Christmas Atmosphere
Tag: Christmas
Dreams
“In my morning mind
Wandering thru space and time
Distant sunset red”
Haiku–written by Leona J. Atkinson and Bruce L. Reed–12-05-15
at the Christmas in Carlton Festival–Carlton, OR.
I had an opportunity to write a poem on a canvas that many people had been painting on all day at the “Christmas in Carlton” Festival. The painting was in the booth of Bruce L. Reed, Artist who was displaying his art at the Festival. He had set up a blank canvas on an easel for people to take a try at painting while visiting his booth. All were welcome to participate as he said “There are no mistakes in art”. I declined to paint as I told him I was a writer, not a painter. He suggested I write a Haiku to put on the painting. He offered to collaborate and together we came up with the Haiku—his daughter suggested the title to be “Dreams”. Such a fun day! Thanks to Bruce L. Reed and Christmas in Carlton for this experience! 🙂
Alone on A Noel
This poem was created from an Anagram challenge. I wrote it using words found in my name Leona. I have always liked the fact that my name spelled backwards was “a noel”, so this was a fun challenge for me!
A Purpose
Christmas Time
Wise Men
(graphic from http://www.smilegodlovesyou.org)
December Celebration
(graphic from http://www.smilegodlovesyou.org )
Ruby Red Christmas
Crocheted Christmas Tree
(graphics from clker.com)
Sweet Dreams
(graphics from clker.com)
This poem was inspired by a lady I met at work who told me she was buying a special decorative box to place the homemade Sugar Plums in that she makes each Christmas for her husband. Her description of them sounded so absolutely wonderful that I said I would love to know how to make them too! She offered to email me the recipe! So my grand-daughter and I shall try making them for Christmas whenever her recipe arrives, but in the meantime I created this poem and am posting some information I found online about Sugar Plums,
what they are, and how to make them.
I hope you enjoy!
Cocoa Heaven–What Are Sugar Plums?
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“The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;”…
Twas the Night Before Christmas poem
by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 