Christmas Colors by Dennis Lange

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(sent in Christmas cards 2015)
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The colors red and green, those two,
Are Christmas colors, yuletide’s cue,
As though its season after fall
Invites us to another ball.

Green is the holly; green the tree,
And green some stockings that we see.
Green is the mistletoe we hang;
From which some Christmas kissing sprang.

Red are the balls upon the tree;
Red are some stockings filled with glee.
Red’s Santa in his jolly suit,
Until he slides down chimney’s chute.

When put together, red and green,
Have one important thing they mean:
A treasure stored up in the heart
That one adds to, but will not part.

We often dream of one more hue
A blanket thicker than the dew –
A coat of snow that covers all,
A Christmas white that will enthrall.

But topped or not with whipping cream,
Our faces fill with Christmas gleam.
It leaves for us a colored print
Of just how much the season meant.

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photo by Michael Pohl at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mILkay4/Christmas+Bubbles

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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A Most Merry Christmas by Dennis Lange

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I wish right now was the best of times
…That I ever spent with you.
I’d like to do it over again
…Like the dawn desires the dew. 

For Christmas brings back the memories
…Of both days and friends gone by,
An open album we look into
…Within our heart-minds and sigh. 

But since the “now” is the open page
…Let’s all remember the “then”,
While writing in this Christmas time
…A most merry one again!

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Sent in 2014 Christmas cards.

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photo by Michael Pohl at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mI0plJE/Christmas+is+comming+..+now%21

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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‘Tis The Season by Dennis Lange

‘Tis The Season
(Christmas 2013) 

Christmas tree,
Package bright
Star atop,
Silent night. 

Snow may fall
Bells will ring
Mistletoe,
Children sing. 

Making candy,
Shoot the breeze;
Building bonds,
Memories.

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*I sent this poem in Christmas cards I mailed in 2013.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2014.

 

 

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A Filling Meal by Dennis Lange

 

A Filling Meal

My table’s taken, so I sit
   At next convenient place,
The café like a cozy nook
   Where one escapes the chase. 

A ceiling fan turns lazily
   Like hawks wheel in the sky.
The Christmas music sets the mood,
   Since that big day is nigh. 

The waitress wears a Santa cap
   And jolly little smile
As she delivers plates of food –
   But thinking all the while 

Of Christmas shopping still undone,
   And how she’ll spend her tips
On kin, especially her niece –
   Sweet Little Sugar Lips. 

Her thoughts go to the store and find
   The perfect little gift
That Sugar Lips is sure to like,
   And then, like snowflakes drift, 

Her thoughts roam further as she fills
   An empty glass of tea,
To pale pink paper and a bow,
   The package for the tree. 

And like snow flurries blown by wind,
   Her thoughts find Christmas day,
And Sugar Lips with gift in hand,
   Face lit up like flambé. 

The light that fills a loved one’s face,
   A grownup or a child,
Is greater than all trees combined;
   Makes ornaments seem mild. 

The waitress, staring into space,
   Herself has sudden glow,
Sparked by the thought of Sugar Lips
   And how her smile will grow.

She told her thought; it was dessert
  That she passed on to me;
And as I left the small café,
  My heart hummed merrily.

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photo by Sanja Gjenero at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mgylSMU/present

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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Heart-Warmer by Dennis Lange

Heart-Warmer
(sent in Christmas cards, 2012)

 

When out of the cold we come seeking a warm space,
It’s a wonderful warmth we find in the fireplace.
There, our fingers, near frozen, we hold out to thaw
Or turn and back to it, warming more than a paw. 

But as cozy as crackles in fireplaces are
There’s a warmness that beats it and beats it by far.
Why, look up above you while toasting your hand –
Side by side are the stockings of all your close clan. 

They’re there ‘cause they’re coming, and soon will be here;
It’s Christmas and loved ones are all drawing near.
And that is a warmth and a cheer off the chart
‘Cause it reaches inside us and heats up the heart.

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photo by Robert Linder at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mJb0DGg/Christmas+Wreath

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.

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The Best Time Of The Year by Dennis Lange

The Best Time Of The Year

(sent in Christmas cards 2011)

From family to family,
Our Yule traditions may
Be varied as the difference
Twixt hummingbird and jay.

And yet we find this festive air
With every step we take –
The sights, the sounds, the merriness,
As pies and cookies bake.

Why do we do the extra work,
And hustle here and there,
To decorate, to buy the gifts,
The stockings fill with care?

It started with the Christmas that’s
The first we can recall,
When as a youth we could not sleep
On Christmas Eve at all.

Like ships within an ocean’s storm
We tossed and turned all night
Filled with the thoughts of Christmas morn
That’d come with dawn’s first light.

At last we slept and then we woke
Our eyes wide, full of shine,
Like silver dollars from the mint,
Our guide to golden mine.

And off we rushed, with flying feet,
A bee-line to the tree;
And there, in awe, paused oh so brief,
And then – the jubilee.

As Peter Pans we never grew
Out of our Christmas joys,
Though we’ve moved past old Santa Claus
And childish gifts and toys.

And thus as adult boys and girls,
Our hearts still hold it dear
With thousand ways to celebrate
The best time of the year.

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(photo by Billy Frank Alexander at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mVbsnr2/Christmas+4 )

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

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