Poetry by Brian C. Billings
I want a green, green Christmas
without a flake of snow.
I want a green, green Christmas.
’Tis better—don’t you know?—
to have a verdant reminder
of what this time’s about.
When greenery’s the scenery,
renewal’s bound to sprout.
I want a green, green Christmas
with wreaths in every shop.
I want a green, green Christmas
with pines at every stop.
Give me some rolls of holly
to thread each balustrade
and rows and rows of mistletoe
to see some tinsel made.
You can’t go wrong with sprigs of yew
festooned upon the walk,
and laurel framing windowpanes
will make your neighbors talk.
The clue to Christmas elegance
is emeraldine intelligence.
I want a green, green Christmas
with ivy in the eaves.
I want a green, green Christmas
like nobody believes.
I need a charge in spirit
that comes from leafy tints.
Where the green is growing,
you’ll find Christmas sentiments.
Where the green is growing,
you’ll find Christmas most intense!
Brian C. Billings is a professor of drama and English at Texas A&M University-Texarkana. His work has appeared in such journals as Ancient Paths, The Bluebird Word, Confrontation, Evening Street Review, Glacial Hills Review, and Poems and Plays. Publishers for his scripts include Eldridge Publishing and Heuer Publishing.
