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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 29, 2015 21:51:44 GMT
The month of lights and magic begins. Some of us remember A child's December |
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Post by mysticbluebell on Dec 6, 2015 18:15:19 GMT
A child’s December
All children here are waiting so
For a first real big pile of snow,
On magical St. Nicolaus day
They wish for fun out with the sleigh.
Then in the evening quiet they grow,
Doing their homework in perfect flow.
They know St. Nicolaus coming around
As a surprise without a sound.
Children doubt what he might bring
When the donkey’s bell shall ring.
Are they on the naughty list?
Will their obedience persist?
They think of their Christmas gift
New wishes daily give a lift.
More than all year, they’re now alert
To do nothing wrong and to not hurt.
They help mother and later they pray:
“May boots be filled at Christmas Day”.
The most exciting month it is,
December, a child’s greatest bliss.
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Post by Alan on Dec 7, 2015 20:11:03 GMT
A childs December
When I thought of it all
in my younger days
December was magic
in so many ways.
Carol Singing with friends
the doorbell was rung
the door was opened
and the Carol were sung.
Minced pies and a drink
and a sixpence or two
good night and merry Christmas
Can you do the other lines??
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Post by Alan on Dec 7, 2015 20:15:17 GMT
I smiled with your poem Mystic
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Post by doreen23 on Dec 11, 2015 19:01:45 GMT
Waiting for Christmas
Christmas lights twinkling on buildings
As children really find them thrilling
Our grandchildren writing out their lists
Hoping there is nothing they have missed
Wrapping up the Christmas presents
For they like to guess what is the content
Watching the children decorate the tree
For their little faces light up with glee.
Families coming together for the Christmas season
Daughters and partners and grandchildren.
Wearing Christmas sweaters at the pantomime
Joining in the fun for it is show-time
And going to church on Christmas Eve
and seeing the Nativity scene.
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