Ghosts Of Christmas Trees Past Poem by Terence George Craddock
Ghosts Of Christmas Trees Past
Christmas in childhood eyes
is a beautiful song sparkling...
first memories happiness wonder
good cheer tidings Christmas songs
good will bubbling in merry laughter....
in old age cast mind back into childhood
dreams mysteries colourful wrapped presents
enchanting dazzling desired possibilities
impatience is tiny fingers expectant minds...
conversation is star dust monologue child's
inability to tiny body contain joyful expectations
glorious rich imagination images developed with pathos
tragedy bliss tragedy bliss waiting waiting to open presents....
before final unbelievable Christmas
Eve creeping dawning darkness dusk
Christmas Day marvels care laid out
so long unopened under silent Christmas...
Tree happy glint decorations sparkles
coloured flashing green strung lights
charming calm beauty are our Christmas scenes
light snow tumbling falls through windless dark...
decades passing hauntingly suddenly
when all family friends may be gone
even without years past Christmas trees
glorious magic of Christmas trees lingers....
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Dedicated to the poet David Keig.
Written in December 2015 and January 2016 on the 20.12.2015 & 4.1.2016.
Wow, memorizing a poem every year for Santa is a beautiful childhood memory, I wish I had thought of that; the importance and vivid power of childhood memories is one of the themes behind this poem. Glad you enjoyed. :)
Oh! Christmas...I remember I used to memorize a poem every year, as a child, to recite it to Santa but, according to my mum's words - he comes at night to deliver the gifts, and, he is always in hurry because he has to visit all the children! :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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My childhood at Christmas time was very like this. The presents to open, the Christmas tree in the lounge, a time for family. One of my favorite novels is 'A Christmas Carol', by Charles Dickens, which your poem made me think of again.