Christmas morn
The sunshine woke
Daylight in maneuver in children’s eyes
Word to the wise
Santa Claus came and went during the midnight hour, and ventured back to the North Pole until next year
Children hurried downstairs to see what gifts they got
Like it or not
Fireplace warmth
Christmas story all children would appreciate
Reindeers and Santa in the sleigh ride
Toys and assorted gifts of all kinds Santa would provide
Children’s dreams on Christmas eve night
Silent night being calm with twinkling stars
House to House
Santa in a hurry
Schedule in tact
Unloading presents from bag sack
Down the chimney Santa went
A time well spent
Up the chimney back to his reindeer
Santa shouted, “Dash away Dash away”
Merry Christmas to all in his getaway
Later, Santa and his reindeer disappeared into the night
Children all say thank you Santa
Winter feel
Christmas love
Christmas came and went
Until next year to see Santa again
Santa observes if children are bad or good
Christmas now and forever
Merry Christmas
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Yuletide bells chime~
frost-kissed air hums silver echoes,
a hymn spun in ice.
Deep beneath the muffled snow,
roots dream of resurrection.
While hearths glow warm with ember’s light,
I dance beneath the pale moon’s gleam,
Where frosted breath curls in the night,
And ice-bound dreams take flight unseen.
The wind, a whispered song so bold,
It sings of stars in frozen streams,
Of silver landscapes, fierce and cold,
A world untouched by fire’s beams.
With every step, the crunching snow,
A voice that speaks to hearts like mine,
Where solitude and wonders grow,
And frozen beauty feels divine.
The Winter Solstice marks my days,
Its silent magic fills my chest,
The sacred chill, the moonlit haze,
This season feels like life’s own crest.
Though Yule and Christmas warm the soul,
The coolness calls me evermore,
To wander where the frost takes hold,
And where the northern tempests soar.
No words could cage this love so vast,
This bond with winter, fierce yet bright,
A thrill that lingers, unsurpassed,
Where cold and comfort both unite.
So let them stay by fireside glow,
With hands wrapped 'round their steaming cups,
While I embrace the ice and snow,
And drink the cold like boldest luck.
The bauble caught my reflection
Upon closer inspection
Face all distorted
I must get this sorted
Poured a beer in self abjection
Cold, cold nights before the fire
Dressed in winter’s bright attire
I watch the Yule log burning strong
Burning still the whole night long
I think of joy, I think of love
I think of Him who watches from above
I think of joy, I think of praise
I think of Him who rights our crooked ways
Oh, do you remember
Dear heart of December
What blessed day you hold?
What gifts you bear
Like wise men there
Was frankincense and gold
Gazing out at yonder star
I hear the carols from afar
Warmed within and warmed without
Filled with hope that clears all doubt
I feel the joy, I feel the love
I feel the blessings He sends us from above
I feel the joy, I feel the cheer
I feel His love throughout the year
Oh, do you remember
Dear heart of December
That single ray of light?
A promise true
It still shines through
The blackest winter’s night
So always remember
That even in December
Good tidings you behold
And the gifts you bear
Will more than compare
With frankincense and gold.
Hot water feels like heaven rolling down my back
And even in the dead of winter sweet citrus reminds me of the sun
Sweeter still my mom presents me with my favourite snack
My best friend’s phone is always on for me
I know that he always has my back
My icy breaths give thanks to every growing tree
My grandfather’s piano rings with charming sound
Although the nights are long, dark and black
I will always be grateful for these little corners of life that I’ve found
Mrs Claus made a viagra eggnog
To energise ol’ Santa Claus Yule log
His frozen south pole recovered large-scale
Wagging frisky as a puppy dogs tail.
Mrs Claus dumplings hubby does adore
Her stew warms up her Santa’s inner core
Gravy so thick that it sticks to their lips
Leading to bliss of a lingering kiss.
Shortest day, longest night
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze
Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform
Cardigans and sweatshirts
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool
Indoor pool
Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves
On stoves
Ice skating
Snow tube inflating
Snow skiing
Snowboard leaping
Snowshoe wearing
Spectators staring
Hope, intentions, and new year
Celebrate and cheer
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
Burn the Yule Log for the return of the sun!
Source of enlightenment and wisdom.
Celebrate the Sol Invictus!
Count the sparks if you wish.
Happy Solstice!
She walked in the natural belle of Yule,
lit up like the glitter upon the trees;
Holding a dove waiting for it’s release
in her arms the white bird appeared a jewel;
Harmony poured from every molecule,
joy rang in and sang of freedom and peace;
Flying off fingertips into the breeze
it’s wings carried an iconic symbol;
Encompassing each of the Northern Lights
her smile grew like the return of the Sun;
Sweetening the lips like a candy cane
something to believe in rose to new heights;
The journey to warmth and light had begun
bringing some hope that all year would remain.
Rat-a-tat-tat, it is the sound of the dreaded, Icelandic Yule Cat.
You have to get me a jacket or shoes or something else I plead
My mother rolls her eyes. That’s a faerie tale, she says. Her face is fat.
Come on! I say, it will eat me up, I will be ripped and bleed.
My father gives me an eye roll that says he does not believe.
Polish, what does he know of this notorious evil Yule Cat that’s near?
My grandmother told me. My chest begins to wail and heave.
Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat. I can hear it and nearly faint with fear
Socks, a headband, a wrist, a shirt, a blouse, something I beg.
I can hear the masticating teeth, and I nearly die with fright.
I would get you jeans, but they will be long and narrow in the leg,
My mother says after a while, then she turns off my night light.
It is Christmas Eve, and I am too afraid to close my eyes.
I should have only asked for clothes, not toys or that autograph.
If she does not keep her promise, I will be one of many who dies.
Rat-a-tat-tat sound comes right up to my ear, hot breath, and a laugh.
Owls
Through the
Lapland snows
See Santa hug
Children’s wishes in festivals of joy
Reindeer wait in barren birch through long nights
For Aurora
To string lights
In Jule
Fire
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For Christmas, what I wish to see
Is you naked under my tree
You can bet the farm
That I'll keep you warm
And as happy as you can be!
Reflection after Yule
So it is Tuesday after Christmas
today it a salad and water the diabetes
is not fond too much festivities
but it was fun when it lasted.
It is an overcast day matching my mood
having to bow to an illness.
Death on the roads have taken its toll
many car collision people driving too fast
wine makes many courageous
to reach a destination they will not enjoy
and it was so unneeded.
Back in Palestine that once went from Jordan
To the middle- sea many you freedom fighters
Have lost their life in the noble cause
Fighting for what was lost when the intruders came,
it is a David and Goliath war that only can
be won by cunning, and unheard goes the tears
of their mothers.
On the up-run to the Rio Paralympics,
Micky’s house was full of Brazilian flags,
To spur him on in his home exercises,
In Southhampton: he’s from Edinburgh.
He was a Staff Sargent, the Engineers,
Fighting in Afghanistan when an IED,
Exploded on him to amputate his legs,
But 46 operations on he’s a powerlifter.
A competitive powerlifter before injury,
He was supported by Help for Heroes,
Through his rehab to become stronger,
Such that the Paralympics did afford.
Born on the 24th December in 1978,
Micky was identified at a talent day,
In Scotland and made 2014 Glasgow,
And won the Invictus Games, captain.
In 2015 he took gold in the up to 80kg,
At the Europeans in Eger in Hungary,
Which also won him selection for Rio,
Where he aimed at coming under fifth.
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