Snowflake floating silently
The smell of Christmas pine
Chestnuts roasting in the embers
These memories are mine
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Sometimes we are lucky to receive guidance from above
and it can come in any form but always filled with love
It is usually a person who appears when you're deplete
they stay around and guide your way until you find your feet
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Far away and long ago
Connected through the years
A story of the King of Peace
Told through a veil of tears.
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Looking like I had one leg
Shorter than the other
I found that things were upside down
My sister was my brother
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As I’ve wandered down the road of life
I’ve learnt and understood
That all of us are equal
With capacity for good
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Ring out Ring Out, herald in the dawn
This was the day the King of Kings
The prince of peace was born
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Jetty park on Launch day
Standing on the beach
Electricity was tangible
And yet just out of reach
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The giant sits swathed in lights
It’s metal mind alert
It points toward the lightening sky
heralding the dawn
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New snow crunches beneath my feet
My heart races and skips a beat
With each new flake so soft and clear
To touch my face and disappear
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Its Freezing in the Playground
But they wont let us in
they're all 'No supervision'
But we wouldnt make a din
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The white dog with the friendly smile
Came to stay with us a while
She found her way right from the start
Into the fibre of my heart
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The weather's getting colder now, the trees are all but bare
There is a feeling all around and a crispness in the air
Thoughts of home and fireside hearths, comfy old armchairs
The warmth of home surrounds you a time for love and care
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When the last jingle's been jangled
When there's no needles left on your tree
When that Succulent Turkey's a memory
When you've imbibed a short glass two or three
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Hi My name is Bob Fletcher I am 58 years old and a school caretaker. I am Married and have two children both are grown adults now. My poems are simple but I like them, I hope some of you guys will too Bob)
Christmas Memories
Snowflake floating silently
The smell of Christmas pine
Chestnuts roasting in the embers
These memories are mine
Stirring the uncooked pudding
Gifts beneath the Tree
The smell of Turkey and mince pies
These memories belong to me
Staying awake for Santa
Hearts swelling with Christmas song
Glass baubles and Paper lanterns
Memories so strong
Fresh Turkeys in the window
Street vendors ply their trade
Close of business on the 24th
All purchases had been made
Looking back on how Christmas was
And what it is right now
I stopped at the realisation
And made a silent vow
No matter what my memories
Call back into my mind
The reason why we celebrate
Must not be left behind
Trees and gifts and turkey
In Snowy British towns
It is the birth of Jesus
On the day that he was Crowned