23 December 2010

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Long-Skirts said...


Purple, purple,
Purple, pink,
In evergreen
The candles sink.

Candle's age?
One thousand yeared,
With four, four-thousand
'Fore He appeared.

Each Sunday four,
In front of Yule
When she arrived
Upon a mule.

A revolution
Round the stall,
Till suddenly
On knees were all!

Like priest incensing
Hallowed altar,
To bear her Son,
All kneel, none falter.

Firm, determined,
With veins of gold,
Great stubborn priest!

A Merry Christmastide to all!!