Spirit of Christmastide
Spirit of Christmastide
Beneath the mantel's alabaster gleam
Where verdigris flames pirouette
in cerulean ballet's beam...
We gather close—a familial love—
In hallowed halls where chimes of
crystal laughter stream.
Amid the yuletide glow where
memories take flight
a morning dove...
Cinnamon-kissed balsam and spiced gingerbread
scent fills the air
A chorus of joy unconfined;
With carols are sung and spirits laid bare
Christmastide unfolds—a wondrous find.
In candle's dance the soft whisper of
snowflakes intertwined.
Yet amidst the mirth where
some hearts do pine
For loved ones lost in time's cruel wake;
Their absence felt as we dine and wine
A silent toast, for memory's sake...
In the joyous din in this silent winter chill
their echoes partake.
Avuncular tales are like weathered
scrolls rolled up.
They flow through the years
a timeless tide.
Of faith and love in hushed credos told;
His voice a gentle breeze
where our memories confide.
With every yarn the warmth of woolen hugs abide...
Maternal hands are like starlight
through night's fabric
Unwrap the gifts with tender grace;
Each treasure—an avowal of love—
A silent prayer, a breath, an embrace.
In the wrap a rustle
the smooth silk of ribbons trace...
Child-triggered laughter sweet and bright
Like bells that chimes on winter's breath;
Their eyes alight with Christmas light
Unburdened souls are unchained from care...
In laughter's echo the playful patter of tiny feet share.
The feast is spread
a cornucopia grand.
A plethora of flavors
bold and new;
A testament to
a loving hand.
A saga shared
in warmth imbued.
With every bite the comfort.
spice of cinnamon reviewed...
But greater still
the gift unseen.
The Spirit that transcends the night;
Of love and peace
a halo's gentle glean.
In our hearts aflame with inner light...
In quiet moments
the sacred silence of a
snow-covered night's delight.
For Christmastide is more
than revelry
It's hope restored
a beacon, bold and daring;
A light that guides us
through the year's unfolding
A love that conquers darkness
all despair unparing...
Within every new dawn
the crisp scent of
winter's promise is unfearing.
And as the bells announce
the morning's blessed face.
With spirits high let us raise
our voice in song;
In gratitude for the
chains effaced
A family united
where we belong...
With voices joined
the harmony of hearts in joyful throng.
For Christmastide is
not confined
To fleeting moments are
wrapped in gold;
It lives within
in hearts entwined.
A story lingers
never too old...
In the retold tales of the soft glow
where tradition takes a bold hold.
So let us share this
precious plentitude
Of family, love and
faith's embrace;
A legacy forever
moonbeam-strewn
The spirit of Christmas is in each face...
With each shared moment
the gentle warmth of
shared stories
finds its rightful place.
And test as the last
embers softly expire.
Chasing shadows dancing
upon the wall.
I hear a gentle sigh
escapes the pyre.
A murmur from beyond the hall...
For in quiet moments
I feel the tender touch
of nostalgic hearts of love recall.
"My children," rings a spirited voice serene
"Though time may pass and
seasons may change
Remember that love is ever so keen
The Spirit of Christmas is forever engaged..."
In homes where the melody of
cherished memories
forever exchange.
For in each act of
kindness done and
In every word of love
this is expressed
The true meaning of Christmas, begins.
The Spirit of Hope in Christ
forever confessed...
With each act the fabric of compassion is
blended into an eternal caress.
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2023
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