A Rural Christmas Scene

In the valley down below 

stands a farmhouse in the snow.

Rolling hills of evergreen

gently frame the tranquil scene.

O’er a stream that cuts the ridge, 

sits an oak-plank covered bridge.

And a Sunday-meetin’ church, 

high above the bank does perch.

Lamps that glow from windows warm, 

smile at clouds that threaten storm.

Soft gleam in the twilight makes

tiny stars of falling flakes.

Bridge and buildings charm the nights

with their strings of Christmas lights.

 How those decorations shine

in these scene-rapt eyes of mine.

On A Scotch Pine

Hanging there is a dangling cat

With a knitted scarf and a matching hat,

Silent bells, and a pewter boat,

A ceramic girl in a red felt coat.

Someone sits on a frosty sleigh

Above tiny wreaths and a small bouquet.

Angels fly near a rocking horse

And on top there sits a bright star, of course.

Furthermore many branches hold

Pretty twinkling lights and a garland gold.

All these baubles and trinkets bloom

On a tall Scotch Pine in my living room.