Noel 2012

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NOEL 2012
JOAN MYERS

 

 

 

 

 

O Christmas Tree, so pristine
Berried in English clotted creame
An echo of jingly bells
Yuletide fully swells
Bear hugs all around
Merry carols; ultra sound
Cozy stuffed stockings steep
Warm memories to keep
The assembly too soon gone
Still above and beyond
Mary’s dear newborn Child
Was to the world avowed

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Falalala Latkes
The Gift of Christmas
Christmas: A Time for Furnace Fires
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Noel 2010

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NOEL 2010

Joan Myers

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

from the

Beanery Writers

in

 Latrobe, Pennsylvania

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Wintry flocks on silver wings

As frosty air with rapture rings

Chiming bells and carols soar

Clean and crisp and pure

An icy

Prohibited Visit to Santa’s Shrine

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PROHIBITED VISIT TO SANTA’S SHRINE

Janice McLaughlin

 

This piece was a response to the following weekly prompt e-mailed to Beanery Writers Group members and friends:

 

Pretend that you wake up Christmas morning to learn that your family went on a trip to the North Pole to visit Santa, and forgot you. How would you feel? What you would do while you were left home alone.

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First they flew for hours on end–with all of that they did contend

In addition they had to rent a jeep, then wade through snow cold and deep.

Imagine their surprise — when before their eyes

the big

Gifts at Christmas

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GIFTS AT CHRISTMAS

Joanne McGough

A final poem to close the Christmas season:

Magi gifts—you remember

adoration’s poster guys

in purple robes and wise faces,

humble on bended knee,

pledging

Anno Domini: The Beginning

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ANNO DOMINI: THE BEGINNING

Joanne McGough

Morning broke slowly.

With great force but no haste

                     the Source of

Freely Given

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FREELY GIVEN

Joanne McGough

Gifts rare, freely given

           In the spirit and grace of this time

           And all time.

Love, without conditions,

          accepting

          as the rose opens to the sun

          Blossom now.

          For you, a sheltered garden

                    safe for blooming.

Peace, portioned without cost,

          generously

          as wild flowers sprinkle colors

          through a green field.

          Partake of the offering.

          Pluck all you want.

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

Christmas Memories

Noel

A BROKEN LEG FOR CHRISTMAS

Noel

NOEL

Joan

This is a poem of the season
Its words, its verse, its song
A colorful, frost-clad vision
Journeying in hearts ‘ere long

Memories framed in golden hue

Of sweetest dreams come true

 A cone fir tree set aglow

Silver bells echo so clear
Snowflakes dance soft and slow
Christmas day draws near
And hushed refrains become
A joyous merry hum
 

Even as red ribbons are tied

Promising enchantment tenfold

 A wondrous star appears as guide
The timeless story is retold

 And the Earth reveals

The joy it feels

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ADDITIONAL READING:

Christmas. Whose Season Is It?

IN WINTERSCAPE…COMES THE SONG

A BROKEN LEG FOR CHRISTMAS

How to Count the Gifts Given in the Twelve Days of Christmas

Christmas Memories

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS 2007-A

THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS: 2008 STYLE

SHE’S A CANDLE

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SHE’S A CANDLE

The Photodoctor
 
“A Christmas present
I wonder what”
squeezed and shook
weight pondered
“It’s a candle”
he said with a smile
“how passé”
says  his friend
he shakes his head
and continues
“can’t you see
it’s Jesus’ light
that