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    Quote Originally Posted by XRunner View Post
    The Longest Night in December

    The longest night in December,
    no snow nor hail nor winter´s storm
    shall hinder us to kindle from embers
    the flame that on this night is born.
    With our kin we have come to see
    this solstice fire´s glorious shine,
    as the year is turning, the Yule log burning,
    our Gods provide for humankind.

    No need nor cold now can oppress us,
    we´re sheltered safe from the frosty weather,
    for Aesir and Vanir both have blessed us
    so we may feast in joy together.
    Then let us toast and bring our boast,
    and share our gifts with kith and kine;
    surrounded by love below and above,
    our Gods who care for humankind.

    The wheel has turned, the time is near
    to say goodbye to the old things gone,
    Our Troth remains, and through every year
    is shining like the solstice sun.
    And so we sing and gladness bring
    to hearts fulfilled with joy divine;
    Let´s sing wassail and give our hail
    to our Gods who love us humankind!

    © 2006 Michaela Macha
    Good choice that XRunner reminds me of a Keats poem about December I will have to find!

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    In drear-nighted December

    In drear-nighted December,
    Too happy, happy tree,
    Thy branches ne'er remember
    Their green felicity:
    The north cannot undo them
    With a sleety whistle through them;
    Nor frozen thawings glue them
    From budding at the prime.

    In drear-nighted December,
    Too happy, happy brook,
    Thy bubblings ne'er remember
    Apollo's summer look;
    But with a sweet forgetting,
    They stay their crystal fretting,
    Never, never petting
    About the frozen time.

    Ah! would 'twere so with many
    A gentle girl and boy!
    But were there ever any
    Writhed not at passed joy?
    The feel of not to feel it,
    When there is none to heal it
    Nor numbed sense to steel it,
    Was never said in rhyme.

    John Keats

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    A Christmas Ghost-Story

    South of the Line, inland from far Durban,
    A mouldering soldier lies---your countryman.
    Awry and doubled up are his gray bones,
    And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans
    Nightly to clear Canopus: 'I would know
    By whom and when the All-Earth-gladdening Law
    Of peace, brought in by that Man Crucified,
    Was ruled to be inept, and set aside?
    And what of logic or of truth appears
    In tacking "Anno Domini" to the years?
    Near twenty-hundred liveried thus have hied,
    But tarries yet the Cause for which He died.'

    Thomas Hardy
    Christmas Eve, 1899.

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    This is the poem that American's claim was the reason why we have a Santa Clause*.


    'Twas the Night Before Christmas
    (A Visit from St. Nicholas)
    by Clement Clarke Moore

    Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

    The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
    While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
    And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
    Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

    With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
    I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

    "Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
    On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
    Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of toys, and St Nicholas too.

    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
    Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
    A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
    And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

    His eyeshow they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
    And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

    The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
    And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
    He had a broad face and a little round belly,
    That shook, when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk.
    And laying his finger aside of his nose,
    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
    But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a Good-Night!"



    * I have my doubts about it however
    Last edited by XRunner; 24-12-2010 at 06:13 PM.

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    In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
    At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
    We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
    We hear a sweetness.
    The word is Peace.
    It is loud now.
    Louder than the explosion of bombs.

    We tremble at the sound.
    We are thrilled by its presence.
    It is what we have hungered for.
    Not just the absence of war. But true Peace.
    A harmony of spirit, and comfort of courtesies.
    Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

    We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
    Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
    Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves,
    And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

    Peace, My Brother.
    Peace, My Sister.
    Peace, My Soul.


    Happy Christmas Fell Poets

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    Hear hear. Nice one Alf.

    Happy Christmas to all the fell poets old and new wherever they may be.

    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post



    In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
    At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
    We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
    We hear a sweetness.
    The word is Peace.
    It is loud now.
    Louder than the explosion of bombs.

    We tremble at the sound.
    We are thrilled by its presence.
    It is what we have hungered for.
    Not just the absence of war. But true Peace.
    A harmony of spirit, and comfort of courtesies.
    Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

    We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
    Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
    Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves,
    And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

    Peace, My Brother.
    Peace, My Sister.
    Peace, My Soul.


