Shawn L. Bird

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poem-absent December 21, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:35 pm
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I hear your voice I see your smile

I’m glad you’re here to sit a while,

but when I turn around I see

that you are only memory.

So Christmas has come and you are gone

and day by day life still goes on;

though you are free from earthy pain,

Your absence grieves my heart again.




poem-Christmas train December 16, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:38 pm
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From coast to coast the train rolls

Bright, coloured Christmas lights,

stopping town to town.

The doors pull back and musicians play.

Portable concerts for the holiday.



Here’s a link to a photo of the train.




poem- Christmas Eve December 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:33 pm
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is empty

except for memories

It’s really too much effort

setting up that Christmas tree.

The young folks all use email

so there weren’t many cards received

The avenue is packed with snow

that’s falling unrelieved

They won’t risk driving anywhere

on that they are agreed.

Celebrations are in the past

as memories are retrieved

That’s the magic of the season,

and the truth of

Christmas Eve.




Merry Christmas to those who are alone, working, or happily avoiding celebrations.

PS. The shape was supposed to be a Christmas tree, but I’m thinking it looks more like an elf silhouette.  What’s your take?


poem- Christmas Lights 2 December 12, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:10 pm
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I only have to say

Here’s a problem,

can you solve it?

And next time I turn around

You have illuminated

my world.




POEM- Christmas lights December 11, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:26 pm
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Time to hang the Christmas lights.

From the shed

lights on pine swag are excavated.

From the basement

cup rings are hunted.

From the kitchen

bulb to plug converter located.

Bore the the rings above the door

Arrange the swag in elegant balance

Screw the converter into the light socket

Ready for festive glow, plug cord into socket .



No Christmas lights tonight.


poem- addresses November 21, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:37 pm
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Christmas stickers

Festive tradition

The only one left

now there’s no tree

no lights,

no dinner,

no presents.

Just the thing

that matters most:

warm hearts across the miles.


poem- Christmas lights December 18, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:13 pm
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My Christmas lights

are stars reflected

in a black lake

My Christmas lights

are the twinkle

in laughing eyes

My Christmas lights

are glistening in

your smile.


poem- candle December 12, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:32 pm
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In Finland,

a single candle in the window

is the Christmas light.

In graveyards,

candles illuminate gravestones

through the dark winter days:

a haunting reminder

of life lights extinguished,

better than buried plastic flowers

in the moonlit snow.

Light dances like a living soul

in windows and on graves.

Single points of light,

simple festivity,

Christmas celebration

far away.



Missing my Finnish host families and friends tonight, but remembering them with a candle in my window.


poem-seasonal delusions November 15, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:32 pm
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It’s misty in the hills

Rain falls in spatters on the windshield

How can there be a Christmas Craft Fair

when there is no snow?


so this is Christmas December 25, 2012

Filed under: anecdotes — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:30 pm
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My husband is not one for crowds, whether in malls or in his living room.  He dislikes shopping.  He thinks the house is full enough of ‘stuff.’  He dislikes forced traditions.  He thinks gifts are wasteful and pointless. As a teen, he’d make his sister wrap all his gifts, including her own.  In short, he’s a bit of a Scrooge.

I’d bake up a storm (“I’m going to get fat!”),  decorate the house (“There are fake pine needles all over the floor!”) and shop all year to fill stockings for the family (“We don’t need any of this!”  or “I can buy my own socks and underwear!”).  For years, I just picked up his slack and let him bah humbug to himself.  There were never big, expensive of gifts, but there was a festive atmosphere, and sharing of home made clothes and baking, plus the items that would be cherished by the kids.

One year (well over a decade ago), to my great astonishment, he gave me a big box.  The kids sat with gleeful anticipation as I unwrapped consecutively smaller boxes.  I got more and more curious.  I’d had no expectations for a ‘big gift’ (having received absolutely nothing from him the year before), but all the chuckles, knowing looks back and forth between him and the children, got me excited.  Maybe he was making up for the meanness of the previous Christmas.  What was going to be at the end of all this?

In the end, it was a ring box.  Pretty as a picture.  I stared at it in disbelief.  He’d bought me jewellery?  Aside from my wedding rings, he’d never bought me jewellery.  It was a good company name.

With joyful astonishment I opened the lid of the box.

Inside was a little, round container of  lip balm.

I burst into tears.

I left the room.   I wailed in the privacy of the bedroom.

The year before, when “I couldn’t think of anything you’d actually like, so I decided not to get anything,” I’d been hurt, but this was, to my mind, deliberately malicious.  To deliberately build up hope, and then to dash it for entertainment was not just in poor taste, it was deliberately cruel.  It was the behaviour of a school yard bully, not someone who  loves his/her spouse.  I have had some experience with bullies.

It was one of those ‘last straw’ kind of moments– the moment when one looks the bully in the eye and informs him that he is going to shape up, or life as he knows it will change.  Some  ‘little jokes’ are not appropriate, and they can have decisive, empowering consequences.

I now buy myself Christmas gifts.  I get whatever I want at whatever price.  So far, I haven’t bought myself a yacht or cottage, but I could (in theory, at least).  This year I imported a lovely little kantele from Finland  and ordered a pair of funky Fluevogs from California.  Both arrived Christmas Eve.  I opened the parcels with happy anticipation, knowing I was going to love what was inside.

Sometimes surprises are not all they’re cracked up to being.


May all your surprises today be happy ones.  If not, may you experience decisive empowerment, that improves your future.

Merry Christmas.


Here are the kantele and ‘Vogs! 🙂 (specifically they are the Fluevog Teapot Lady Grey)



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