December 11th
The Christmas Life by Wendy Cope (taken from The Book of Christmas edited by Fiona Waters and mentioned in a previous post). This poem was previously published in If I Don’t Know (Faber).
I have been a fan of Wendy Cope’s verse for a long time, since someone gave me a present of Making Cocoa for Kingsley Amis (Faber) when I worked in a Birmingham bookshop in the 1990s.
This festive poem celebrates the zest and spirit of Christmas: the living greenery brought inside the house with its hint of spring to come; bright colours on the tree; memories both happy and sad and the hopefulness of a new beginning for all of us.
Here are the first and last verses:
Christmas Life
Bring in a tree, a young Norwegian spruce,
Bring hyacinths that rooted in the cold,
Bring winter jasmine as its buds unfold,
Bring the Christmas life into this house.
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Bring in the shepherd boy, the ox and ass,
Bring in the stillness of an icy night,
Bring in a birth, of hope and love and light,
Bring the Christmas life into this house.
I hope that you are enjoying these Advent snippets of poetry and prose both old and fairly new. It has proved to be an enjoyable writing and reading challenge for me and I am re-discovering many old favourites along the way.
(photo: Chris Mills)
Until tomorrow…
