Friday, December 23, 2005

An African Christmas

Why sing we songs of mistletoe?
Why exalt we the pure white snow?
What meaning, tell, Rudolph's nose?
What romance bears fireside repose?
In an African Christmas.

Why not dream of harmattan air?
Why not laud bluest atmosphere?
Extol the smell of burning grass.
Sing you of dust not frost on glass
In an African Christmas.

It's not the seasons of the year
That tinge the wondrous Christmas air.
But Mary's infant meek and mild,
Praise then, all men, the Holy Child
In an African Christmas.


Oladejo Fabolude

Copyright ©2003 Oladejo Adebola Fabolude

1 comment:

Molara Wood said...

So, how did you manage to keep this blog secret?

It looks nice already and has its own 'blogidentity' if you know what I mean:-) These behind-the-scenes images of your productions are gems, for a start.

I'll link to my blog. U may also want to consider enabling 'other' & 'anonymous' to leave comments since not everyone's a 'blogger'.

Merry Christmas Wole.

Molara