When Joseph was an old man, An old man was he, He married Virgin Mary, The Queen of Galilee. He married Virgin Mary. The Queen of Galilee. Joseph and Mary Walked through an orchard green. There were cherries and berries As thick as might be seen, There were cherries and berries As thick as might
The Cherry Tree Carol When Joseph was an old man, An old man was he, He married Virgin Mary, The Queen of Galilee. He married Virgin Mary. The Queen of Galilee. Joseph and Mary Walked through an orchard green. There were cherries and berries As thick as might be seen, There were cherries and berries
A Visit From La Bufana On the 13th of December, 2021, the New York Times reported that a certain Monsignor Stagliano of the Diocese of Noto in Sicily had recently told a group of children that Santa Claus did not exist. La Bufana was furious. Some heartless priest had denied the existence of Santa Claus!
Comparative Monstrosity Baba Yaga’s a hideous witch. Baked baby’s her favorite dish. One of her legs is bare bone. She lives in a fey mobile home: A hut that on chicken legs walks As the children of Russia she stalks. Even worse, she can take to the sky In a pestle that’s able to fly.
Comparative Monstrosity Baba Yaga’s a hideous witch. Baked baby’s her favorite dish. One of her legs is bare bone. She lives in a fey mobile home: A hut that on chicken legs walks As the children of Russia she stalks. Even worse, she can take to the sky In a pestle that’s able to fly.
“A writer is not different from a reader, in that the common ragbag of orthodoxies and assumptions is what the poet has to work with as well.” – Seamus Heaney
When I was a small boy, I was a little confused about December 25th. I knew it was the birthday of Baby Jesus, and because he got presents, I got presents too, even though my birthday was in September. I thought it was very nice of Baby Jesus to make Santa Claus give me presents
“The essence of elephant hunting is discomfort in such lavish proportions that only the wealthy can afford it.” ¬ – Beryl Markham, West With The Night Tembo, Monarch of the African forest, The grandest and wisest land creature there is, May soon go extinct unless people protest The use of his tusks in the jewelry
Every day there’s a large flock of turkeys that strut Down our driveway, conversing in gobbles and clucks. On Thanksgiving Day we eat everything but Such amiable birds. It would bring us bad luck To devour our neighbors, who mean us no harm And are handsome, to boot, with a certain odd charm To their
Autumn’s blazon’s gone. The colors of the woods are Rust and verdgris.