Christmas carols

 

Christmas in Australia sand

For some reason this year I have a hankering for Christmas carols.  Perhaps they are reminiscent of the Christmas of my childhood – being in a carol party and the sense of belonging and community, the shared experiences as a family at Christmas time, the carefree and bountious occasion… Perhaps I am reminded this year more so than before the meaning of Christmas…

To be frank, I almost always spend time with the kids watching a carols concert on Christmas Eve.  This year will be no different… I hope. 🙂

So here’s to share my favourite carols which never cease to cause me to sing along… Scary thought, right 🙂 ?

 

O Holy Night, originally a French song written in late 1840s and later translated to English American writer, John Sullivan Wright in the late 1860s.

 

Little Drummer Boy, written by Katherine Davis in 1941 based on a Czech carol.

 

When a child is born, which melody was written in 1972 by Italian composer, Cirro Dammicco, and the English lyrics a few years later by Fred Jay.

 

For you who celebrate Christmas, take time to remember the true meaning of Christmas – the message of love, hope and grace.

I wish for all of you delightful company, scrumptious foods and hearty laughter during the holidays and the year ahead.  May you experience love, hope and grace!

And by the way:

Christmas in Australia

See you in 2015!

– FlorenceT

 

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Haiku Prompt Challenge #24 – Innocence, Life

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #24 – Innocence, Life

 

fantasy_girl

 

Pure, as the snowfall

Your life beguiles unnoticed

Chills, darkens my soul.

– FlorenceT

 

 

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – T S Eliot

Silver Threading’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday – T S Eliot

 

Emotions

Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware
of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being,
to which we rarely penetrate;
for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

                                                                       T. S. Eliot
 
– FlorenceT

 

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Here’s what’s on Top of my Christmas Tree – what’s on Yours?

This is what is on top of my Christmas tree this year.  It’s a family tradition to have a star, to shine the way for the year ahead.  It is of course crucial to the nativity story, right? 🙂

And by posting this, I am helping Angela and Hugh raise up to £250 for charity.

Christmas star

I have a similar gold star. Depending on the colour theme for the year (yes, I do a colour theme each year!), either a gold or silver is placed on top of the tree.  My daughter decided the colour theme for this year: silver baubles and all colours for the other decorations.  A good time to let our traditional decorations out of the box!

Here is my tree for 2014:

Christmas tree 2014

Now, why not show what is on top of your Christmas tree? Post on your blog and help Angela and Hugh at Hugh’s Views & News to contribute to charity.  To find out what to do, go to Angela and Hugh’s post.

 

– FlorenceT

 

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A song for you…

 

 

It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind
The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat
But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again
‘Cause I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind
So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears
But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again
So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker’s land
So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say
‘Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be
And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again
– FlorenceT

#books #boOKs & more #BOOKS Recommendations from @FTThum

Lit World Interviews

If you are in doubt as to which books (I am using plural as I presume one won’t be enough! 🙂 ) to read over the holiday season, here aresome suggestions from some creative and innovative peoplewho were presenters on the TED stage.

I have only read 5 of the many on that list, I’d better get cracking… If you wish, listen to the TED Talks of these talented people.  They seem interesting and might just inspire… I for one plan to catch up on my viewing… thus speaketh the nerd 🙂

OR you can browse these Lists for ‘recommendations’:

If you are into poetry…

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Talking dirty … about Beauty

 

Chinese beauty in traditional costume  “Beauty. The power by which a woman charms a lover and terrifies a husband.” 

    Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914) American writer, satirist

 

 

 

Being Chinese, it is imperative for me to put across alternate/different image of beauty? 🙂

  Till next time,
  – FlorenceT
 
P/S Why talking dirty? See the first post on this series.

Haiku Prompt Challenge #23 – Night, Breathe

RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge #23 – Night, Breathe

 

tears of the night

 

Choking, tears streaming

Your scent fills these lonely nights

Breathing your desire.

– FlorenceT

 

 

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Mocking words

Mocking words

A tired mind
A weary heart
Bereft of words
Immobilised.

Stranded in space
Alone, forlorn
Mocking words sound
Pierce the wounded soul.

Shards of glass
Rains, punctures
Prisms of colours
Shielding its nature.

– FlorenceT

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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Maya Angelou

Silver Threading’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Maya Angelou

 

Maya Angelou

I care, so I begin,
I dare, so I persist.

An inspiration, a mantra…a light on my path.

– FlorenceT

 

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