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  • Home
  • 12 Days of Litmag 2022
  • About Us
  • Announcements
  • Archives
  • Art Prompts
  • Fall 2021
  • “Rain”by ElizabethKirby ‘22
  • “Cloud watching” by Elizabeth Kirby ‘22
  • 12 Days of Christmas 2021
  • Contest Winners
  • Collection of Halloween poems by Brooke
  • “What Autumn Brings” by Vicki Parent ‘24
  • “8.20” by Addison Brenizer ‘25
  • “Villian” by Elizabeth Kirby
  • Writing Prompts
  • More Inspiration
  • 12 Days of Litmag 2019
  • Candy Crazy
  • “Chancing Clouds” by Elizabeth Kirby ‘22

Christmas Poem
by Rachel Simone '20 and Hannah Pignato '20

Christmas o Christmas
Where art thou?
Where art thou festive jingles that bring out Kris Kringle?

We’ve searched for you in tightly wrapped tinsel and glittery garland
In bright bows and rigid wrapping paper
And warm holiday embraces of friends and family

We’ve searched for you in the scent of freshly baked cookies,
The scent of winter pine filling your nose,
And Grandmas favorite perfume surrounding you, producing comfortableness

We’ve looked for you in the voices of children, singing songs that will never be forgotten,
in the snow tap-tapping on the ceiling of a perfectly cozy cabin
And in the fire who snaps its fingers and creates sparkly sparks

We’ve looked for you in the love shared throughout the holiday,
And the heat the comes from newly formed flames,
As well as the cold bite of winter which makes us wrap ourselves in scarves and mittens

We’ve looked for you in the taste of grandad’s old English triffle,
And the regret the coils like a snake when someone doesn’t like what you’ve given
And finally the taste of blood from biting a lip in anticipation

We’ve been searching for you far and wide
Christmas o Christmas
Where art thou?

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