Christmas Jingles, Inside a Snowy Hollow

Christmas Jingles, Inside a Snowy Hollow     Christmas Jingles, Inside a Snowy Hollow

Oh writers block and resistant wind!
Please wash me away, before all else fails.
Oh Aphrodite!  Please cultivate the holiday blossoms!
So that a Poinsettia may swallow me whole!
So that we, may enter Godric’s layer . . . .
Which is the Kingdom of White.

My wishes are granted.
My dreams are true.
I can now view my illusions from the inside.
Jingle . . Jingle . . .  Jingle . . . .

Julia.  Julia!
Grace me with your presence!
Let us embrace the mistletoed doors!
And the splendid spruce.
The spruce that provides the wreaths, and the trees that wear the bulbs . . . .
In order to light the season.
O Julia!  Enter our realm!

All is silent inside the kingdom.
The snow lacks print, and I, you.
What is this game you play?
Are you lost?  Aren’t I found?
Show me the way!

Jingle . . Jingle . . . Jingle . . . .
An eerie sound I must hear.
It is bright, but lacks cheer.
The bell tones vary, so who must this be?
Maybe an angel, or a lonely Virgin Mary?

No!  It is a messenger!
An at-the-moment descendent of Hermes.
The Ghost of Christmas Past, maybe?
Yes!

For away in a dream cloud . . . .
The eeriness lingers amidst the chapped mountain air.
The bells speak to me. The voice answers me.
“Julia! Julia!  Love her no more!
Please note that the real world trapped her lonely soul!”

Could it be true?
Did the poinsettia wilt before a Christmas miracle?
I believe so.  Because all is silent again.
Shaded sound is forever present, inside the Kingdom of White.

All that I needed was love.
A magical, Merry Christmas.
Inside a safe, snowy hollow.
Just me and my bride.
Me and Julia, side by side.
Despite perseverance, my dreams are false.
Real, is true.

Oh Aphrodite!  Ready the pistils!
Slingshot me into reality!  So that the world may swallow me whole!
So that I, may exit Lord Godric’s layer!
So that I, may long for real love!
Because I missed Julia’s jovial jingles.

The Kingdom of White is dead.
Jingle . . Jingle . . . Jingle . . . .
Pshhhhhhh.

Robert Alexander Deason       Peace

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