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Wishing On A Star

Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 16 December 2017
Write a Holiday Pantoum

Wishing On A Star

Fir tree is decorated with a star
Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
Cookies are on a special plate
Now we are waiting for Santa

Green branches laden with glowing tinsel
No shiny packages yet to be found
Now we are waiting for Santa
Hoping our wishes will come true

No shiny packages yet to be found
Cookies are on a special plate
Hoping our wishes will come true
Fir tree is decorated with a star


Posted in Poetic Asides, poetry

Oh Christmas Tree

2017 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 26
Write a ‘shine’ poem


Oh, Christmas Tree

we trudge through snowy fields
searching for that “perfect” tree
not too tall
not too wide
not too perfect

we untangle
strings of twinkling lights
and find ourselves tied
up in k(nots) –
we’re not doing this again

fancy glass bulbs hang
beside homemade reindeer
jingle bells tinkle
from branches – sticky
with pine sap

we sigh and even curse
just a little
wondering why we
bother, year after year
then she comes
bounding down the stairs
eyes shining brightly

and we know


Posted in poetry

Fudgey Christmas Magic



Fudgey Christmas Magic

He didn’t cook or bake
Or even grill out
But when the spirit moved
Him, as it often did,
He pulled out a
Special pot, some sugar
Butter, vanilla, and cocoa
A thermometer that would
Tell him when the magic
Mixture had reached
I watched my dad
Pour the dark creamy
Fudge – sliding smoothly
Into pan to cool and I knew
That this was a special holiday
Treat because in this batch
Were the black walnuts
We had gathered together
From the backyard

Posted in poetry

O Christmas Tree



O Christmas tree
Proudly bearing on
your outstretched branches
Bright lights and
Tender memories
And each year
In your shadow
Linger those we’ve loved
Merry Christmas memories to you.

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Christmas haibun

Everyone else at the tree lot is searching for the “perfect” Christmas tree. A man holds a seven foot tree upright so his wife can pass judgement on its shape. A family debates whether or not the tree they like best will actually fit in their living room.
But I’m on a search for the tree no one else wants. A task that has become more difficult since Christmas trees are now raised on “farms” and only the trees with that classic cone shape make it to market.
At the end of a long row sits a smallish tree, trunk a little crooked, and branches that don’t conform to popular tastes – just the one I was looking for.
At home I put my little tree into the holder and make it as straight as possible. Then I find the worn cardboard box hidden behind the well organized plastic bins of ornaments. Inside are the tattered homemade decorations from my childhood. I string lights and paper chains on the tree and lovingly place each reindeer, snowman, and Santa. With only the tree lights glowing, I close my eyes and take a step back in time

imperfect tree
transformed by lights and snowmen
Christmas memories