Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: A tale of the Christmas Eve

  • Oscar Wilde’s Selfish Giant: Seasons Greetings

    I came home yesterday and saw my dad’s favorite Oscar Wilde book of tales. The selfish giant is my best of them all; there’s a big lesson in it. I’ve applied a minor revision to the original story. The Selfish Giant Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and…

  • Night before Christmas

    It was the night before Christmas, Not a thing was heard or seen at first For the cold night was at its worst But three woodcutters walked through the forest Marching joyfully towards home It was cold, terribly cold that no one could make sense of it So the woodcutters held their lamps close to…

  • A tale of the Christmas Eve

    1 Once upon a time, it was evening and very cold one For the Ice king was out, on his stroll thru his kingdom And the Snow witch heralded his welcome; flying before him Hanging up on trees, weighing down tree branches Making even huge trees to come crashing down And painting the whole forest…