Crismas the poem

We wish you a Merry Christmas,     Et desitgem Bones Festes

We wish you a Merry Christmas,      Et desitgem Bones Festes

We wish you a Merry Christmas,    Et desitgem Bones Festes

And a Happy New Year.                  I un feliç any nou.                  

Good tidings to you,                          Bones noticies par a tu,

And all of your kin,                           I tota la familia,                          

Good tidings for Christmas,               Bonas noticies per Nadal,

And a Happy New Year.                    I un feliç any nou.

We all know that Santa's coming,       Tots sabem que Santa be,

We all know that Santa's coming,       Tots sabem que Santa be,

We all know that Santa's coming,       Tots sabem que Santa be,

And soon will be here.                      I aviat estara aquí.

Good tidings to you,                          Bones noticies par a tu,

And all of your kin,                            I tota la familia,    

Good tidings for Christmas,                Bonas noticies per Nadal,

And a Happy New Year.                   I un feliç any nou.

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

We wish you a Merry Christmas,

And a Happy New Year.

Crismas the poem

The comet casts its own shadows

Pausing, somewhere north

To absorb the midnight dreams

Of children and

Luminous refrains

Of  the absolute snow.

The whole world seems to be up late:

Existing between presence and some

Biblical space…

Out, where that bright star begins.

The season’s breeze sings

(With the pageants of frost),

To the sacred structure

Of the Christmas dawn.

And they arrive:

These spirits of reason

With their language of lights;

Flaring and feasting

On unsleeping prayers.

We hear them-

Their copper voices

Ghosting the night

Through the candle-flame

Flicker of trees.

‘White is the colour of the heart’ they cry

As the world makes merry and the logs

Burn low.

‘Regard the ash of the Christmas fires.

Does it resemble snow?’