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A favorite of our princess Winter  William Shakespeare

When icicles hang by the wall,
    And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,



And Tom bears logs into the hall,
    And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp’d and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
                Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.




When all aloud the wind doth blow,
    And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
    And Marion’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs his in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,



                Tu-whit;
Tu-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.


 

Carols and candles aglow in the night,
Hearth fires blazing all cozy and bright,
Red-leaved poinsettia, white Christmas rose,
Ice skaters whirling on ice as it snows,
Sleigh bells and Santas,
Tinsel-trimmed trees,
Mistletoe magic and warm memories,
Angels all bringing glad tidings anew,
Season's best wishes especially for you!



( M.E. Miro )

Christmas is more than a day in December
It's all of those things that we love to remember
Its carolers singing familiar refrains
Bright colored stockings and shiny toy trains
Streamers of tinsel and glass satin balls
Laughter that rings through the house and its halls
Christmas is more than a day in December
Its the magic and the love
That we'll always remember



As I raise my glass full of seasons cheer

My thoughts return to an earlier year

Of winter cold so long ago

Knee deep outside in the freezing snow.

 

Mum at the door calling our dad –

Telling him off for being so bad

Aiming snowballs in my direction

SLAM –off in another trajection.

 

We come inside at her call

Hanging our coats on the hook in the hall

In the kitchen waits hot soup for us all,

Hunkered around the blazing fire in my parents love

      What more could I desire?

 

“come here babe”and a big kiss

That hug and kiss is what I miss

No seasons card now for me to send

Unconditional love right to the end

My mother and father my best friends.

 

Rosie assignment “winter memories”  1963