Poetry Friday: Noel and Mistletoe

I’m still working on my Christmas spirit. I’ve seen A Christmas Carol, and that didn’t do it. So some of the time I’m all about candles, and mistletoe, and kisses underneath, and at other times, sometimes in the same day, Mr. Belloc and I share a remarkably similar outlook on life and Christmas. Take your pick.

By Walter de la Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen – and kissed me there.


Lines for a Christmas Card
By Hilaire Belloc

May all my enemies go to hell
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.

5 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Noel and Mistletoe

  1. I like the mistletoe poem the best. I’d like a kiss liekt that!

  2. I was feeling all sweet and mushy after the first poem…and then I got to the one by Belloc…haven’t seen that in year.

    First laugh of the morning! Thanks…

  3. Bwa-hahahahaha!
    Evil cackling laughter, and the inability to sing any Noels at church without a smile tugging at my lips. Hah! That’s SO BAD. And not at all what one is thinking in a crowded mall. No, never!

  4. I once used the Belloc lines as part of the year’s Christmas card. I was surprised how well it went over!

    The earlier the rest of North America gets in the spirit, say, the day after Halloween, the harder time I have. It’s coming, though, I think…

  5. Love the contrast! Belloc made me laugh out loud! That’s where my spirit resides right now. Like you, I’m still working on it.

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