Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.
Thunderous chimes of overhead bells
As the hour of Christmas Day approaches
Houses in silence and every soul in a dream
Candles alight in each and every window
The clock ticks and tocks and all others silent
While flakes of white drift upon gusts of wind
Landing in plentiful piles by the windowsills
Small hands clutching striped lengths of candy
Larger hands intertwined, sharing a restful moment
For the great Christmas tale has been read aloud
Children sent off to their beds with a smile
Each gift marked and wrapped and topped with a bow
Colorful paper of snowmen, holly, and ivy
Foils of silver and gold, and all sorts of festive
Poinsettia leaves of white, pink, salmon, and red
Evergreen wreaths and mantelpiece stockings
And the great pine in the corner,
It's lights softly twinkling, ornaments shining,
Star oh so bright, lighting up the dark night
On the table the plate with the milk and the cookies
The china settings and the festive table runner
Christmas cards hanging above every doorway
And everything merry as it stands at the ready
As the hour of Christmas grows near...
© 2017 Ralph Schwartz
Comments
Shafqat Mushtaq on December 27, 2017:
A delightful read, indeed! Dazzling colours all around your festive poem!
Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on December 27, 2017:
The sights and sounds of Christmas are described in delightful detail. Lovely read!
