Shakespeare's Sonnets 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

I all alone beweep my outcast state

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries

And look upon myself and curse my fate

Wishing me like to one more rich in hope

Featured like him, like him with friend's possess'd

Desiring this man's art and that man's scope

With what I most enjoy contented least

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising

Haply I think on thee, and then my state

Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings

A Christmas Dream

It is Christmas Eve and I should be asleep,

But a careful watch for Santa I will keep;

From behind the curtains where I peep.

And everything is ready and waiting downstairs,

A glass of milk and fairy cakes made with care;

For Santa and his Reindeers to share.

I feel sleepy now but I begin to close my eyes,

I saw him coming over the rise.

Over the rooftops and on his way,

Beautiful Reindeers pulling the sleigh;

And Santa with his Ho, Ho, Ho in his merry play.

They have stopped now without a doubt,

And I can see them clearly as I look out;

So filled with joy I want to shout.

All those presents he is putting in that sack,

He can hardly carry it upon his back;

But will he get stuck in the chimney stack.

Well, I was just about to call out a warning,

When I found myself yawning;

And it was Christmas Day in the morning!

Linda Breeze

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