Poems by Saumya Gilra
when you see
sparkling lights
of green, red, gold and white
you will know its Christmas time
and hear the Christmas bells chime,
when from the skies snow falls down
a white blanket will cover the town
you will know its Christmas time,
when the children sing carols aloud
right before a welcoming crowd
you will know its Christmas time
and see delacacies covered with thyme,
when you see people giving the needy
and have really stopped being greedy
you will realize that when its Christmas time
giving others is what’s prime
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Poet's Pa
A Christmas Sonnet
What a magical time is Christmas time
Yet sweeter still in the days of our youth,
What a magical time is Christmas time
Ere we taste the bittersweet morsel, truth.
For that time we're allowed to be children
It is in regard naively assumed,
Such a gift how the world remains hidden
Fore it rears up and our childhoods plumed.
What a companious time is Christmas time,
This a time for family gathering,
What a companious time is Christmas time
Spent by live hearths with gift lathering.
Evergreen needles scattered on the floor
Accompanied by their cold, freshly scent,
Grecian wreaths adorn many-a household door
As the hanging harbingers of Advent.
What a tragical time is Christmas time
For we whose tears fall as the freshest snow,
What a tragical time indeed it is
When you're alone beneath the mistletoe.
Testified too by the silent mouses,
Another Christmas Eve at two houses.
Trevor Stelzer