"Festive Poems" December Lunchnotes 2019

"Welcome to December!", came a voice from way up high,
as frozen fractals shimmered, drifting down to fill the sky. 

"Welcome to December!", came a voice from in the tree,
a flash of red, Sir Cardinal, fluffed feathers merrily. 

"Welcome to December!", came a voice while you did stroll,
the smell of roasting chestnuts, midst heaps of blazing coal. 

"Welcome to December!", came a voice from deep inside,
where in your heart, all year long, Christmas joy resides.

~~~

There's snow outside the windows, and frost along the panes,
and in the glass, reflected, twinkle lights and candy canes.

There's scented candles flickering, of cinnamon and pine,
and gingerbread is baking, the scent is just divine.

There's holly and there's ivy, festive garlands catch the eye,
and decorations placed 'just so', each surface piled high.

There's magic in the air, why it's so plain to see,
you cannot help but feel the cheer of holidays, merry!

~~~

From way up North, the snow comes down, each snowflake made by hand,
The elves who make them, artisans, perfecting every strand.

With equal parts of magic- of shimmer- glimmer and ice,
Each flake must pass inspection, S.C. declares "naughty" or "nice".

Then all packed up in bundles, the white stuff gets flown out,
By a special breed of reindeer, who cast it all about.

The elfkins are in charge, of dressing every branch and twig,
And only when it's perfect, do they risk a cocoa swig. 

~~~

Late last night~
while you were sleeping,
footsteps~
by the door~
were creeping.

Schwarze Peter came in first~
as the pair had oft rehearsed.
Listed out as best he could~
all the times you weren't good.
Thinking he had it "in the bag"~
by your toes prepared to drag!

"Halt" rang out~
just in time~
as Nikolaus appeared,
His list was longer~
your shoes he filled~
rewarding each good deed!

~~~

The earth has taken one more turn~
the days gone dark and cold~
we strive to keep our spirits light~
embrace traditions old.

With candles in the windows~
festive lights upon each tree~
those glimmers in the dark combine~
and make the world merry.

We warm ourselves with cocoa~
fill the air with baking spice~
keep the hearth fires burning~
while the outside world is ice.

We sing the festive carols~
and wish each stranger cheer~
and so, we fight off winter's gloom~
with old traditions dear.

~~~

Holly and Ivy, 

and Mistletoe, too,
have been hard at work making 

Christmas magic for you.

They've sprinkled out snowflakes, 

set the weather to chilly,
they've pre-packed your snowballs,

 thrown test-shots, so silly!

They've baked Christmas cookies, 

and trimmed out the tree,
hid treats, and left clues. 

Wait, you thought that was me???

They're rushing about, 

decorating and wrapping,
but 'blink' and you'll miss then, 

while at school or when napping

~~~

Counting down the days,
one by one,
opening each door,
to advent fun.

Searching round the house,
high and low,
where those elves get to,
you never know.

Everyday a rhyme,
a clue, a treat,
filling the whole month,
with memories, sweet. 

~~~

There's just enough snow, come down outside, to coat the trees in white.
That chill in the air, that nip of frost, in which we all delight.

There's icicles in the window now, and hanging from the trees.
The scent of pine, and wood-fire smoke, waft in the arctic breeze.

The whole of nature, on display, has already begun,
To decorate and dress, to join in on the holiday fun.

So give in to the merry, the excitement, and delight,
Of hope and expectation, as we wait for Christmas night!

~~~

High above the treetops, if you happened to look out,
You might have seen a shooting star, zooming all about.

It zipped along in curlicues, speed set at lightning pace,
And burned a swath of sparkling fire, in its solo race.

"What can that be?" you might have thought, watching it fly away,
Then realized it was simply Santa, testing out his sleigh.

The reindeer on a practice run, setting course and speed,
Insuring each delivery, for a Merry Christmas indeed!

~~~

And so begins the final week,

before your Christmas break,
these 5 school-days to interfere,

with all we've left to make.

There's paper snowflakes to cut out,

and popcorn to be strung,
there's presents that we've yet to buy,

 and ornaments un-hung.

So much to do, so little time,

that homework still impedes,
but stay the course for five days more,

then out the door stampede.

Oh, hurry through your lessons,

your quizzes and each tome,
yes, scurry through these schooldays,

speed them up until you're home!

~~~

Wouldn't it be something, 

if the halls were really decked?
If the tinsel and the garlands, 

swung from class to class unchecked?

If every single classroom, 

was a scene from the North Pole,
and daily recitations, 

were replaced by carols of old?

Wouldn't it be something, 

if the season made them jolly?
If all it took to get an 'A',

was a single sprig of holly?

If teachers taught the useful things, 

gift wrapping or snowballs,
or how to perfect cocoa, 

or how to deck those halls?!?

~~~

This snowglobe that we're living in, 

has turned from frost to ice,
and while the cold I do abhor, 

the scenery is nice.

A chandelier of icicles 

hangs down from branch and bough,
and if you listen in the breeze, 

they play a carol now.

All nature shines and sparkles 

in this marvelous display,
from rock to twig to frozen bud, 

even leaves in their decay.

Jack Frost has cast a spell you see, 

over all of winter-tide,
and built a crystal palace for us 

to wander through, outside.

~~~

The grand North Pole is all a-bustle,
as round about the elves all hustle.

Each final arrangement under way,
each gift checked twice, then to the sleigh!

The flight plans checked, each glowing dot,
those reindeer never miss a spot!

So worry not, get through this day,
(and a half!)
for Christmas break is on the way!

~~~

The clock struck twelve, a final toll, amidst the holiday cheer.
Then twelve plus one, the moment rang, and ushered in a New Year!

So Christmas break, its calm and peace, came to a sudden close,
again the ghost of schoolday woes, shook off his sleep, arose.

Come early morning wake-ups, come homework, even tests,
and shake us from our slumbers, our relaxing, and our rests.

So school and work resume once more, "tis oh so sad, but true,
and so the holiday poems end, 'tis but prose, I write to you.

~~~