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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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A Christmas Encomium
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As the year draws to it's end,
I find myself pondering all the events,
Of this life changing perfect year.
Many thoughts come rushing unbidden,
To a mind that has been shown,
A capacity for love and friendship,
That has been offered me unrestricted,
By the many people that I have met.
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All my friends are here with me,
And together we celebrate the life,
And love that we have found,
Through this past year of change.
In evolving emotion, we have also shared,
In the sadness and heartbreak of losing those,
Who will not be here this Christmas.
To them, we toast to absent friends.
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To the laughter in which we have joined,
But there have been dark times too.
Where we thought that love retreated from light,
We found that it was always ready,
To heal and soothe away the pain,
Blessed by help from those we love,
Who returned a joy, in friendship.
To you, I raise my glass.
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So as I muse and welcome the season,
The snow has been falling steadily,
The tree of hope occupies it's usual spot,
It's wonders in their customary places,
Awaiting the day of the year.
Matriarchs quietly making plans,
To spend the day gathered together as,
A welcome warmth has invaded my life.
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Outside, berries red resplendent,
Show starkly against the purifying white,
A memory of fun stands alone in the garden
His carrot nose and coal eyes,
Begging us to come and play again,
And we shall, another time, another season,
But for now he will stand as a monument,
Until the great thaw sends him home.
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My children are preparing,
Excitement illuminating expectant faces,
So small and full of innocent joy,
Awaken in me memories and thoughts,
Of mine own christmas past,
The promise of christmases yet to come,
And lights! and cards! and cakes! and fruit! -
A feast for souls at this time of giving.
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We make way for the passing of the year,
Into a new tomorrow we run,
Filled with hope and a yen for truth,
That speaks to our souls in ways,
Of which we cannot comprehend.
'Tis enough to know that you are here,
And that at this wondrous time of the year,
I can simply say to all here gathered:
Merry Christmas, my friends,
How I have enjoyed your company.
Wishy. 2001.
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