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Poem for the Day

Posted: 8 December 2014

What shall my true love
Have from me
To pleasure his Christmas...
Wealthily?
The partridge has flown
From our pear tree.
Flown with our summers,
Are the swans, the geese.
Milkmaids and drummers
Would leave him little peace.
I've no gold ring
And no turtle dove.
So what can I bring
To my true love?

A coat for the drizzle,
Chosen at the store;
A saw and a chisel
For mending the door;
A pair of red slippers
To slip on his feet;
Three striped neckties;
Something sweet.

He shall have all
I can best afford -
No pipers, piping,
No leaping Lord,
But a fine fat hen
For his Christmas board;
Two pretty daughters
(Versed in the role)
To be worn like pinks
In his buttonhole;
And the tree of my heart
With its calling linnet,
My evergreen heart
And the bright bird in it.

All the Days of Christmas
Phyllis McGinley

Christmas Haiku #7

Posted: 7 December 2014

Once silent and green,
Now dressed and bright with laughter,
The trees sings Noel.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 7 December 2014

Now thrice welcome, Christmas,
Which brings us good cheer,
Minced pies and plum porridge,...
Good ale and strong beer;
With pig, goose, and capon,
The best that can be,
So well doth the weather
And our stomachs agree.

Observe how the chimneys
Do smoke all about,
The cooks are providing
For dinner, no doubt;
For those on whose tables
No victuals appear,
O may they keep Lent
All the rest of the year!

With holly and ivy
So green and so gay,
We deck up our houses
As fresh as the day,
With bays and rosemary,
And laurel complete;
And every one now
Is a king in conceit.

Now Thrice Welcome Christmas
George Wither

Christmas Haiku #6

Posted: 6 December 2014

Salvation Army,
With collecting tambourine
Welcoming Christmas.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day

Posted: 6 December 2014

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,...
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.

Mistletoe
Walter de la Mare

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