The night is swiftly passing on
and I must ring the bell.
Holiday winds blow sweetly
the words which I now tell.
Come winter, come yuletide,
mid-season’s hearts now swell.
Each year passes labors long
tween our joyous meetings.
But upon the calendar now sits
a time for kinfolk greetings.
We’ll raise our song to drink
and share in bounty’s eatings!
Do not delay my friends
let us know you’re coming.
Let not the children with
the babysitter be slumming.
All are welcome and wanted
only frowns are unbecoming.
Just something fun I wrote for an invitation to a Christmas party. I thought I’d share it, though it is not my usual work. Enjoy. My wife said it is something between Tolkien’s poems and Dr Seuss.
Good holiday invitation…enjoyed it.