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Thursday, December 1, 2022

Tis The Season



After the laughter and excitement of today's merry troops vacated the kitchen
I did too, to feel the powder-blue twilight tucking in the edges of the earth...

Tis the season of powder-blue twilight
Lowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills

Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines


Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills



Tis the season of powder-blue twilight
Lowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills
Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines
Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills

Tis the season of ‘fresh from the oven’
For cookie lovin’ kids like you and me
Tis the season of joy mixed with grievin’
For faces missin’ where they used to be

Tis the season of easin’ our hurry
For the fine reason of tasting today
Tis the season of fluffy, white flurry
Decking vast vistas once somber and gray

Tis the season of love turned to givin’
As thoughts turn Bethlehem-ward once again
As we reflect on a babe sent from Heaven
To be the Savior of the world. Amen

Tis the season when we start to ponder
What really matters in Bygone’s increase
Tis the season of pure, childlike wonder
As we consider hope, love, joy and peace

Tis the season of evergreen spires
Holly and mistletoe, silver and gold
Of motley, merry, bundled angel choirs
Singing the carols that never grow old

Tis the season of green and red buttons
On sugar snowmen and gingerbread duds
This the season of turkey and stuffin’
Poppin’ our buttons with gravy and spuds

Tis the season of laughter’s sweet gladness
Where sadness makes Christmas cheer sacred, oh
Tis the season of merchandise madness
Turned into gifts that say ‘I love you so’

Tis the season of tender surrender
As the last month of another year pours
Through toasts and tributes and winter’s first splendor
Powder-blue twilights on flannel white shores

© Janet Martin






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