Carol singers standing huddled together in the snow,
under a glowing lantern.
Their voices raised, the sound drifting away,
through the frosty night.
Joyous singing. Praises ringing.
'Oh, Come all ye Faithful'.
They're the only people out and about
on this cold Christmas Eve,
no one twitches their curtains to look,
or open's a door in welcome.
No mince pies or a glass of sherry on offer,
to warm the heart and lubricate the throat.
Even though they're well wrapped up
against the bitter winds, gloves, hats, scarves,
they certainly don't lack stamina.
'Hark the Heralds Angels Sing'.
Do you think those angels harken to these singers
struggling to convey their Christmas message?
'Silent Night'.
IT SURE IS! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
© Ernestine Northover
A lovely Christmas poem Ernestine. It's been many years since we have had carol singers in these parts, a wonderful reminder of those happy times. Love, Andrew xxx
Ernestine, I LOVE carolers! Every year we have some that come through the hospital and I stop whatever I'm doing and listen to them. They sing beautifully, and I for one want them to know that I appreciate their effort and their talent. Well done. Shannon
The lonliness of a long distance carol singer! Loved this, Ernestine! I sthis autobiographical? ? Jon.
YES ERNESTINE WHEN I READ THIS POEM I BURST INTO SONG THE NEIBOURS COMPLAINED BITTERLY, BUT WHEN THEY READ YOUR POEM THEY BURST INTO SONG THEN I HAD SOMETHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS IS WHAT CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT THIS POEM ALMOST MAKES ME FEEL ENGLISH, WITH THE SNOW AND ALL THAT WARM REGARDS ALLAN
very interesting...i love to sing...great job.......love it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You captured the thing I most love about the season...the music. Thanks, Ernestine. Raynette