Bristling with merriment, full of good will,
As long as it’s up, there’s a holiday still.
Raise a tall fir or a small simulation; then
Ready yourself for the anticipation.
You know what I’m saying? Here’s more explanation:
Mass now ’round the Christmas tree, lively and bright,
And join in the chorus of Yuletide delight.
Napped with bright tinsel and shining glass balls,
In living room, dining room, front room or hall.
Let’s look at a gallery this midnight clear,
Of Christmas trees doodled with love and good cheer.
“We wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.”
And a bonus picture from 1107 Hope Street, Christmas 1957:
Prose from you is a given, but poetry is a very welcome surprise! Thanks for the photos – esp, 1957. Seems to sum up Christmas past!
Merry Christmas to you, yours and the Hope Street blog!
Lynn/Mom/Nana
LP records were fairly new to the Blumenau household in 1957, and we were just starting to build our collection. Unfortunately, you can read the titles: Lawrence Welk was for the parents (and maybe Grossee); Tap Dancing for Pleasure by Russ Morgan (an old swing guy) was Elaine’s – she was the coordinated one in the family; Benny Goodman was for my father, but I enjoyed it – dated style, to be sure, but he always led a very tight band; album on the right with the candles and faces was Christmas music. No Brahms or Coltrane…
Neat poetry!
Ho-ho-ho!
Your Fadda
Kurt,
I read your poem and my small heart grew three sizes today.
There are so many gifts in your blog today to be treasured.
“Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. Cheer to all Whos far and near. Christmas Day is in our grasp, so long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas Day will always be just as long as we have we. Welcome Christmas while we stand, heart to heart, and hand in hand.”
Happy Holidays!
The Grinch
The thing hanging from the ceiling was – I’m quite sure – a Bill Blumenau original creation; I wonder if, this being 1957, it was influenced by his interpretation of Sputnik, which was launched that year.
RB
These brightened my day.
Thank you. Keep Kryss in Kryssmas!
I am a bit late reading this post, but hot damn, I love it. (I couldn’t write a poem like that if I worked it full time for a year.) Due to a lack of space here in Condoland, our Christmas tree hangs from the ceiling, but it’s not as cool as Sputnik. Cheers to you and yours . . .
Thank you very much. Cheers also to you and the missus this holiday season.
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