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Tilly Dec 2012
Stand up.
look us in the eye;
Equal us,
boy
.
Tilly Dec 2012
Teasing?

As if
I would

but then

I
can't speak

for my
lips
;)
Day 11,
Advent for
the Yule-Tired Man
Tilly Dec 2012
●^●                                                              ­                                                          
Mistle­toe with berries red, chestnuts roasting, kids in bed.                    
        Glass of eggnog,cheeky kiss, how I live for times like this!                          
     Wrapping done, and stockings filled, brandy warmed                        
and champagne chilled. Baking done, put up our                
feet, and sip the drips from lips so sweet x       
Turkey thawed, ready to roast. Cards      
all sent by last nights post. Treats
left out for old St Nick,
but maybe add a carrot,
quick! Snowman built,
and robins fed. So now
hush my love, it's time
for bed. Midnight
bells, and wicked
grin, as one last
glass of port and gin.
   Maybe, dear, before they rise
        you could unwrap just one surprise?
                       If you can't find it 'neath the tree, then maybe,
                                  baby, your gift's ME! So Merry Christmas, all
                                                 my friends, as with a bang
                                                   this poem now
                                                     ends
                                                     x
To Mr D.Embers, for the mantlepiece of you & yours ***

Merry Christmas, dear friend :)
may all your wishes come true x

I thought your poem would look good this way,
I hope you like it ..
Tilly Dec 2012


*.A.  

.sleek.

.little kitten, purrs.

.sweetly, in silky ribboned box.

.hiding, little claus 'neath a pretty tree.

.of wishes.
.of dreams.
;)
Day 10,
Advent for
Yule-Tired Man.
Tilly Dec 2012
Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, *alighted
.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.
Door 6,
of the Advent
for Yule-Tired Man x



To explain the significance of fallen feathers, in a truly beautiful way
... please read ...
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/little-feather/
by our lovely Weeping willow x
Tilly Dec 2012
views of sunrise,
my ever disappearing lover,
broke the best.
in
10
Tilly Dec 2012
Consistently paraded  
~but not yet abundant~
this Season of
Love

A little good will, to all, (& smiling) costs nothing!
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