Thinking back thru the years, precious memories of Christmas, when I was very young in rural Ireland, Scenes so joyous they imprinted themselves on my mind forever, like the magic of fairy- lights, walking in winter air to Christmas morning mass in the dark..when all the stars were gleaming-a huge happy pic of Santa in the small grocery shop, which I adored like you would a GrandPa:) and thought up excuses to go in just to look at him any chance I got! Other memories added so I decided to make a poem out of it all called> Christmas Times Past ********** I remember nights and coloured lights of Christmas times long ago, Fairytale steeples .. Church bells peeling and Hinterlands all aglow. I remember the snows of yester year A glittering glinting sight; as children we played with snowmen we made, in greying December light. I could dream up more of the days of yore, Such as Santas laughing face In the corner store with the red hall door Winter windows like frozen lace. And .... ALL those pretty Christmas cards with silver bells and holly. their verses told of wishes old~ May your Season be merry and jolly. In a starlight place, my soul full of grace, I walked to midnight mass. And, frost through the night turned rooftops white pathways shone like glass. In the little Church crib lay a tiny Babe, The Christ-child of God above. and.. animals there offered warmth and care mid Joseph and Marys love. Such scenes keep flooding back to me, I know they always will. And though such times are set in the past I feel the wonder still . (Ann Odlum)
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 21:36:12 +0000
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