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[Today's Mosaic -RED AND GOLD, 2 mall scenes and my Christmas curtains are up]

LOVE GIFTED
Gold frankincense and myrrh,
Gifts fit for the king of kings,
He in a manger lay;
With smiles and gurgles,
For animal friends looking on,

Sweet Mary; she swaddles him warm,
While angels sing his welcoming song.
Holy, holy, is the night
Emanuel he, our gift of love.
LOVE GIFTED © gillena cox 2018

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Merry Christmas Everyone❧✿❧
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #186, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to share one of your WRites.


Blog Hopping today with

Mosaic Monday #8
My Christmas Romance


AND


Ruby Tuesday Too
Carolers



ENJOY THE MUSIC



REVISIT
24 December 2015



GIFT CORNER [THE NICE LIST]
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[INVITATION]

Dear Friends, remember to stop by and join me in celebrating 12 Days of Christmas From December 25th 2018 to January 5th 2019.

The ELEVENTH SEASON OF THIS FESTIVAL at Lunch Break

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MERRY CHRISTMAS




COLLABORATING FOR CHRISTMAS
It was the day before Christmas, he was hungry, mighty hungry,
He stalked the pantry, the cupboards were empty,
He didn't want to sleep, he was too hungry for that
Guess what, no, not guest what? Guess what???

Shhhhhhhh!!!
The last festival he had eaten was, Halloween
No, not the last time he had eaten, the last festival!!!

For he was, The Eater Of Great Joy
But that, could never satisfy him.
Shudder, shudder!!!

He had heard about Santa.
He had heard about A Star.
Maybe he’s the magi
who never crossed the desert.

He felt so alone, so left back.
He waddled to the window,
For he thought he heard a flash
He opened his hungry mouth to taste stardust
Then he burped, and out flew Halloween
Spinning in reverse back to October.

Miracle of miracles, he felt his body shinning
He heard angels singing
He smelt a man in a red suit offering
Milk and cookies to him

Milk and cookies!!! are these eat-ables?
Yes! answered the dear old man and vanished
With a Ho Ho Ho

COLLABORATING FOR CHRISTMAS © gillena cox 2016

I am the prompter today at

We are collaborating for Christmas
In the above poem I have included two lines from Björn Rudberg
"Maybe he’s the magi
who never crossed the desert".

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[clip art from google dot com]

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” – Lewis Carroll

WINTER WONDROUS WARMTH
Twas such a wondrous time of sleep
Earth her blankets, white in heap
And when the night encroached on day
There lay he asleep, warm in the hay

Twas songs of angels, with riotous joy
Told everyone of, this darling little boy
Wise Kings three, and shepherds, went there
To wish him welcome, from far and from near.
WINTER WONDROUS WARMTH © gillena cox 2016

Blog hopping today at

Prompt Nights
Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories – [37]

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Edward Burne Jones - Star of Bethlehem
from google dot com


WE LOWED
I knew not, where from they came
but from the mouths of all
The story was the same
Nazareth in Gallilee,
To Bethlehem, this town in Judaea;
They traveled, to our lowly cattle shed;
And there it was, that ox, and I cattle, had
Witnessed the birth; of this dear sweet lad
The baby Jesus He
Awoke, to receive the gifts
From the Magi three;
Gold Frankincense and Myrrh, they did bring,
And at his feet, they laid it in the hay;
You'd swear He was a king.
© gillena cox, Pink Crush page 42


Written for Marian's prompt
The Tuesday Platform open mic
...to share a poem, old or new, from your blog.


❧✿❧SEASONS GREETINGS❧✿❧

Monday WRites 41

image from google dot com


NOEL
Gabriel
He did proclaim
His coming and His name
Emmanuel

Noel Noel Noel
May His peace with us remain
And His love our hearts acclaim
As spoken by the angel

A star shone bright
Three wise men
Gifts they did bring
On that heavenly night

Joy to the world Amen
The angels did sing
NOEL© gillena cox 2001 [also at poemhunter]



You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #41, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites

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STARRY STARRY NIGHT
on a cold wintry night
sparks of his historical birth

warmth of innocence that night
touched every grain of desert sand

a saviour there lay at night
happy the word for his coming

silencing the winds of the night
into the light of a thousand stars

yet brighter shone in the night
his manger star a guiding light
STARRY STARRY NIGHT© gillena cox 2015


Written for Kerry O'Connor's prompt
In A Grain of Sand ~ Micro Poetry



The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines... The subject matter is left wide open, but bear in mind the 'In a Grain of Sand' angle.

Wordle 192

image from public domain

With bleary eyes the lamb, they bleat;
A thousand stars perform,
The dance to night beat.
Always the same form,
Of moon wax and moon wane,
No need for panic or sweat.
Night enters, night leaves again.
Yet, there's one to come, to pay the debt;
To help mankind to redeeming grace.

Then, one star burns the inky sky bright;
To snag the thoughts of shepherds face.
There's rejoicing on high this night.
God-son redeeming born;
His choice a maiden blessed to bear him.
They gift the child so low-born,
And talk in whispers at the manger dim;
Three wise men in adoration,
To this the anointed son.
-- gillena cox


Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 192