Poetry

CHRISTINGLE

By 6th December 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

The snow began to settle
On pavement road and hill
Making busy townships
Soon quiet and ghostly still

Nothing seemed to move now
No dog or darting bird
Then bells inside the church
Demanded to be heard

On such a night so crisp
Which one of us would leave
The comfort of our fireside
For church on Christmas Eve?

Slowly doors were opened
And folk trudged through the snow
Heading for the church and
Its flickering candles glow

In cold pews people wait
To celebrate Christingle
They watch their children’s faces
As in the aisles they mingle

A simple ceremony
That leaves you warm inside
The snow is soon forgotten
On this merry Christmas-tide

Don Holmes

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