Cool cat sat on cold snow.
Coal black cat, Cheshire Cat grin,
Looking up to see within.
White flakes floating down carpeting, covering all around.
Snow can cover such a multitude of sins.
Cool cat sat on the white mat,
Softly he began to hum a song.
He though of his lost love long gone
Over the seas to nonsense land.
There no snow but always winter,
Though they danced on the sands so gaily,
Always winter,
Though they feasted on mince and quince and capercaillie.
When the sun returns with burning heat
And no more the snow to cover, to cover.
Where to look, where to go?
What would all this waiting show?
There was another land he knew,
A wonderland, where it was always Christmas.
Winter when it came was jolly and polite.
And sometimes there was snow when it felt right
But no sin to cover, cover.
A wonderland where Cheshire Cats would grin and grin.
Cool cat began to hum a song and then he began to sing.
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Tinsel Time
T'is tinsel time when midst the grime
Of muddied minds shines,
What can it be?
Electro-lite silver, gilding
This gingerless bread of strife?
Celebrating the survival of the fittest,
The feel good factor?
Forgetting for the festive moment
The fate that awaits.
Or, could it be the uncreated
Light of the uncreated
Star, startling joyously
Faces who watching, waiting
Cross desert places
To where time is pierced through and through
By a sword of pure life.
Shimmering, shining, eternal, tinsel
Illuminating the universe
From the midst of beasts and straw.
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Christmas Songs
Let us gather us together to sing the Christmas songs.
Let us open doors to strangers, light lights in deepest night.
Let us kneel with kings and shepherds upon the strawy earth.
Let us sing with joy and worship He who gives the second birth.
Never mind the hustle bustle, the clamour all around.
Let us gather us to worship and sing the joyful sound.
Lay aside your daily woes and the heaviness of life.
Take moment, join your voice with angel choirs and organ pipes.
O little town of Bethlehem where first Lord Jesus cried,
O Star of wonder overhead that did the wise men guide,
We sing of them, we sing of Him, we sing with hearts aglow.
We sing the songs of Christmas, our souls they overflow.
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A JOYFUL CHRISTMAS TO YOU! YES YOU!
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