IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
Group Poem Exercise VI
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
And candlesnuffers quench the final light
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
And candlesnuffers quench the final light
Ars longa, vita brevis
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
And candlesnuffers quench the final light
The air gives out a plain, straightforward balm
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
And candlesnuffers quench the final light
The air gives out a plain, straightforward balm
IN PRAISE OF CHRISTMAS
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
And candlesnuffers quench the final light
The air gives out a plain, straightforward balm
And tintinnabulation fades to night.
I write to laud the merry feast of Yule
Which brightens up this bleakish time of year
A cause of joy for children freed from school
And moms and dads who love the season’s cheer
I relish the exchange of gifts and cards
The scent of spruce, the hush of falling snow
The hymns composed by ancient monks and bards
United—like some seasonal tableau
The gas-lit scenes described in Dickens' tales
Are shadowlike traditions we still keep
The merchandise at the midwinter sales
Turn creditworthy shoppers into sheep
But when the busy thoroughfares grow calm
And candlesnuffers quench the final light
The air gives out a plain, straightforward balm
And tintinnabulation fades to night.
Ars longa, vita brevis
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Kudos to our poetic Agorans! This was much fun to follow. Would that I had even a hint of poetic talent. I might then have been able to contribute.
Happy Holidays to all, and an extra dose of good will to Audiendus and Saparris for their exceptional work here.
Keep up the good work, folks!
Happy Holidays to all, and an extra dose of good will to Audiendus and Saparris for their exceptional work here.
Keep up the good work, folks!
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