January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
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Today I opened wide my eyes,
And stared with wonder and surprise,
To see beneath November skies
An apple blossom peer;
Upon a branch as bleak as night
It gleamed exultant on my sight,
A fairy beacon burning bright
Of hope and cheer.
'Alas! ' said I, 'poor foolish thing,
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I'd like a stocking made for a giant,
And a meeting house full of toys,
Then I'd go out in a happy hunt
For the poor little girls and boys;
Up the street and down the street,
And across and over the town,
I'd search and find them everyone,
Before the sun went down.
The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas that you celebrated on Earth.
You were a kind and loving mother for 41 and a half years after my birth.
When March the 6th arrived, you wouldn't have a tomorrow.
It took two years for me to get over the pain and sorrow.
I can't spend anymore Christmases with you, now I spend my Christmases alone.
You were a terrific woman and the best person who I've ever known.
March of 2013 was the worst month and year that I've ever experienced.
When you passed away, it hurt me terribly and I've missed you ever since.
But I feel much better now, time does heal a man's wounds.
Merry Christmas Mom, I'm sorry that you died too soon.
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The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl
is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.
Round and pebble smooth she effaces herself
under ripples of conversation and debate.
The woman in the block of ivory soap
has massive thighs that neigh,
great breasts that blare and strong arms that trumpet.
The woman of the golden fleece
laughs uproariously from the belly
inside the girl who imitates
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Is Christmas ‘bout celebrations?
Its joy… result from gifts?
Or is it just remembrance of
A birth that caused some sifts?
Is Christmas just about me
My family, my kids, my life?
Or should I look beyond myself
And labour to end strife?
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They must be in tune with the crackling
Hisses of slow-burning wood —
Fires of the season —
Each miniscule cake of ash reminiscent
Of a burnt-out year.
Sparks ascend to heaven, reminding us
Of the clichéꓽ rising stars.
Songs and melodies fill the air,
With old voices heard once in a year —
At this time of year, with whistling snow,
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Careful steps on ice
Deep breaths
In silence take it in
Here all alone
On the way home
As winter walks begin
Shadows loom about
There’s gloom
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Come, we the faithful
And follow the star
For the Christ Child has been born
Let His smile that He adorns
And His eyes glow with delight
Shine through the night as bright
For He comes of peace
And will return to serve a calm
The world prays for
We together will be blessed to receive it
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Children detangle from thin strands of slumber
They stretch their shoulders and rub their bright eyes, floating out of bed and down the hall
Swift to smile with cherubic cheeks, glee in their hearts and ruffled hair
In front of the tree they glide and twirl, dancing in the colored glow
The sun down, the sweetness of sugar plums spins sleep into cotton candy
Sugary dreams stick like pudding in their minds, turning from sleepy muddles into Christmas wishes
Red, green, blue, yellow- the gleams shift as lights sway with the dance
Wishes come true with the year almost new, hopes and dreams laying under the tree