Fa-la, la-la, *******-la! Deck your halls, don't skimp on the holly. It's the season to be jolly - Shelve you woes, wrap up your ills, use your credit, put off the bills. Follow us for merry pleasure, you know we're all in this together. It's just started, it's one long trial, but we'll get through it, just fix that smile.
Not an easy season for many, but still the expectation to be jolly.
You are invited to come to dine with me From now through all Eternity, Believe in the father, Son, and the Holy Ghost And dine with the Lord as your host To live in Heaven Eternally, All you must do is.?
R.S.V.P ~~ Kariinbba: Inspired by bible.
For years I looked at this words framed on my walls along with Foot Prints"until I remembered Lancelott my knight had mailed it to me on a card 40 years ago and just Like that he pierced my heart with his bow, his ray of light and my cup of thorns was no more
If I could read you like a book I’d read you from cover to cover. What would I find as each leaf turned over To find me more and more hooked?
Your expression the preface? Your walk the reference? Your thoughts - the appendix? You should copyright all these.
Your table of contents Your chapters and headings, Short stories or pretense, Or expression of longings.
Each page a blessing Reader and writer forever conjoined. Read/Writing without resting No writer’s block or pages deformed.
One page flying into another As the story of you unfolds. Could I be a footnoted lover With a love that remolds? Or perhaps the main character, One to gray and grow old?
Placing one hand on your spine While the other opens the divine. Oh if only I could read you like a book I’d read you from cover to cover
Memorize every line.
The are many meanings in this piece. Least of which are the feelings between two lovers or those evoked by a poem or a book. The most important meaning is that connection to the Devine that resides in each of us.
Loving you is like breathing; it's natural, and instinct. I do it every second of every day. Without it I would die.
And being near you is like being under sunshine; it's warm, it's bright, it's beautiful and positive. It causes everything to grow.
Listening to you is like hearing for the first time; maybe like an orchestra, where all different sounds intertwine to create a symphony. Maybe a story, the description of a new novel, and it's always bound to be your favourite.
Looking at you is akin to the first glimpse of sunlight during the rise, and being mesmerized by the stars, all at the same time. Such beauty could never be properly defined, but I've found myself breathless in a trance when infront of you, like looking at a piece of priceless artwork that you're afraid to touch, because no perfection should ever be brushed by human hands.
You don’t want to see me You believe I don’t belong Lack of courage in your being I am sure I am alone It is fine to be a believer I don’t think that you are wrong When acceptance is deceiving And the rumor is too long Name the hollow time I ask for Name the person I could be Lie along my own persona I am deep within my dreams Should you mind my flesh without a soul nor an aura? Could you really care for me? you are one among the holly i am buried underneath
A new dawn breaks this White Yuletide Morn’, Light tickles scraps of paper and Pine needles that still litter the floor. The window sill a glitter With a fresh sprinkle of snow, And gentle Sun through frosted panes Makes the Ol’ Mistletoe glow.
Do you remember when we lay Beneath the Ol’ Holly tree, And all the sweet nothings You whispered to me? Now the Ol’ Holly’s pointed leaves Adorned with ribbons o’ red To honor our Ancestors Both alive, lost and dead.
This Yuletide Morn’ sees us through The longest of winter nights, And brings blessings of life anew With each days growing light. For with the springs’ bloomin’ tulips And the new wobbly fauns, The next Solstice will see Our own new life dawn.
Holly and Ivy Walked in the woods Discussing who was the best Holly was hoping her rosey complexion Would maybe outshine all the rest.
But Ivy thought Holly was surely forgetting The shock of her prickly demeanour She was convinced for sure The king would adore All that was so special about her.
Now Ivy was bit of a hugger You might say a lot of a clinger But she was convinced Her warming embrace Would win over the king no matter.
And when the time came For the winter queen crowning The king of the woods was clear He chose as his queen the lady he fell for And it's Holly who now wears his ring.
"The holly and the ivy, When they are both full grown Of all the trees that are in the wood The holly bears the crown." Prompted by a curious Christmas card featuring 2 ladies in the snow: Holly and Ivy. http://soldierscharityshop.org/products/holly-ivy-christmas-card