There’s a tumbling of sprouts mini green baubles spilling over the kitchen floor from the punctured paper bag a reindeer’s snack has caused the tear as if anticipating the sound of sleigh bells but the only sound at the moment is sobbing and swearing the self-imposed pressure building before you can relax you have a hundred jobs to do but Christmas isn’t all on your shoulders grab a drink and take a seat a deep breath to slow down like snow falling everything will be okay.
Hey everyone Merry Christmas Eve Eve. Thanks for taking the time to stop by and read the penultimate advent calendar poem for 2022.
Here’s a quote from one of my favourite Xmas movies, The Polar Express “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.”
I slip into the comfort of old Christmas movies like John & Hans tearing up Nakatomi Buddy finding his family and a new job George finding help from Clarence Frank Cross reuniting with Claire and a boy in blue dancing with snowmen the nostalgia is like hot chocolate and warm hugs it’s hard sometimes to step away.
Thanks for stopping by today to read number 20 in the advent calendar. I hope your week is going well and that your all sorted for the festivities.
Snowmen standing in front gardens waving at passers-by who cling on to fenceposts tentative steps on glass concrete some have dogs that pull on the lead and drag like huskies along the glittery cycle path.
If you see something that you find amusing don’t be afraid to smile. I hope your weekend has been well spent, less than a week to Christmas!
Ephemeral, the silent snow drifts in shallow winter wind distinct hexagonal feathery flakes tumble like opaline dice over frozen baize lawns and rooftops of tile and slate the night gloam has been dispelled in its place a glistening silver glow has taken root floating upwards toward the heavens.
Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope you enjoyed it
What are your thoughts on snow? Let me know in the comments..
Frosted rooftops glinting in the lazy low winter sun tiny footprints of the blackbird stand frozen in time if only for a moment the chimneys sigh giving the milky blue sky its only clouds for the day the stillness feels safe the stillness feels peaceful the stillness feels hopeful.
I can’t believe it’s already December 10th. Only two more weeks worth of poems in this years advent calendar. Have you had chance to read many of the collection so far?