Riding his pure white stallion,
Black Peter by his side,
Saint Nicholas goes from house to house,
to see what he can find.
Wooden plates, the children have,
before the fireplace laid,
nearby some hay to feed the steed,
before the Saint's next visit's made.
In notes, neat-laid upon each plate,
he reads the children's promises for the coming year,
then loads the plates with gifts for them
before he, the elf and the stallion, finally disappear.
A contest entry
- In Honor Of My 50th Gold Trophy On AP by BluesMan.
3000 points, ended February 27, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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That is a really lovely tale of a tradition from another era and another country. From a far more innocent time and such a welcome gentle read. Thank you
Sheila
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Sheila
Thankyou for reading, commenting, and for your very generous applause.
I send you, from 'down-under', my best wishes for a very Happy New Year.
Shenton
PS The smiling weather forecasters tell me I can enjoy temperatures in the mid 30s Celsius for the next few days into the New Year.
We migrated here from Sheffield, Yorks to Perth, Western Australia 51 years ago so have become quite accustomed to celebrating Christmas and New Year in the middle of our Summer. I wonder wherabouts in England you will be on 01 01 09.
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This is quite a diffferent take on the Saint Nicholas Christmas tale rhyme and neter was pretty good Thank you ffor entering my contest
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BluesMan
Thankyou for your comments and for your very generous applause.
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Lovely!
This takes one back to the forests of when~
Cottagers' children snugged in under warm thatched lofts ... and shiver with anticipation.
May the Elf never disappear from Christmastide!
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Siderea
Thankyou for reading and commenting, and for your very generous applause.
Best wishes from 'down-under'.
Shenton
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