    Happy Christmas Fell Poets

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    Also posted in DT's Christmas recital thread

    How the Grinch Stole Christmas

    Every Who Down in Whoville Liked Christmas a lot…
    But the Grinch, Who lived just north of Whoville, Did NOT!
    The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
    Now, please don’t ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
    It could be his head wasn’t screwed on just right.
    It could be, perhaps, that his shoes were too tight.
    But I think that the most likely reason of all,
    May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
    Whatever the reason, His heart or his shoes,
    He stood there on Christmas Eve, hating the Whos,
    Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,
    At the warm lighted windows below in their town.
    For he knew every Who down in Whoville beneath,
    Was busy now, hanging a mistletoe wreath.
    “And they’re hanging their stockings!” he snarled with a sneer,
    “Tomorrow is Christmas! It’s practically here!”
    Then he growled, with his Grinch fingers nervously drumming,
    “I MUST find some way to stop Christmas from coming!”
    For Tomorrow, he knew, all the Who girls and boys,
    Would wake bright and early. They’d rush for their toys!
    And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
    Noise! Noise! Noise!
    That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE!
    NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
    Then the Whos, young and old, would sit down to a feast.
    And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST!
    FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!
    They would feast on Who-pudding, and rare Who-roast beast.
    Which was something the Grinch couldn’t stand in the least!
    And THEN They’d do something He liked least of all!
    Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
    Would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing.
    They’d stand hand-in-hand. And the Whos would start singing!
    They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING!
    SING! SING! SING!
    And the more the Grinch thought of this Who Christmas Sing,
    The more the Grinch thought, “I must stop this whole thing!”
    “Why, for fifty-three years I’ve put up with it now!”
    “I MUST stop this Christmas from coming! But HOW?”
    Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
    THE GRINCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
    “I know just what to do!” The Grinch laughed in his throat.
    And he made a quick Santy Claus hat and a coat.
    And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Grinchy trick!”
    “With this coat and this hat, I look just like Saint Nick!”
    “All I need is a reindeer…” The Grinch looked around.
    But, since reindeer are scarce, there was none to be found.
    Did that stop the old Grinch? No! The Grinch simply said,
    “If I can’t find a reindeer, I’ll make one instead!”
    So he called his dog, Max. Then he took some red thread,
    And he tied a big horn on the top of his head.
    THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
    On a ramshackle sleigh And he hitched up old Max.
    Then the Grinch said, “Giddap!” And the sleigh started down,
    Toward the homes where the Whos Lay asnooze in their town.
    All their windows were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
    All the Whos were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
    When he came to the first little house on the square.
    “This is stop number one,” the old Grinchy Claus hissed,
    And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
    Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
    But, if Santa could do it, then so could the Grinch.
    He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
    Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
    Where the little Who stockings all hung in a row.
    “These stockings,” he grinned, “are the first things to go!”
    Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
    Around the whole room, and he took every present!
    Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
    Checkerboards! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!
    And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Grinch, very nimbly,
    Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
    Then he slunk to the icebox. He took the Whos’ feast!
    He took the Who-pudding! He took the roast beast!
    He cleaned out that icebox as quick as a flash.
    Why, that Grinch even took their last can of Who-hash!
    Then he stuffed all the food up the chimney with glee.
    “And NOW!” grinned the Grinch, “I will stuff up the tree!”
    And the Grinch grabbed the tree, and he started to shove,
    When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
    He turned around fast, and he saw a small Who!
    Little Cindy-Lou Who, who was not more than two.
    The Grinch had been caught by this tiny Who daughter,
    Who’d got out of bed for a cup of cold water.
    She stared at the Grinch and said, “Santy Claus, why,”
    “Why are you taking our Christmas tree? WHY?”
    But, you know, that old Grinch was so smart and so slick,
    He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
    “Why, my sweet little tot,” the fake Santy Claus lied,
    “There’s a light on this tree that won’t light on one side.”
    “So I’m taking it home to my workshop, my dear.”
    “I’ll fix it up there. Then I’ll bring it back here.”
    And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted her head,
    And he got her a drink and he sent her to bed.
    And when Cindy-Lou Who went to bed with her cup,
    HE went to the chimney and stuffed the tree up!
    Then the last thing he took Was the log for their fire!
    Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
    On their walls he left nothing but hooks and some wire.
    And the one speck of food That he left in the house,
    Was a crumb that was even too small for a mouse.
    Then He did the same thing To the other Whos’ houses
    Leaving crumbs Much too small For the other Whos’ mouses!
    It was quarter past dawn… All the Whos, still a-bed,
    All the Whos, still asnooze When he packed up his sled,
    Packed it up with their presents! The ribbons! The wrappings!
    The tags! And the tinsel! The trimmings! The trappings!
    Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Crumpit,
    He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
    “PoohPooh to the Whos!” he was grinchishly humming.
    “They’re finding out now that no Christmas is coming!”
    “They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!”
    “Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
    Then the Whos down in Whoville will all cry BooHoo!”
    “That’s a noise,” grinned the Grinch, “That I simply MUST hear!”
    So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
    And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
    It started in low. Then it started to grow.
    But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
    It couldn’t be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
    He stared down at Whoville! The Grinch popped his eyes!
    Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
    Every Who down in Whoville, the tall and the small,
    Was singing! Without any presents at all!
    He HADN’T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME!
    Somehow or other, it came just the same!
    And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
    Stood puzzling and puzzling: “How could it be so?”
    “It came with out ribbons! It came without tags!”
    “It came without packages, boxes or bags!”
    And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
    Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before!
    “Maybe Christmas,” he thought, “doesn’t come from a store.”
    “Maybe Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!”
    And what happened then? Well…in Whoville they say,
    That the Grinch’s small heart Grew three sizes that day!
    And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,
    He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
    And he brought back the toys! And the food for the feast!
    And he, HE HIMSELF! The Grinch carved the roast beast!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post



