Another Christmas Gone
The first white hill still glistens
Beneath the moonlit skies;
As on the night of Christmas
Untrod it sleeping lies,
A new born year is waiting
To meet the early dawn:
And whisper this to all the world,
Another Christmas gone.
Carols Around The Christmas Tree
By Angela Wybrow
The night was cold, but, thankfully, dry,
As, at the church, the villagers arrived;
They gathered about the bejewelled tree,
With their hearts and faces so full of glee.
The rich and the poor, the young and the old
All came together, braving the cold;
Donning their coats, hats, scarves and gloves,
They gathered together in this season of love.
Around the tree, the merry throng
Raised their voices in joyful song:
They sang of Jesus and of angels singing;
Of kings bearing gifts and of church bells ringing.
Their warm breath clouded the frosty air,
As, the joy of song, they cheerfully shared;
A local brass band played along –
Their sound ringing out, sweet and strong.
When the carols were over and the music had died,
The merry throng then trooped back inside,
Where they were offered a welcome glass of mulled wine,
And a deep-filled mince pie on which they could dine.
They had come together and sung as one,
And the evening, they agreed, had been immense fun;
Spirits were high, as they went their own ways,
Having enjoyed singing carols – great songs of praise.
It’s not a normal Christmas this year, but I wish you a happy and safe one.
Winter Solstice Greetings
by Janet K. Rauch
A blanket of snow
glistens fluffy and white
Tucks us in, oh so cozy
for the long winter night
We’ll light one white candle
Let busy minds release
all the cares of the day
for a moment of peace
On this longest of nights
and shortest of days
Thank the Great Universe
for the sun’s growing rays
From our house to yours
Yuletide blessings we send
So gracious life’s cycle
No beginnings, no end
For those who aren’t here
we’ve a hole in our lives
But because we’re all one
Their spirit survives
Their breath in the wind
Their voices are heard
in the chirping of crickets
and the sweet singing bird
In the great scheme of things
We’re connected to all
If one of us stumbles
Another may fall
So gather your loved ones
Your friends and your foes
We’re all in this together
Yes, that’s how it goes
Mother Nature can teach us
She’ll show us what’s best
If we learn from life’s lessons
she’ll do the rest
So let’s light our candles
on Winter Solstice night
Celebrate kindred spirit
and be one with the light
The Little Christmas Tree
by Bob Lazzar-Atwood
A happy little Christmas tree
Stood bravely in the cold,
And prayed to some nice family
It one day would be sold.
It dreamed of all the pretty lights
They’d string around its limbs,
And of the warm and quiet nights
They’d fill with Christmas hymns.
It pictured all the loving smiles
On each and every face,
And all the brightly colored piles
Of gifts around its base.
So every day the little tree
Would stretch its trunk up high,
And hold its limbs out gracefully
As people passed it by.
And lots of people loved the tree
And stopped to say hello,
But most of them would later leave
With larger trees in tow.
With Christmas just a week away
The rush for trees was on,
They sold them faster every day
’til most of them were gone.
But not the little Christmas tree
It stayed upon the lot,
And when it closed on Christmas Eve
It still had not been bought.
With heavy heart and weary limbs
The tree began to weep,
And as the day grew cold and dim
It cried itself to sleep.
That night an angel passing by
Took pity on the tree,
And flew it swiftly though the sky
To find a family.
She left it by a poor man’s door
And knocked so he could hear,
She knew that he could not afford
A Christmas tree that year.
On Christmas Day the tree awoke
To loud and joyous noise,
It saw the smiles of happy folks
And laughing girls and boys.
Its limbs were draped with popcorn strings
And ribbons tied in bows,
And up on top with tinfoil wings
And angel proudly posed.
No treasure to be found on Earth
Could match the little tree’s,
For none could be of greater worth
than love and family.
And way up high above the clouds
Where only angels roam,
A light was shining brighter now,
The tree had found a home.