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.
The icy year softly approaches its end,
A cute Christmas card to all friends will be sent.
High Street is decorated with festive lights.
High-class shops and houses hang bright stars all nights.
Past woes are forgotten, all carollers sing.
Children want toys, Madame wants a diamond ring.
In the large roundabout, a large Christmas tree
Sheds twinkling colourful bulbs, and all is glee.
just something light and whimsical for your yuletide enjoyment....
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Midnight dusted
with frostbite whispers,
they come~
small thieves of warmth,
pocketing embers
from fires left untended.
They take:
a ribbon,
half a gingerbread man,
the last sigh
of a dying candle.
They leave behind:
the faint ache of
almost-remembered
laughter,
the sense
you are not quite alone
in the long,
bright yuletide dark.
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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.
A Trois-Par-Huit for December 12-15-25
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Yuletide Joy
Evergreen
Boughs deck the halls with greens
Yuletide symbol of eternity
Listen! Skies still echo "Gloria!" wild and free
For hearts that travel deserts by a star to see
Heaven's prince born in a baby boy
God's promise now employs
Yuletide joy!!!
Christmastime
is a season sublime
that starts long before that holy day.
We must shop, decorate, and cook. If we delay
too long, plans could go awry. We take time to pray
we won’t lose sight of what CHRISTmas means.
We love reds, golds, and greens—
Yuletide scenes.
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Midnight, and a single squirrel
with tiny boots and a postal satchel
scurries across power lines—
Santa’s freelance contractor,
paid in acorns and stale fruitcake.
He leaves a walnut for the widow,
a pinecone stuffed with stolen glitter,
and vanishes, tail twitching,
into the frozen yuletide hush.
In Nigeria's land, where yuletide cheer does fade
A yearly refrain echoes, "Last year was better made"
A curse, it seems, that haunts the present's door
As if the past's sweet memories, forever leave us poor
The cost of food, a constant woe, does rise
A negative trend, that brings tears to sorrowful eyes
Past leaders, revered, as if their wisdom, we can't replace
Does this mean Nigeria's well, of good people, has run dry, and lost its pace?
Should we forever pine, for bygone days of old?
Prefer the past's faded glory, to the present's tale, yet untold?
Fuel and transport costs, a burden, we can't define
Monopoly's grip, so tight, it chokes the poor, and makes them decline
The price of meat, a luxury, few can afford to buy
Yet salaries stagnate, as if frozen, in a bygone sky
Oh, Nigeria, land of promise, when will thy people thrive?
When will the yuletide season, bring joy, and not just a survival to stay alive?
christmas in the rain
celebrating with imminent spirit
held captive by nothing
enjoying the rare smile of the world
everything is made of candy
an outpouring of amity will be so dandy
never knew that growth, maturity, and lessons learned would come in so handy
i so enjoy the mutual warmth that i see in each family
christmas in the snow
cherishing with imminent effervescence
held at will by no one
enjoying the seldom seen joy in the world
everything is inspired by love
there is not a push and nary a shove
Divine Intervention comes on The Wings of a Dove
a more Perfect Gift From God i cannot think of
Does this mean much to you,
Force fed at Yuletide too?
Unsure if Jesus meant all this,
Tinsel town of retail bliss,
Beginning to feel like Yuletide,
Snow in Aussie ocean tide,
Swimming and drinking,
What is Santa thinking?
Overfeeding everyone,
Overstuffed games in the sun,
Does Jesus think we're crude?
Groaning, here's more food,
Gimme more gifts and a card,
Graft for Christmas, that's so hard,
No matter who's to blame,
Mega stores feel no shame.
Buy, buy, buy, right away,
Rather ceasefires this festive day,
Despite Bing Crosby, okay
That's what Jesus would really say!
The summer season
Is just come to an end
As the colder season
Is fast approaching
The Christmas carol
Is just starting in the airwaves
And Christmas decorations
Is now displayed in malls
Christmas light is in plazas
In front of every facade
Of every town building
Christmas trees begun
Standing in every house corner
And the climate is getting colder
And people's face are getting brighter
Really, the yuletide season is coming
A celebration of heart and union
A long celebration all year round
A holiday celebration of the birth of Jesus.
Through the frosty forest we roam
With our keen-edged tools in hand
We seek the fairest Christmas tree
That shall adorn our land
We spy a pine with verdant boughs
And spires of tender green
We fell it with a gentle stroke
And bear it to our scene
We mount it on our sledge and speed
Back to our cottage warm
We plant it in the parlour bright
And gaze upon its form
We deck it with a glittering store
Of baubles, lights, and rings
We crown it with a radiant star
And bind it with gay strings
We cluster round the cheerful hearth
And chant our festive songs
We bless the Lord for His grace divine
And wish each other merry Yule-tide
i dreamt passing through eden's bidding gates....
walking down glittering streets
a gathering of charity's lifted souls....
yuletide hearts rejoiced glad
angels praised his goodness....
poinsettias circled round his blessed presence
YULETIDE ORIGINS
On the first day of Yuletide
The winter solstice ends
Twelve days until
A new solar year
A feast to the sun
Odin as the god
Pagan origins
Hauled heavy log
Chance to repent
The giving of gifts
Holly and the ivy
And then adopted by Christianity
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