I used to watch the snowfall
Like magic from the sky,
Believed in twinkling windows
And reindeer passing by.
But these days lights feel colder,
And December’s far too long—
Still, something stirs inside me
When I hear those old-time songs.
So sing me a Christmas song,
One that takes me back again
To the child I was before
The world got heavy in my hands.
Let the melody remind me
Of a place where I belong.
If there’s any hope left in me—
Sing me a Christmas song.
I walk past crowded storefronts
And I barely even see
The carolers and garlands
That once meant home to me.
But somewhere in the shadows
Of a faded memory,
A choir hums “O Holy Night,”
And it warms what’s left of me.
So sing me a Christmas song,
One that takes me back again
To the child I was before
The world got heavy in my hands.
Let the melody remind me
Of a place where I belong.
If there’s any hope left in me—
Sing me a Christmas song.
Maybe joy’s not gone forever,
Maybe it’s just slow to rise.
Maybe all it needs is music
To reopen winter skies.
And if tonight the snow starts falling,
I might hum along at last—
A fragile little echo
Of a long-lost Christmas past.
So sing me a Christmas song,
Let the old bells ring again.
I’m reaching out to find the spark
I thought I’d never feel again.
Wrap the midnight in a memory,
Let the quiet pull me on—
‘Til my heart begins to whisper:
“Sing me a Christmas song.”
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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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Comments3
This poem sounds like one in weight or anticipation of a season that they enjoy and that they long for. They are waiting for the signal of snow to begin it. Nicely written with good rhyme and good meter. It has a song like quality to it.
Your poem revolves around nostalgia, longing for the innocence of childhood, and the search for hope and joy during the Christmas season. The poet reflects on how the magic of Christmas has faded with time, feeling disconnected from the joy it once brought. The poem captures the desire to reconnect with that lost sense of wonder through music and memories, suggesting that music has the power to evoke emotions and rekindle hope.
Corny and predictable as hell... and as lovely and soft as crystal snowflakes crashing on the spruce tree.
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