Fourth Day of Christmas

It's the Fourth Day of Christmas and Bread 'n Molasses magazine proudly presents two lyrical poems from Annabel Sheila. Somehow between writing, publishing, sketching, fundraising, being a mother and everything else, Moncton's Annabel Sheila manages to find time to lend her literary skills to the Bread 'n Molasses Editorial Board. And for this we are very grateful. For more information about Annabel's work visit her website. Today, enjoy two of her poems.

A Christmas Tree Story

It was our very first Christmas alone,
Just the two children and me,
And we decided it would be fun,
To chop down our own Christmas tree.

We dressed up warmly from head to toe,
And headed for the trail,
Pretty soon it began to snow,
And the wind began to wail.

Not a single tree did we find,
Anywhere close to the ground.
Then I squinted through the snow,
And the perfect tree I found.

The wind must have knocked it over,
For the tree was twelve feet tall,
I only needed the top five feet,
So over the branches I crawled.

My little axe was not too sharp,
So it took me quite a while,
But I was determined to prevail,
And dress this tree with style.

To shorten up this story,
I’ll cut right to the chase,
I dragged our lovely Christmas tree,
Through snow up to my waist.

The children’s smiles were my reward,
For their Christmas tree was grand.
From that year forward we agreed,
To shop at the Christmas tree stand.

- Annabel Sheila

My Family Christmas

Snowflakes dance at the window,
Glistening in the light.
Frosted patterns of ice trim the glass,
This wonderful Christmas night.

Memories tug at the heartstrings,
Watching the firelight glow.
Warm, cosy and peaceful inside,
Away from the drifting snow.

The Christmas tree in its splendour,
Bright packages tucked all around.
Children dancing with rosy cheeks,
Their laughter a heart warming sound.

For me, there’s no better place to be,
Than with family this time of year.
Sharing memories of Christmases past,
With loved ones I hold dear.

- Annabel Sheila

Be sure to stop by tomorrow when Phyllis Jardine writes about Christmas in the Holy Land.