CHRISTMAS COLOURS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

CHRISTMAS COLOURS BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Oh the colours of Christmas

So rich and grand

They never change from the past

The same throughout the land

Clarets, emeralds and gold

Listening to stories being told

Parcels with their satin bows

Rudolf with his red nose

Children with gleeful expressions

Wanting to show off all their possessions

Visitors come and go

Friends and relations

Footprints are made in the virgin snow

Snowflakes fall from the full December sky

We look for the turtledoves as they fly

In the distance the choirs sing

A man kneels on one knee and offers a ring

A  Christmas wish

A lovers kiss

Unknown soldiers we miss

A candle we light and place in our window

And say a prayer over the amber glow

The tree  looks so pretty

All decorated with toys

The shop windows are inviting in the city

For the little girls and boys

Old men hold each other up in the street

Laughing at not been able to stand  on their feet

Young girls run to their parties in sparkles

Carrying well wrapped parcels

Bright lights shine to advertise the latest shows

Silver bells and A Christmas Carol

Commuters hurry by with bags of new clothes

Icicles bow down to frozen rivers, which in summer flows

 Barron, soil with a winter rose

Holly berries hang from doors framed with mistletoe

 A peck on the cheek as your guests come in

A glass of sherry to warm deep within

A hot sweet mince pie

And a bowl of punch

Lots of turkey left overs for  a seasonal lunch

Cinnamon sticks and orange slices

All the smells of Christmas spices

Fairy lights  flashing away

Ready to welcome the special day