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Snow
by Nessa Lúinwë
The air is silent
But the calmness rings
The wind has died
But beauty sings
For in the night
Falling like pearls
Drops of star crystals
Are floating in swirls
And when the world wakes
What a glorious sight-
The ground has been covered
In a blanket of white!
Like a sheet of icing
The snow lies smooth and clean
Pure and sparkling
With a sugary sheen
The trees stand proud
In dazzling array
Clothed in diamonds
Their branches glisten and sway
The day is fresh
And the snow is pure
The world is serene
And the air is clear
Peace
by Aklarien
A happiness of money thicks blue chill in frosted
air,
As windows bloom with merchandise and price tags, extra low,
Where mittened children widen eyes to whine and want and stare
Loud blaring busy icy streets, in alcoholic glow.
Not everything is frantic, worried crush of seething
crowds,
But mistletoe, bright holly; baubled fir tree brings sweet smiles.
Skin numbly white with cold; snow murmurs dreams from wistful clouds;
To get your perfect gift is worth all queuing in tight aisles.
Together, hand in hand, we go to set a candled
light,
Rejoice and join with loveliness of soaring choired song.
Blessed ancient midnight chanting - Christ the Lord is born tonight;
Great hallowed glory of this truth throughout the ages long.
The Nutcracker
by Gerontian
Staccato notes, the violins jump awake!
The orchestra incants a spell, pulls and takes
Us away, conjuring a bewitching dance,
Brightening the stage with sorcerous romance.
The tale of a Nutcracker who comes to life,
Wakened at midnight to dark and mousey strife
By old Drossylmeyer, the mysterious
Guest, who gives to Clara the most serious
Task of breaking enchantment with her slipper.
Nutcracker, now Prince, pledges his love to her,
Lifts her high in cloudy arabesques that soar
Like a young girl’s dreams, promising love, and more.
In a Sugarplum realm, where nothing is false,
Created by movement and sung by a waltz.
In the Land of Sweets, if you trust and believe,
Dancing turns into magic on Christmas Eve.
Christmas
Eve in Ireland
by Iarla Donn
Stamping feet and rubbing hands,
Inside rush the people of the land,
All aglow from ancient rite,
Reaching for the fires light.
Piles of coats just cast a sunder,
A place to leave the children under,
Dreaming of the man in red,
Smiling in their makeshift bed.
Uisce baithe breathing life,
Into aunt and uncle, man and wife-
Flows the blood towards a song-
He’s standing up, it won’t be long...
Til ten minutes later, after much coertion,
Spreads his lips, and gives a version,
An older verse, from long ago.
The chatter stills, and phrases flow,
And pierce the minds of all around,
Tears do gather, timed with sound...
And finishes to huge applause-
He blushes and he points out flaws.
(What can he do but act defeated?
He wouldn’t like to be conceited..)
Night dances past to the ancient tune,
Of glasses clinking around the room.
And midnight falls-it’s Christmas Day!!
And then we know we must away.
Cause young and old alike do know,
That Santa Claus will not bestow,
An gift on those-in fact he’ll snub!
Those who stay on, in the pub...
Christmas
finale
by Turgonian
He draws the curtains open to the snow;
He has not seen it falling since a year.
It’s Christmas time, he always celebrates;
The tree is in a corner of the house,
The tinkling twinkling lights shine everywhere.
He smiles, and he thinks back. Another time.
Voices remembered,
Lights in his head;
Fellowships broken,
Friends that are dead.
He draws the curtains closed against the storm;
He sighs, supports his heavy head with hands.
But little time is left; he chooses thought,
Not hoarding knowledge he will never share.
The lights grow dim. Somewhere a siren wails.
He withers, dies. The distant sounds come close:
Voices remembered,
Lights in his head;
Fellowships mended
With friends that are dead.
And he is happy.