Christmas in a Snow-Covered World

Christmas has always been my favourite time of year, especially as a child. I would wish for snow, which never came, and long for time with my family, remembering the birth of Jesus. Now I am an adult, it is a joy to frame these memories in poetry and share with you. I hope my words awaken your imaginations when you live through snowless Christmases like I do. I hope the birth of Jesus fills your heart with joy, love, and unimaginable peace, as you sit around the Christmas tree with your family. And I hope you will enjoy these words, as much as I did when I wrote them! Merry Christmas!

Pine trees covered in snow.
The cones have already fallen,
and holly grows between its branches.

My footsteps on the ground,
leave a trail in the fresh snow,
and I look up at the clear blue sky,
where my breath makes new clouds.

As I close my eyes,
I can hear angels singing in the distance.

Instantly recognizing the melody,
the words engraved in my soul,
easily find their way out of my mouth,
and when I open my eyes again,
I can see them all around me.

Praise God in the highest,
and peace on earth for all mankind.

The Messiah has come,
and the whole world needs to know it.
So, I keep on walking,
through this snow-covered world,
until I find the stable,
and I can sing my Christmas song,
to a baby in a manger,
that one day becomes my beloved Savior.

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Do not use without permission! Thank you!

Vienna

Dancing a waltz
under a starlit sky
and the sparkling lights
remind me of the time
when we were in Vienna
walking ancient streets
listening to the silent sound
of Mozart and Beethoven
Butterflies fluttering
and spring flowers
opening their petals wide
The laughter still echoes
in my memory
and when I close my eyes
I can go back in time
and walk those streets
with you by my side!

My mother and I in Vienna Austria.
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Do not use without permission! Thank you!

When Memories are Made

You are only young once!
something you only realize,
when you are old enough to understand,
there is no going back.
Tears mix with laughter,
as memories flood my mind,
presenting themselves like photographs,
yellow and almost falling apart.
Time has gone by so fast,
and only now, I wish, I could turn it back.
People have come and gone.
I would give the world,
to see them one more time!
On my grandfather’s knee,
or next to my dad eating nectarines,
while having a picknick on the grass.
I would give everything to see,
my mom laugh one more time!
The essence of gratitude,
is knowing that once a memory is made,
it never really comes back.

Written by: Gineke van Keulen
Written today: 20 July 2024