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.
©2003 Oladejo Adebola Fabolude
9 comments:
I love this poem..
I'll still sing of white snow though..LOL.
But i get the meaning
Glad you like it, nilla. I posted it last year too. You'll be seeing snow, guess you can't do the harmattan thing.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
like the rastafarian said, mona- "I wish you an iry Xmas and a danda new year".
Hi Papi. Great poem
thanx, igwatala,
this is the second Christmas running I'm posting it. It was written by Dejo Fabolude close to a decade ago and I think its extraordinary.
Can I post it too, sometime?
igwatala,
you may, but please add the writer's name- 'Dejo Fabolude'
Ay Papi!
Thanks for keeping my work (such as it is) on the map.
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