As I listen to the fire crackling on the TV, it occurs to me to share this poem from last year… 🙂
Oh beautious fire
Seeking to break
from the TV screen
and to devour
the drapes forever
out of reach.
I feel your pseudo-warmth
and hear your rich
crackling call.
Festive fire
Turned and fed
by the flannel
garbed arm,
you will not harm,
shoot cinders far,
force risk by axe
splitting logs, or
lugging them inside.
My floors are clean
but lack the lingering
scent of cold pine.
Yet still, you remind me
of fires from Christmases past
and fires yet to be.
You are quite festive enough
for me.
Shawn L. Bird 
A sheer delight, Shawn! And clever as well. Happy Holidays to you!
Thanks, Melody!
This poem brings back fond memories of the Yule Log on WPIX back in the 1960s and 1970s. The entire broadcast was logs burning in a fireplace accompanied by Christmas music. My mother was fascinated by this thing. She would sit in front of the TV for hours watching and listening to the crackling embers interspersed with Burl Ives and Johnny Mathis. I would pop downstairs to the living room to sit with Mom for a while then go back upstairs to my room in anticipation of opening gifts sitting under our Tree. Yup those were happy times.
Our doesn’t have carols, just crackles and burns. I have it on a lot, while I listen to an audio book and knit in the evenings
crackling call of festive fire brimming with spirit of yuletide, shawn…here is wishing you happy hols…raj .
Thanks.