A Christmas Party
by Brian Lund | It’s quiet in town
The snow laden boughs are down
It’s that time of year
Christmas is here
The moon now is set
In the air that is wet
Family is calling
As snow begins falling
Doors flung open wide
In a bitter cold night
Greeting shared outside
Under a snow lit light
Scarves are shed
Of warmth of fire heat
Cheeks are red
From cold that numbs the feet
Warmth brings relief
Of chattering teeth
From cold bearing the wreath
Made with ever-green leaves
There’s mistletoe
Made with ivy and holly
Under it kissing is slow
Everyone is jolly
Dare I beg mention
To stay with convention
How the cookies are baking
Are ours for the taking
Pie’s all sliced
That’s apple and spice
There’s sweet pumpkin log
To eat with eggnog
Coffee’s all hot
Brewing in a pot
Aroma is strong
Let’s begin with a song
All hearts are unite
In this eve of night
But don’t grow slumber
Of the untold number
Who go without
And have no joy
We say with no doubt
God bless these girls and boys
What a wonderful season
No grudges to bear
Who know the true reason
Why Christ came here
What is the key
To make this season glee
For that matter any time
To continue with rhyme
It’s family and friends
Who make the season bright
Now we’re nearing the end
Of this jovial night
Outside still snowing
The blitzing storm
Driv’n o’r fields are white and glowing
Snow blankets all frozen forms
Rooftops displaying
The chimney smoke’s playing
In the mad nor’ winds blow
With a tumultuous flow
The eave shows her art
As the water changes phase
And her underside dark
Gleams icicles with crystal glaze
Windows enduring
The frost’s frolic luring
Yielding her heat
To his frosty sheet
The end of a poem
All family returned home
The flickering lights
Signal the end of this night
It’s quiet in town
The snow laden boughs are down
All is still
Merry Christmas, peace, and goodwill | Brian Lund
Copyright 1991 |
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