Four Poems and a Christmas Card

Hello friends,

Happy Holidays to all!

Four seasonal poems this week. But before that, I’d like to share with you my interest in bizarre Victorian Christmas cards. You can find a few here. This one might be my favourite:

Here are two anagram-poems for the pagans among you:

SATURNALIA (Anagrammed Lines)

Saturnalia
is a natural
ritual, as an
aura.... Latin's
aural satin.

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WINTER SOLSTICE (Anagrammed Lines)

Winter Solstice:
Written close is
woe. Strict lines
wrestle in stoic
selections, writ
low in its secret.

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A Christmas palindrome:

CHRISTMAS! (Palindrome)

Noël.
I’m still.
I fog, risen.

I, with gift, nod.
I don’t fight....

I wine!
Sir — go fill it.
Smile on.

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And finally, a lipogram that uses only the ten letters of its title: f, a, t, h, e, r, c, i, s, and m.

FATHER CHRISTMAS (Lipogram)

At Christmastime,
a charismatic,
arctic artist stirs....

Fat as a heifer,
he feasts;
he creates.
He cherishes sherries.
He caters. He sates.

As free as a feather,
he reaches afar.
He scatters his treats.
He traces the stars.

He characterises cheer.