In the comfort of my easy chair, beside the fire place
look back on this Christmas along with ones long past
soft warm fuzzy slippers warm mug in my hand
smile and reminisce thinking how things used to be

Long shadows hang over me, old I am a getting
but my remembrances shine brightly in this old mind
wooden sleds, oranges were great, pair of knitted socks
small simple things, yet we always wanted

In the quiet of my own den by the fire glowing
feel the heat and remember back, to the one at home
peace and quiet, even harmony during the season
smiles and unity, oh things were great

Snowflakes falling, scads of them wafting down
remember back then, we always dreamed of snow for Christmas
tomorrow I must shovel and plow, now I smile and remember
how fast things are now, opposed to the good old slow ones

Whispers of days and years past, of life in general
I feel the grim reaper, scythe over his shoulder
so many I have seen, oh the changes have been plenty
yet I smile and down deep, them I still enjoy

Remembrances and reminiscing take up a lot of my time
guess I am just old, getting feeble, have not lost my mind
fuss and grouse, gripe and moan, but to tell the truth
I enjoy seeing them, as I remember yesteryear.

© By Tom (

New Year's Eve

Today is New Year’s Eve, about which English poet Alfred Lord Tennyson (books by this author)wrote: "The year is going, let him go; ring out the false, ring in the true." Missouri-born writer Mark Twain, on the other hand, proclaimed that “New Year's is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions.” Another Missouri-born writer, Bill Vaughn, said that “Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to.” Bill Vaughan also said, “An optimist stays up until midnight to see the New Year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.”

People across the world tonight will be linking arms at the stroke of midnight and singing “we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne”, from the Scottish folk song popularized by Robert Burns. In Scotland, they’ll be singing it at Hogmanay, which is what New Year’s Eve and its celebrations are called there. It’s a name derived from an Old French word for a gift given at the New Year.

There’s a tradition at Hogmanay known as “first-footing” , where right after midnight, a person from outside the house scrambles into the house of a neighbor or friend with some small gifts --- becoming the first person to bring good fortune for the new year. In this Scottish tradition, it’s important that the first-footer is a tall dark-haired male. Anything else could mean bad luck.

Customs vary by region within Scotland and include, decorated herrings, fireballs, pipe bands, fruit cakes --- and invariably, song and whiskey. Scottish-American humorist Craig Ferguson described Scotland’s Hogmanay celebrations like this: “It is a time when people who can inspire awe in the Irish for the amount of alcohol that they drink decide to ramp it up a notch."

© By Cottage Lady (

The Old Year is Whispering Past

The old year is whispering past
It hurried through ever so fast
Tomorrow a new year begins
As our old world spins and spins

What will the new year bring to me
Will it fetch happiness and glee
It’s a cold winter that’s a fact
Seems warmth is something that we lack

And politics go on and on
Wish that it would scram and be gone
China owns us it would appear
Our National debt is in arrear

What will our grandchildren’s lives be
Will America still be free
Too many taxes and are laws
Too many steal freedom with their cause

Yes the old ways have whispered past
Scurrying away ever so fast
Tomorrow a new year begins
As our old world spins and spins

© By Sharon (

In the Quiet of the Night

In the quiet of the night
When most are fast asleep
Roosting in a tree nearby
I hear birds softly cheep

Stars are glistening in sky
Old moon shining ever so bright
Quilted blanket takes away chill
In the quiet of the night

In the quiet of the night
Not a thing astir that I can hear
No televison blares or radio
Nestled in bed with nothing to fear

But then a freight train roars on by
I awaken with such a start
Tis just my spouses awful snore
That caused my thumping heart

In the quiet of the night
When he is fast asleep
He snores fiercely as he lay
With blankets piled on him in heap

© By Sharon (

Evening Snow

Snowflakes falling, largely floating
In a whispering white out
Crepuscular skylight
Each branch etched in
White frosting –
Popsicle trees,
Sugar glazed lollipops,
Gumdrops, globular clusters,
Tomorrow’s sun and wind
Will shake the magic from your branches
But tonight you are serene and surreal.

© By Cottage Lady (

Other New Years

In the comfort of my home,
Long shadows fall silently across the floor.

In the quiet of the evening,
snowflakes are falling softly but not against my door.

Whispers of the past float on the air,
As I sit alone in my chair;

Remembering days long gone...
and other New Years dawning fair.

© By Phyllis Ann (

The Party's Over

Suddenly, the world has stopped!
Like a speeding car at a railroad crossing,
Red and green have turned to white,
Blank glares the morrow, past lies ’neath old mossing.

In the utter quiet of “the party’s over,”
Crashing gongs’ vibrations cease,
Still, in long shadows of past memories,
We will live in the comfort of learned peace.

© By Norma (


Christmas Cards

Advent Two Thousand Ten

Look What I See

High in the Sky


Christmas Lights

Merry Christmas to All


Santa Antics

The True Meaning of Christmas

Where Is He?

A Heartfelt Christmas

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