MISTLETOE – BY WALTER DE LA MARE
Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-Green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere;
Someone came, and kissed me there.
Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistyletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen – and kissed me there.
============================================================================THE OXEN – BY THOMAS HARDY
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
“Now they are all on their knees,”
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.
We pictured the meek creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.
So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet, I feel,
If someone said on Christmas Eve,
“Come; see the oxen kneel.
“In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,”
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.
============================================================================LITTLE TREE – BY E. E. CUMMINGS
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little you are more like a flower
Who found you in the green forewst
ad were you very sorry to come away?
see I will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
I will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
Look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads.
Put up your little arms
and I’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
Then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and I will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
============================================================================THE MAGI – BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky
With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones,
And all their helms of silver hovering side by side,
And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more,
Being by Calvary’s turbulence unsatisfied,
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
============================================================================THIS CHRISTMAS TIDE – BY A.C
Warm and cosy
and all alone
stretched out on the floor
log burning fire all a glow
and so much snow
we have all we need
but most of all
we are alone
The smile that runs across your face
your eyes penetrating mine
I love you and I know you love me
are we so selfish we want none to share
this precious Christmas tide
Just soaking up all there is
I won’t count the days
when we must go back
and you and I will part
for foreign fields
I wish not to think of
this precious Christmas tide
So we drink the Wine
and eat the nuts
the cold Turkey awaits
with Christmas trimmings
for us to partake
Please hold me tight
and keep me warm
and love me
as only you can do
when I kiss your lips
and touch your skin
and know that for now you are mine
this Christmas tide
One and Only Frank Sinatra and this beautiful song.
HAVE A REALLY VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS AND ALL THE BEST FOR 2018.