In infancy and when we are grown
be it angelic or curmudgeon-ed tone
in millions murmured morning hums
let gifts, presents, and holy wishes come.
From the North, South, East, West
overtime workers and those in holiday rest
best of friends and enemies grievously wrong'ed
shine a beacon of warm light and a simple song.
Let our music inside arise and play
issuing a dance the body must obey
as joyous words circle and sail like gentle doves
and hearts precipitate passionate love.
Children look into cotton clouds overhead
for flying reindeer and men in Arctic red.
'Round knight tables and bachelors breakfast'ing alone,
make this "Merry Christmas" your very own.
- Aurin Squire
be it angelic or curmudgeon-ed tone
in millions murmured morning hums
let gifts, presents, and holy wishes come.
From the North, South, East, West
overtime workers and those in holiday rest
best of friends and enemies grievously wrong'ed
shine a beacon of warm light and a simple song.
Let our music inside arise and play
issuing a dance the body must obey
as joyous words circle and sail like gentle doves
and hearts precipitate passionate love.
Children look into cotton clouds overhead
for flying reindeer and men in Arctic red.
'Round knight tables and bachelors breakfast'ing alone,
make this "Merry Christmas" your very own.
- Aurin Squire
1 comment:
Reading these quatrains reminded me of a professor who used poetry to explain complex research concepts. One holiday season, he challenged us to write our own academic-themed verses—and mine unexpectedly became the intro to a research article. With refinement, that paper eventually made it into a Scopus journal publication service. It’s proof that even festive creativity can spark serious scholarship.
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