![]() Holding ChristmasA Poem by Constance![]() Written for the Christmas in July contest. Sort of fun to write, at that.![]() Everything glimmers at Christmastime Silver bells ring out a lovely hymn And all the world is full of light While the sky is dark and dim- Tiny bulbs, colorful and bright
Yet, though all is pretty then In spite of winter's dark and chill The warmth of Christmas is really Not the tree, or lights on the sill Nor is it in the feast within a belly
The spirit of Christmas should reign In our family life each blessed day The bubbling laughter of a child When dad finally wants to play- Heart tender and unbeguiled
We forget the rush and the debts Our home becomes a temple During shimmering Christmastime Oh, couldn't it be so very simple To be at such peace all the time?
It's hot outside, the AC running I close my eyes and see new snow. I hold them close, the ones I love Behind my smile, I'm fully aglow I give thanks to the one above
I believe that I do hold Christmas Within my soul the whole year through Though 'tis not December, but July I want another Christmas with you We'll find it in summer too if we try
I've wrapped a gift with fine ribbon I made with the silk of my love Come sit with me by the window We'll watch the stars twinkle above Just like a Christmas lightshow
We'll gather the children together And all of us will start to sing. We'll make trees with just imagination... Mine has popcorn on a string! We'll celebrate the glory of creation
Come, love, now, it's Christmas again Don't you dare say I've gone crazy Can't you just see fresh snowfall? Get up, get up, let's start being lazy! I'll rouse the kids, we'll have a ball!
Maybe we can do this every day? Every evening have a time together Just our own happy little family Makes no difference, the weather Christmastime it shall always be!
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 2, 2008 Last Updated on July 2, 2008 Author![]() ConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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