Twelve Days of Christmas #5: Five Golden Rings

"Christmas Bells"
(CBC News)

Upon the sunrise a midnight dream

Passes over the mountainside with a gleam

It rings in the passing of the season

As the billowy winds bring in reason

On the fifth day the church bell ringed:

It first rang for the angelic fairy

Whose glimmering wings shone aplenty

Reflecting her presence with utmost grace

Like raindrops of silvery dew

Caressing the surface of the chalice.

Twelve Days of Christmas #4: Roasting of the Blackbird

"Blackbird Pie"(MWC Board)

On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...

In some cultures the bird is a treasure

Its charcoal wings covered in soot

As it flaps through the air

Encircling the prey that is below

For they are carrion eaters

And they see through people's eyes

Piercing the veils in which we hide

Inside our warm and comforting stockings.

It is tradition that old Mother Hubbard

Look into her pantry for flour

Butter, and a silver pan.

She licks her fingers of the sauce

And tastes of chicken after the stir

And into the oven she will bake

A blackbird pie, or rather a cake.

Although it may be frowned upon

In most cultures they say

Twelve Days of Christmas #3: Three French Hens

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

"Three French Hens" by Dylan Meconis
(Etsy)

A clutch of them chirped and stared

Their beady black eyes up in the air

They watched as goslings did

Until their mother came and they fed.

Not the hardened corn spread,

But the warm milk that was heaven's sent.

It was upon each Christmas day

That a glass would be put by the hay

Left for the father rooster and pheasants

Who would leave the most wonderful presents

So in the morning they would say,

“I have three french hens in the hay.”

Twelve Days of Christmas #2: Two Turtle Doves

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

"Two Turtle Doves" by Trudi Doyle
(Fine Art America)

Elegantly the snow falls down onto my finger tips

I put my sultry wet finger to my lips

It is cold to the touch, but boils deep red.

The warmth comes closer to bare

As our wings clasp around each other

And I can't stop this delightful feeling

The feeling of hearts soaring in the sky

Higher and higher, as we delve into a pile of snow

Its cold embrace nothing like the snowmen

But just cold enough to leave prickles on our nose.

Like two turtle doves who dive to the ground

Their hearts leaping over bounds

Knowing that this could be their last wish

But trust with each other a loving kiss

Underneath the twinkling stars at night

When the aurora shines most bright;

Like an ocean of green and red waves

Purple hairs and a yellowish haze.

It crashes upon us, but we don't care,

Because she is my turtle dove

And forever our lives we will share.

Question: "If there is someone who you love this holiday season, please show them how much you love them."

Twelve Days of Christmas #1: Partridge Feathers And Pears

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree!

"Partridge in a Pear Tree" by Etsy
(Polyvore)

High above in the sky was a whistle I heard

A whistle vibrantly sung with elegance

And when I heard the song I wondered

In my head, whether I would dance

Upon the clouds perhaps?

Kind of like jumping on your bed as a child

Except that the blankets and pillows flew

Higher and higher as you jumped

With the tears at the seams sending feathers

Up like a partridge and back down again.

“Hey look at all the snow!”

I'd point my fingers at all the feathers.

“The partridge left us a surprise”

Though I didn't quite believe my eyes

Not even for a moment, until now

Sweet as a pear was the moment

That I cherished it with a hugging embrace