    In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
    At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
    We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
    We hear a sweetness.
    The word is Peace.
    It is loud now.
    Louder than the explosion of bombs.

    We tremble at the sound.
    We are thrilled by its presence.
    It is what we have hungered for.
    Not just the absence of war. But true Peace.
    A harmony of spirit, and comfort of courtesies.
    Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

    We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
    Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
    Peace. We look at each other, then into ourselves,
    And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

    Peace, My Brother.
    Peace, My Sister.
    Peace, My Soul.


    Happy Christmas Fell Poets
    What a beautiful, wonderful choice Alf, as I grow older I appreciate the notion of peace more and more!

    PS the Grinch is a fab choice Stollster!
    Last edited by freckle; 24-12-2010 at 10:59 PM.

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    Evening fell poets...wishing you all a lovely Christmas what ever shape or form that takes, from the hectic family scenarios, to quiet snowy runs away from it all....and wishing you all a wonderful 2011....

    Love Comes Quietly - Robert Creeley

    Love comes quietly,
    finally, drops
    about me, on me,
    in the old ways.

    What did I know
    thinking myself
    able to go
    alone all the way.
    Last edited by freckle; 24-12-2010 at 11:01 PM.

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    Wow , it's officially christmas day and I'm still wrapping presents in stealth mode. My eldest daughter Jasmine ( aged 8 ) is determined to make this year ( much to my dismay ) the year she officially stops believing in Santa .and is fighting going to sleep, in the most frustratingly impressive way !

    Anyway Merry Christmas everyone .... decided against something seasonal ... Cavafy's ' Ithaka' which is actually my favourite poem of all time .



    Ithaca

    When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
    pray that the road is long,
    full of adventure, full of knowledge.
    The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
    the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
    You will never find such as these on your path,
    if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
    emotion touches your spirit and your body.
    The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
    the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
    if you do not carry them within your soul,
    if your soul does not set them up before you.

    Pray that the road is long.
    That the summer mornings are many, when,
    with such pleasure, with such joy
    you will enter ports seen for the first time;
    stop at Phoenician markets,
    and purchase fine merchandise,
    mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
    and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
    as many sensual perfumes as you can;
    visit many Egyptian cities,
    to learn and learn from scholars.

    Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
    To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
    But do not hurry the voyage at all.
    It is better to let it last for many years;
    and to anchor at the island when you are old,
    rich with all you have gained on the way,
    not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

    Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
    Without her you would have never set out on the road.
    She has nothing more to give you.

    And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
    Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
    you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

    Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

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