However and whatever you celebrate in December, may it bring you and yours much joy and all good things. I offer these two poems for those who may be looking for some “all is calm.”

To read “Holidays” and “Another Kind of Christmas” click:

One of my favorite holiday poems is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, because it’s more introspective than most of his other works – a private moment outside all the hustle and bustle of most major holidays, but in particular for me, all our busy days during this holiday season.



by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;−
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;−a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.

“Holidays” is in the public domain.


I wrote this poem because my part of America is often mocked for its lack of connection to the “traditional” Christmas of colder climes:

Another Kind of Christmas

by Nona Blyth Cloud

A bright parched sky over cold cracked earth –
Our north wind stole the last tear from air’s face
Abandoning a static-crackling still life in its wake

Lights cover house fronts and the dead lawns,
Illumine green trees aglitter from some other world
Where snow rides their wind down to a sleeping earth

Dreaming of a spring which will have teased this sea-desert
Long before its welcome home among the tall green trees –
Our spring of tiny blue butterflies disappearing from the dunes

Too many Christmas songs buried in snow’s white dazzle,
Which never fell from some other world on Bethlehem
From a bright parched sky over cold cracked earth

“Another Kind of Christmas” – © 2015 by Nona Blyth Cloud



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Nona Blyth Cloud has lived and worked in the Los Angeles area for over 50 years, spending much of that time commuting on the 405 Freeway. After Hollywood failed to appreciate her genius for acting and directing, she began a second career managing non-profits, from which she has retired. Nona has now resumed writing whatever comes into her head, instead of reports and pleas for funding. She lives in a small house overrun by books with her wonderful husband.
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3 Responses to Holidays

  1. Both wonderful, Nona. Happy holidays!

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