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“Christmas Lights Snowball Through Time…”: – Promote Yourself

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Because She Moved On: – Promote Yourself

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I bet it will snow this Christmas


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Nottingham Castle


I’ve had a bet

That it will be a white Christmas

The bookie just laughed

but he still took my money

I said don’t laugh

There will definitely be snow

On this Christmas day,

But he gave me odds at 5/2

The bookie thinks he’s funny

Now he has my money

And got one over on me,

But he won’t be laughing

Because the weather forecast

Does forecast snow on Christmas day,

The last time it snowed

In Nottingham was 25 years ago

On Christmas day

 Thomas Sims

In the bleak mid winter your favourite Christmas poem

Winter in Switzerland, by Jasper Francis Cropsey (1823-1900)
In the bleak mid-winter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak mid-winter
Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him
Nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away
When He comes to reign:
In the bleak mid-winter
A stable-place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty,
Jesus Christ.

Enough for Him, whom cherubim
Worship night and day,
A breastful of milk
And a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels
Fall down before,
The ox and ass and camel
Which adore.

Angels and archangels
May have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim
Thronged the air,
But only His mother
In her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the Beloved
With a kiss.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb,
If I were a wise man

I would do my part,
Yet what I can I give Him,
Give my heart.

Christina Rossetti

1872

On This Christmas Night

 Christmas night gillian

The snowflakes glisten

The children listen

For Santa on his sleigh

Church bells are ringing

The choir is singing

On this Christmas night

The Christmas tree

Stands dressed in gold

With presents

Sparkling and bold

White carpets of snow

Lay all of aglow

The stars sparkle bright

On this Christmas night

The mince pies are out

Next to the pint of stout

Awaiting Santa Claus

On this cold winters night

As children wait

For the night to unfold

When all of their dreams

Will turn to gold

 

Gillian Sims

What happened on Christmas eve

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Christmas Poem

I wrote this poem because it really makes people laugh and think about what happens on Christmas Eve when they are asleep. It also makes you think about the times you may have left your fire burning and what might have happened to Santa.

© Peyton
As Santa came down,
The chimney with care.
Below was the fire,
With a steaming hot flare.
As Santa squirmed down,
And his bottom was burned.
He threw down the presents,
And simply turned.
His reindeer blew,
The fire out.
And that’s when we heard him,
let out a shout.
He woke up the neighbors,
We saw him leave.
That’s why there’s no fire,
On Christmas Eve.
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