And there are fifty Xmas trees
Showing the snow on every branch
Outside this house…
Clap hands, for father has the cherries
And his brother a violin.
God, who lives only for the mercy of his means,
Dazzles, with light, the grotto
Of Yuletide fare; the festive blaze
Pulls crackers and plucks sloes.
Shower, with snow, this winter world –
Then dormant life can spring anew.
‘Hey-hoh, the holly and the berry!’
Jim Bellamy was born in a storm in 1972. He studied hard and sat entrance exams for Oxford University. Jim has won three full awards for his poems. Jim has a fine frenzy for poetry and has written in excess of 22,000 poems. Jim adores the art of poetry. He lives for prosody.