In Sweden we have this tradition of writing rhymes that hint at what your Christmas presents contains. We celebrate on Christmas Eve. The day starts with what my children call Santa porridge (Swedish rice pudding). The adults try to prep for the feast while the kids wait for presents. Many sit down at three o’clock to watch a traditional Disney medley on telly. Then go on to have the biggest dinner of the year – Julbord.
When dinner is cleared away, it’s time for the gifts under the three, or maybe delivered by the neighbor dressed as Santa. Many families have a tradition of everyone sitting around opening one gift at a time, round and round, until all gifts are opened. The gift rhymes are for many part of this tradition.
This gift might rattle Many sided polyhedrons for battle Land to farm for food Markets for the shrewd Mountains to mine for ore Magic forests to explore Trough the rules will be unfurled How to be the ruler of this world
This is for thee Found under the tree A set of three
One handy in size for notable everyday moments One sultry black for noting those black torments One ruby red for novellas in your sensual parlance
All year round I wish thee well Blank lines for my hearts mademoiselle Empty pages for your muse to indwell
No, I’m sorry to say I don’t carry cash today
But, wait. Don’t go… I have this bag of clothes for goodwill today You can have first pick What do you say?
Yes, I know this leads to stares We remind all these commuters here today The holidays are for sharing good fortunes At least, that’s what we all say
Written for the last prompt of the year at dVerse ~ Meet the bar with gift rhymes, where Björn shared this Swedish tradition. As guessing are part of it I haven’t told you what my two first presents contain. Can you guess?
I will however tell you that the last rhyme is a scene from real life.
I burn this so it may die within me Leaving fertile ashes where new life-pattern can grow I burn this to signify re-birth To give the seeds sown space and nourishment to grow I burn this to signify my Will set Writing my pain, Finding peace Dancing with soul Showing passion Self-loving in heart Accepting philia
You and I were never more than a fantasy within a dream A great whirlwind romance never felt with swelling hearts A happily ever after never built with loves first blush Or eyes shared all those unlived futures Our kisses said all those unsaid endearments Our bodies revelled in a taste of unfelt passions In trust we shared our inner minds Honesty the means to experience another reality Apart now yet connected I will love you in the darkness of soul
Fair maiden come to rekindle the light Hymn signing sung to heavens delight Not a word sung about your saintly fight As a woman with your own goal in sight Condemned by men to suffering without respite To write your praises my hopes reignite
All trough childhood and adolescence I where one of those girls that sang like the angels in Lucia processions. In Sweden it’s all about upcoming midwinter and celebrating the returning light. Also the protestant church don’t have saints so the real symbolism of the story of Saint Lucia of Syracuse has gotten lost along the way.
Also posted to OpenLinkNight #256 at dVerse. Which is why this poem is in the dVerse form of a Quadrille – a poem of 44 words, not counting the titel.