The tinsel decorations have been put aside,
and golden baubles
now gather dust in forlorn boxes…
The meaning has been questioned,
over and over,
If it does not taste of Love it has no flavor…
all she wanted was simplicity,
just a few lights,
and the soft glow
of something real…
“I will soothe you and heal you,
I will bring you roses.
I too have been covered with thorns.”
tenderness encloses me now,
in divine orbit,
of hushed vows.
with gossamer wings,
and faint complexions
of light spread.
even a rose’s beauty glows,
though thorns are not her final show.
Soft petals cascade to the ground,
and tender shoots
of joy be found.
the creator’s gift of sacrifice,
the hope within us,
seeds rise from ashen spheres,
I’ve only known Christmas in summer,
we go to the beach for a swim.
We tuck into turkey and gammon,
and of course there’s a seasonal hymn.
Twinkling lights in the darkness.
Santa with all his reindeer!
We’ve grown up filling our stockings,
traditions we still hold quite dear.
We watch soppy Holiday movies,
and marvel at all of the lights.
Houses lit on every corner,
as we imagine such wonderful sights!
We’ve heard of eggnog and hot cider
and it does sound kinda nice,
though a cold beer goes down much better,
or a cool drink with lots of ice.
I would love to have a white Christmas,
and indulge in festive fare.
Visit the late evening markets,
though it’s on a wing and a prayer!
Today, just for a bit of fun, I made a Christmas tree from recycled magazines. We live in a seaside village, so I decided to do a beach theme. Here’s the link on how to make the Christmas tree……..https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=atcZw4QXAu4
and of course a bit of advice from the Ocean…..