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Sonnet XI: Christmas Morning 1969

Christmas was brighter when I was a child,
Squinting by the pale red light of the coils,
Electric resistance showing us spoils,
My sister would guess at the toys in piles,
“That must be yours”, she would whisper, all smiles,
Parents waking up, refreshed from their toils,
Mumbling bout whispers and how we were spoiled,
Hugging and kissing us all of the while,
Brothers running past Dad's wide open arms,
Headlong into bicycles, trains and cars,
Smiling, shouting “Look what Santa has brought!”
Wailing like a young boy Christmas alarm.
A morning memory, gone by so far,
Where the lessons of love and life were taught.

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This is my first Petrarchan Sonnet, hope you like it.

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  • Tam
    December 27, 2007

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    ooh girl! congrats!

    on the HM...
    I love this write!
    I feel like a kid everytime I read this one...
    thank you!
    hope you are toasty warm...I AM FREEZING TO DEATH...
    did Santa bring you lots of love and laughter?
    Blessings! Tammy

  • Judith Chandler
    December 27, 2007

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    I like the details of the Christmas morning and the way you've made a sonnet out of it. There isn't a lot of detail to place the poem in any particular time. I think the "pale red light of the coils" is a reference to some kind of heating used "back then" and you do use 1969 in the title. But it needs a bit more detail to tell us to make your memory lane come alive.

    Thank you for entering this enjoyable write.


  • Tam
    January 23, 2007
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    Oh dear...I love this!

    I feel like I am six years old and staring at the pile of undeserved toys beneath our Christmas tree...
    oh to be a child again...carefree and believing in Santa and that the world would always be so kind!
    LOL!!!!
    But, alas, my memories shall see me through!
    This is well penned and I found it a delight to read!
    You go, girl!
    Blessings! Tammy


  • lovingwife
    December 13, 2006

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    good write

    I think that this is a good poem but I think that you should have went into more detail, but other than that I think that it is a very good write.


  • Faded Existence
    December 2, 2006

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    This is wonderful! I really did enjoy this... it takes me back to when I was younger. Great job! Thanks for entering!!

    -Ambz


  • mzladyt
    December 1, 2006

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    very good

    Christmas's long ago were when Christmas was fun and care free. You did a great job bringing back some old memories for me.


  • Tercil gold member
    December 1, 2006
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    The learning curve of chilhood experience, a lovely reminisce!


  • CherylAnn
    November 30, 2006
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    Wow this took me back to when I was a kid.I loved the visual i got.oh memories,what great ones they are.I thought the flow was very nice and the imagery was great.Loved those good old days.....


  • Frozentearz
    November 30, 2006

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    I thought it was wonderful and I thank you for sharing some holiday spirit with us all, The pale red coil part brought me back to my own memories of Orange
    color candles in the windows of all the French people in my neighbor hood, sigh I miss those days..
    But I thank you for the memory.
    Love and Light
    Frozentearz


  • MotherMachineGunn
    November 30, 2006

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    Fantastic!

    This takes me back to my childhood on christmas morning. You portrayed it so wonderfully. Great imagery.
    Thank you for sharing it.
    ~MothermachineGunn~


  • pomegranate76
    November 30, 2006
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    I like this poem a great deal...I don't usually go in for sentiment, but this manages to encapsulate the sweetness of the past through the eyes of a changed person. It's deeper upon second reading than I would have initially expected

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