Another Christmas Gone

Artist Josip Falica

Another Christmas Gone
by Anonymous

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.

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Carols Around the Christmas Tree

Artist Lucy Grossmith

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.

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The Little Christmas Tree

Artist Lynn Bywaters

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.

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