Rebecca Canales
on September 30, 2023 90 views
In Celtic lands where Yule logs glow,
And ancient spirits freely roam,
We gather 'round in wintertime,
To sing the Christmas bells that chime.
The dawn is met with voices pure,
A melody that shall endure.
We climb the hills, the morning greet,
With vocal hymns in harmony sweet.
A Wishing Tree stands in the square,
With birch bark wishes hung with care.
In Colcannon and Cranachan,
We find the flavors of the clan.
The Yule fire dances, leaps, and sways,
As snowflakes join in mystic plays.
We don our garb of green and gold,
And celebrate the stories told.
Here in this scene of tranquil bliss,
A Celtic Christmas does exist.
A moment caught in time and song,
A place where all of us belong.
Categories: Music
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