The Christmas bush
Is
Australian obviously
And isn’t
really a bush at all
It’s in
fact a shrub or tree
With red
flowers for selection
As
Christmas decoration
The Christmas bush
Is
Australian obviously
And isn’t
really a bush at all
It’s in
fact a shrub or tree
With red
flowers for selection
As
Christmas decoration
The Christmas Begonia
The
winter-bloomer
Whose large
pink flowers
Light up
the winter hours
The Christmas cactus
The
winter-bloomer
Its jointed
flat segments
Look like
experiments
Made by a
young boy
With a
construction set toy
But the
rose-purple flowers
Light up
the winter hours
Since the snow began to fall
My wife has done nothing at
all
But stare blankly through
the window
As the snow lays snow on
snow
If it continues in this way
We shall have a white
Christmas day
But my wife stares through
the glass
As the snow falls thick and
fast
Sadly, if it gets any worse
outside
I'll have to let her come
inside
Out of the snowy lawn
The snowman
grew
Wearing a
hat and scarf
The way
that you do
With
pebbles for eyes
Pressed
into the snow
A smiley
twig mouth
And a large
carrot nose
He’s a
magnificent site
The snowman
that grew
But he’s
just snow and ice
And no
substitute for you
I wish you
were here
To chase
the blues away
I wish
you’d come back
To me for
Christmas day
Crimson breasted
Perching on
a gate
Robin red
breast
Looking for
a mate
A hardy
suitor
Courting
and wooing
Proudly
displaying
In ritual
pursuing
Trying to
impress
To attract
a wife
So in the
spring
There’d be
new life
And for his
efforts
Amidst
winter hard
He gets to
appear
On a
Christmas card
The snow lays deep and crisp
And though
the frost is keen
In the
clear night sky, the heavens
In all
their glory can be seen
And bright
there shines a star
Standing
out from the jeweled sky
A star that
seems to call out
Sweetly
“Christmas is nigh”
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...