of evergreen
Decked with ornaments,
Made from memories,
Now a Christmas vision
In the hearts
Of children ever young.
...that builds its scaffolding within
neuro-rivulets
brain tidy
or caught in random whims
to form a sense of self
memory, where it resides
with packed up boxes of old photos
sometimes in mistakes made
that rub me the wrong way
like the gray torn threads of frozen seams
no microscope needed
recalling
a spring of sprawling promises
in a stubbled field where lovers once cooed
memory tousled like skipping ropes abandoned
or in your grandmother's hands craddling tea
fitting thoughts of tip-toed dancing
or childhood blips of snatching snowflakes
on tongues and lashes
sometimes the shoes it wears are boots in war song blues
or slippers that breeze through rosebud dreams
sleighs down hills
and sugar apples at Halloween
beyond the frame of what has ceased
memories like rock yokes about our necks
or the morning bread on which to feast
There’s a blizzard outside
Wanna’ go for a ride?
With toboggans and sleighs
And drifts that amaze
So we bundle up tight
And head out with delight
The winds are so brisk
We evaluate the risk
After our ride
We head back inside
The hot chocolate’s now hot
We sip down a lot
There’s a blizzard outside
The winds howl and chide
“Stay by the fire,
And avoid my ire!”
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
Wintry weather creeps down with passing days,
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Many of the larger critters are sadly trapped,
For they have not adjusted to our urban ways
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.
Tall, spindly pines are in thin snowsuits wrapped
In the wind a snow-laden limb melodically sways
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Native brown bears, fat and lazy, seem zapped
As they search for a safe place while winter splays
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped.
Before the snow can melt, it is once again lapped
Piling up high, thwarting mountain hiking forays
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
For years the mountain trails have been mapped
It’s possible to enjoy those Christmas Eve sleighs
Rugged mountain peaks are now snow-capped
The lips on the blossoms are faded and chapped.
Written October 29, 2022
My long wait has ended in delight
Merry Christmas time is in sight
The northern wind blows chilled
In the frosty December ambiance
Sun-starved day fades away
at the edge of the cold night.
My long wait has ended in delight
Merry Christmas time is in sight
Fir trees flash as the stars shine
With gloss of gleaming splendor
In the firmament of my heart
They all shimmer astral bright.
My long wait has ended in delight
Merry Christmas time is in sight
Northern wind whistles winter tune
Distant church bells toll in solitude
Sleighs slide with joyful children on
Buried pathway of meadow white.
My long wait has ended in delight
Merry Christmas time is in sight
I hear the rhythm of carol from afar
Floating in the air with divine flair
Riding the waves of silent snowflakes
Sparkling in the mesmeric moonlight.
My long wait has ended in delight
Merry Christmas time is in sight.
December 24, 2021
Contest : A Strand Christian
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Tinsel smiles that bridge the mile in Holiday style
cookie dishes full of sweet little things worthwhile
Bauble rubies, jolly Santa, and magic make believes
red shiny sleighs and garland inlays, for Christmas !
Delicate twinkles from fairy land glimmer across the snow
Imagine the blue white of these rhinestone sparkles
A reverent hush accompanies the virgin snow white flakes
Many will be coming today in sleighs and buggies
Outstanding sense of family loyalty and love prevails
Necessary words said by a minister or a rabbi
Diamond rings polished and perfected, ready for a wedding.
snow strong seems smartly
slushly snow ploughs seriously
soft snows swimmingly sleighs
2/22/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
~Silent snow storms suddenly spotless snow supplies smoothly sleighs falls
2/21/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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