We keep our own tree until Candlemas - the 2nd of February. The image is courtesy of Noah Wulf from Wikimedia Commons
Twelfth Night
The festivities were over,silenced was the fun,
down came the garlands
their season was done.
The cards from the mantelpiece,
and the cards from the wall,
the cards from kitchen,
and cards from the hall.
Dust on the mistletoe
and dust on the holly;
gone too was the drink
which made them so jolly.
Only the Christmas tree
still kept its glory,
angel and star still
told a Christmas story.
Tinsel and bauble
glowed in the soft light,
as the angel looked down
on the star shining bright.
The Christmas tree
looked lovely that day,
how could they now strip it,
and throw it away?
Sally Grey
Poetry by SallyGrey
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Written on 2026-01-09 at 14:27
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