Happy Christmas and Merry New Year!
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Hello there! This is Dave writing on behalf of Stephanie as she's out with her significant other during his birthday week. So I've decided to reflect on what it means to celebrate Christmas.
Christmas is a time of joy, love, and cheer; a time when we gather with loved ones to celebrate the magic of the season.
From the twinkling lights adorning trees to the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air, there is something undeniably enchanting about this time of year. And what better way to capture the spirit of Christmas than through the power of words?
Christmas is indeed the most magical time of the year. As early as November, towns begin to feel the air of festivity. Streets get crowded with Christmas shoppers carrying bags filled with gifts. Houses spring up Christmas lights that cast a warm, welcoming glow in the frosty winters. And Christmas trees adorned with twinkling lights and ornaments become the centerpiece of every living room. Amidst this vibrant scene, writers worldwide take to their pens and paper and express their joys, emotions, reflections, and hopes through evocative Christmas poems.
Being witness to the world's joys and sorrows, writers pen their observations, emotions, and reflections into lines that rhyme or don't, making Christmas poems a tapestry of beautiful human experiences.
While Christmas is undeniably a time of celebration, it is also a moment for reflection. Like the quiet after a snowfall, the lines of a Christmas poem prompt one to embrace the serenity amidst the festive buzz. They inspire readers to appreciate the love that surrounds us, be grateful for the year that went by, and hope for a brighter year ahead. In essence, Christmas poems penned by writers beautifully serve the signing off of the old year and allow for the welcoming of the new year.
I've written a Christmas poem for you I hope you'll enjoy. Christmas poems from writers are more than just words stitched together; they are heartfelt emotions penned beautifully, carrying the essence of the season, the celebration, the joy, and on a deeper level, the introspection it brings. So, as you sip your warm cocoa by the fireplace, ensconced in your favorite blanket, take a Christmas poem in your hands with an open heart. Allow yourself to be transported into the magical landscape penned by the writer. Feel the magic unfurl, with every stanza read, and every word savored.
In the realm of gratitude, I find solace here,
Where the depths of blessings dissolve all fear,
A symphony of thanks swirling in my core,
I count my fortunes, I explore.
For every morn that paints the sky gold,
And every dusk with its stories untold,
For gentle whispers of the wind's embrace,
And the adorning moon's celestial grace.
I'm grateful for the laughter, the tears that fall,
For life's symphony played in notes both big and small,
For the love that's given, both old and new,
And the lessons learned from each day's dew.
In humble appreciation, my heart does sing,
Of the light that joy and friendship bring,
Of cherished moments, forever enshrined,
In memories etched within my mind.
Through trials' grip and life's unraveling thread,
Gratefulness blankets my path ahead,
For even in the darkest of life's fold,
I find solace in feeling infinitely bold.
And even shivering in the cold embrace,
A communion with nature, a sacred space,
For the chill in the air whispers untold tales,
Of resilience embraced, and courage that prevails.
For each frozen breath in the frosty air,
Binds me to all that's pure and fair,
A reminder that even in discomfort's hold,
I'm connected to nature, in unity's mold.
So, I give thanks for every precious breath,
For the journey of life, where ebb meets death,
Gratefulness, my compass, my guiding light,
Where even the darkest nights give birth to sight.
In the tapestry of gratefulness, I find my grace,
A reminder to cherish each moment's embrace,
For even shivering in the cold's fierce sting,
I'm grateful for the oneness with nature it brings.
Until next year...
Thanks for taking a look at my little hodgepodge of a blog.
The format and subjects of my blog has changed through the years as it's my log of S.N.McKibben's writing journey.
You've now been sufficiently forewarned, happy reading!