General Poetry posted November 15, 2017

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The other side of Christmas, that some people forget

Christmas Delights.

by Paul Bownas

When the snowdrifts are deep, and there's pathways to sweep,
When the mistletoe hangs from the bough;
There is magic I say, in a white winter's day;
In my mind I can feel it right now!

Like a carpet of white shining crystal at night,
The winter's snow drifts to the ground;
The trees are all bare, and there's frost in the air,
From the birds there is barely a sound.

The badgers asleep in his den down so deep,
And the drifts have all covered his door.
The owls hooting me from his snow covered tree,
And there's ice on the pond on the moor.

In humble abodes the fires are aglow,
There the good folk are toasting their toes.
From the windows the lights are all shining so bright,
While indoors people comfy repose.

In the chill sky of night, stars glitter so bright,
They sparkle and twinkle and flash.
In the moonlight below, the ground is aglow,
As on snowdrifts the shadows are splashed.

Each Christmas made jolly by the bright red of holly,
And the crisp prickly green of its leaves;
While other plants are asleep, from its hedgerow it creeps,
And its magic enchantment it weaves.

Though the grey clouds hang low and it's starting to snow,
And the wind it is icy and chill;
There is something quite gay in a deep winter's day,
There is something about it that thrills!

Christmas Poetry contest entry

I have vivid memories of winter's days when there was snow on the ground, there was ice on the pond, and we just couldn't wait to get out in it! Now I'm living in Australia, but the memories linger on, even after fifty odd years!
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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