Christmas Song

I wrote this as a song a number of years ago. I wanted to write another Fairytale of New York............okay, okay, no harm trying or wishing. I gave it to a singer who insisted that it was a poem; I still see it as a song (albeit with an alternative beat) waiting for a melody.      

              Christmas Song

I remember frosted trees,

sugary sunlight on rotted leaves,

winter hedges crisp and still,

high above a blackbird’s trill.

And you with ice blue eyes

and brilliant smile

singing Silent Night and all the while

wishing

that Christmas was gone.

I remember frosted trees,

collecting cones for festive wreaths,

carols wafted on the air,

we stopped awhile to wonder where.

And you with ice blue eyes

and brilliant smile

singing Silent Night and all the while

wishing

that Christmas was gone.

I remember frosted trees,

crunching across the frozen fields,

two plaited trails that we made,

promise of  the life we’d braid.

And you with ice blue eyes

and brilliant smile

singing Silent Night and all the while

wishing

that Christmas was gone.

I remember frosted trees,

a bracelet made with holly beads,

I placed it in your hand,

said it would be our wedding band.

And you with ice blue eyes

and brilliant smile

singing Silent Night and all the while

wishing

that Christmas was gone.

            I remember frosted trees,

            how they’ve haunted me all these years;

            oh to have been half so wise

           I would have seen through your disguise.

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And you with ice blue eyes

and brilliant smile

singing Silent Night and all the while

wishing

that Christmas was gone.