DECEMBER WILL BE MAGIC AGAIN
cards and carols
mince pies and mulled wine
the school nativity and midnight Mass
George Michael’s hair in that Last Christmas video
the ever so distinctive scent of Christmas trees
It’s A Wonderful Life
Christmas lights sparkling in our homes and our hearts…
Whether you are looking to 25th December with dread or excitement (or a mixture of both, perhaps?!), there is absolutely no doubt about it: Christmas is coming. Here at The Reader Organisation, we are most definitely full of Christmas spirit. To celebrate the magical month that is December, this blog will feature a poem for every day of the month: the poetic equivalent of a traditional advent calendar. Some poems will be seasonal, some less so. Hopefully all will give you some (festive) food for thought.
Share your thoughts on each poem either by leaving a comment here on the blog or emailing me at firstname.lastname@example.org. If you have a favourite Christmas poem or lyric that you’d like to feature in the calendar, as always, please let me know.
The vineyard country, russet, reddish, carmine-brown in this season.
A blue outline of hills above a fertile valley.
It’s warm as long as the sun does not set, in the shade cold returns.
A strong sauna and then swimming in a pool surrounded by trees.
Dark redwoods, transparent pale-leaved birches.
In their delicate network, a sliver of the moon.
I describe this for I have learned to doubt philosophy
And the visible world is all that remains.
(translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Robert Hass)