The Quiet Joys of Christmas

Picking out the tree

is a quiet delight,

then decorating it

getting everything just right;

staying up late

wrapping presents, galore...

and knowing in secret

just who they're all for.

A sweet, silent kiss

under the mistletoe,

or quietly making

your "signature bow";

reminiscing with others

Christmas's past,

with long gone friends, or family

and times you did laugh.

Seeing lights, and carolling

on Christmas Eve,

may the quiet joys of Christmas

stay in your heart, and never leave.

— docmaverick, Dec 09, 2007

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

Critiques

meic

18 years 6 months ago

Such simple pleasures, my

Such simple pleasures, my friend, yet still so precious. You do well to sing their songs. Merry Christmas & Happy New Year Nadolig llawen & blwyddyn newydd dda geseënde Kersfees & gelukkige nuwejaar Mike

weirdelf

18 years 5 months ago

Time to be harsh

Whatever we make of it Christmas is a complete lie. It was stolen from the pagan celebration of the Solstice, which this world needs more than the commercialism iconised by a Coca cola commercial (which invented the image of Santa) It is a time to get celebrate the longest day (southern Hemisphere) or the shortest day and the coming of the light. I have no tolerance for Christmas, it is a lie. But presents are nice. cheers, Jess