By Joyce Jacobo
[Author’s Note: Based on a bit of a history lesson about the creation of Christmas carols.]
As the years unfurl like a roll of twine
some things endure with the toll of time
Among them those ancient songs
first heard around bonfires as people danced along
after the harvest season was done
as they waited in the Winter darkness for the Spring dawn
Carols as we know them today
sometimes accompanied performances or plays
Β or they got sung on the doorsteps of families who might delight
to have a choir deliver sweet music on frosty night
on occasion in exchange for the payment of a meal
which for many was a miraculous deal
When Christmas carols developed countless people rejoiced
to celebrate this holiday in the language of their choice
much different than the solemn Latin hymns some knew
from church as they stood amid the pews
Several of those same holiday carols are still with us today
filled with a freedom that is here to stay
passed from one generation to the next
as a wonderful form of oral text
Thank you for the beautiful poem and your thoughts of wisdom!
Joanna
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Aww, thank you! Christmas carols are just so intriguing, I couldn’t resist sharing what I’d learned.
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A beautiful tradition
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Beautifully penned My Friend. How the season of carols resonates.
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Agreed. That sweet music fills the air, and it’s wonderful.
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Absolutely beautiful , Joyce. Love this.π
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I’m thrilled you enjoy it, Grace. Carols are intriguing.
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I sure did. Absolutely. π
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Hooray! Or, perhaps as we’d hear it in the carols, Hallelujah!!!
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πππ
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