no mistletoe no ivy, no holly what is there to celebrate when she is of ill health
red, green and gold more and more commercialization adorn the shops yuletide once more
Lafcadio
jingle of the Salvation Army bell Santa Claus asking for change on every corner
holiday lights shining on every house except for the corner house where the widower lives
Susan Burch
decorating a gingerbread house – the holidays so much sweeter when we’re together
wrapping Christmas presents will tape hold the small tears in our relationship
lying in bed on Christmas alone – there is no holiday from chronic migraines
Debbie Strange
strangers dressed in red, singing in our yard a flock of cardinals decorates the thicket
heirloom glasses of mulled wine hold the firelight . . . wrinkled hands warmed by memories of wonder
this festive table glowing with candlelight and smiles . . . how fortunate we are to be touched by grace
Roberta Beach Jacobson
lure of the Northern Forest I long to be in the company of the scent of Christmas
Ram Chandran
yuletide solitude jasmine spreads your scent and the moon, your memories
hospice patient- folding origami christmas tree one more reason to live the remaining life happily
christmas eve - deepening my solitude a robin song answering a distant robin song
Daniel Birnbaum
little Christmas box with her initials I do not open it I'd rather keep her secrets than her souvenirs
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo
snow landscape only my breathing in this whiteness tonight I will dream to be a child again
dry stone walls in the silence of wind the hiding places for all the words that no longer flow
Tracy Davidson
a quick peck under the mistletoe hungry birds sharing Christmas leftovers with the homeless
school nativity long suffering teachers listen to another murdering of silent night
Bryan Rickart
under the mistletoe a girl I love kissing someone else
the children grown and gone my wife gives a heavy sigh Christmas morning
the gift of family these holidays geese gathering in the small pond
Marilyn Humbert
Christmas evening the full-throated song of a thrush fills our bushland valley making me smile
the clusters of rosehips and thorns at Christmas he confesses he’s not leaving his wife
Neena Singh
white moth on the chrysanthemum it's yuletide are you celebrating too drinking this noon sunshine
yuletide-- taking out from the attic last year's decorations gently I hold aloft the gold star you bought
a cool breeze sways the backyard pine this yuletide the baby in grandma’s arms rocks to her sweet lullaby
Christina Chin
a Christmas market win with a lucky draw —goodies in a hamper all smiles as we head home
seated on the floor behind locked doors presents wrappers and a list of names
Minal Sarosh
midnight service the sound of church bells and firecrackers but the baby in her lap still asleep
cold breeze blowing in memories of choir practices and the hot pakodas you got between breaks
clear winter sky the sparkling of stars campfire carols the crackling flames reflecting in your eyes
Rupa Anand
unwrapping gifts wrapping Lymphedema at Christmas iTunes playing Feliz Navidad
Yuletide around the fake tree live lights-- it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas . . .
Mona Bedi
snow moon I talk my heart out to the roadside Santa hoping he fishes out happiness from his brown satchel
moon before Yule-- celebrating Christmas all alone I listen to carols over the radio
pandemic year I light the Christmas tree all alone the thoughts of all I lost shadow the evening
Eduard Schmidt-Zorner
early midwinter sunset puts grey cloth over the day full moon silvering the field we wait with expectation for the winter solstice
northern lights flutter old mystery in the sky black crows cry from afar memories cling to the walls Yuletide gathering with friends
Joy McCall
bare winter trees snow-covered boulders my Inuit friend lost in the tracks of a wild coyote
the Christingle service the old church filled with candlelight I hear my mother singing 'this little light of mine ...'
over two thousand years since Jupiter and Saturn danced so close the Magi saw one bright star shining on Bethlehem
Lorelyn De la Cruz Arevalo
tattered clothes and mismatched slippers children singing a mashup mondegreen of christmas carols and jingles
simbang gabi: church mass at dawn with Filipinos half-awake half-hungry for bibingka and puto
Mirela Brăilean
under snow even the dried plum tree seem to blossom - you are looking young despite your white hair . the first snow covers little by little the maple leaves - I still remember my mum bandaging my skinned knees Giuliana Ravaglia
Casa di nonna sull'albero di Natale i mandarini luccica il ricordo d'una infanzia felice
Grandma's house on the Christmas tree the tangerines the memory shines of a happy childhood
Vigiglia di Natale shopping frenetico nell'ora di punta sul vecchio marciapiede una ciotola vuota
Christmas Eve.. frenic shopping in rush hour on the old sidewalk an empty bowl
Sul davanzale una lampada accesa all'imbrunire fra le mani nude raccolgo la speranza
On the windowsill a lighted lamp at dusk between bare hands I gather hope
Lynda Monahan
among the tall spruce snow soft on the backs of deer at the frozen river’s edge they browse the cranberry bushes the forest holds its winter hush
Sherry Grant
summertime a butterfly’s dream glistens that white Christmas I’ll never have
end of year time again to dust the trophies baby birds now have their own babies
Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
hang a star on the Christmas tree keep me away from the horrors of war and from our relatives
like the shooting star that led the three wise men this white orchid carries a message of joy and admiration.
Steve Wilkinson
Christmas Eve in the shadows the ghosts of many pasts all come out to play
Holly on the door will it keep away the misfortune that walks behind me