The low dawn casts its shadow gently as pastel persimmon across the rooftops as blinds twitch in hope of snowfall
robins like paladins stand proudly atop fenceposts keeping watch over the people they love singing quiet whispers of strength
along the emerald and dull silver hedgerow the squabbles of nature seem calmer as if peace has befallen predator and prey and no man’s land is safe for a while
believing isn’t seeing believing is believing
Thanks for joining me for the last day of the advent calendar of poems. I hope you’ve enjoyed my scribbling over the past month and year. All your support is highly appreciated.
Here’s a quote from my favourite Christmas film, Scrooged: “ It’s Christmas Eve! It’s, it’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we, we, we smile a little easier, we, w-w-we, we, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be! It’s a miracle, it’s really, a sort of a miracle because it happens every Christmas Eve.”
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.”
The wreath shines in winter light scarlet holly glowing slices of scented citrus glistening like stained glass even long-dried pinecones have a revived golden aura emerald fir and spruce branches hold everything together this natural bracelet a truly precious and priceless gift.
Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. I hope you’re doing amazing this week and have some merriment planned over the festive period. Only 2 poems left of the calendar. Thanks for the ongoing support, it’s very appreciated.
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.
The robins and gulls were dancing around the garden this morning and last night eyes on the ground oblivious to each other beaks tapping on frozen ground percussive plundering but there was nothing to find.
Tonight when they return they will enjoy a bounty of seeds and nuts a festive feast from us to them.
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The sky is full of stars in the winter chill they resemble snowflakes trapped on an indigo canvas and although they won’t fall to give hot frozen kisses never melting on the earth or rosy cheeks they act as a beacon a beacon of hope for childhood fun and nostalgia - snow is a possibility.
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