Love Poem: The Faithful Are Happily Caroling
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Written by: Andrew Crisci

The Faithful Are Happily Caroling

The silver garlands are sparkling,
the golden bells are jingling... 
as the wind drifts and white flakes start to fall 
on the icicles of the pines;
how adorable is the maiden doll
who greets all with smiles!

The faithful are happily caroling,
joy and hope they bring to us
and to everyone hearing
their voices that spread the wonderful tidings!

Father Murphy
drinks sweet eggnog,
instead of whisky;
he plays spades
with his imagined saints
who accuse him of no wrong!

It's the only night
when folks are happier and nicer,
even kids don't fight
by the red log that burns much brighter!

Mother Angela
grins at Santa
who spoils her darlings
with gifts and cheers!




Written on 3/12/2016