Creative Writing - Christmas Bells

This is a poem, 'Christmas Bells', that I wrote very recently. I wrote it in free verse to try and capture a feeling of liberation. I was inspired by the festivities. I write about Christmas bells being a symbol which varies, depending on an individual's perception of Christmas, but keeps the same idea of noise and happiness. I put emphasis on the Christian understanding of, not just the symbol of the bells, but of Christmas entirely. If anybody is reading this in the Christmas season, I wish you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.

Christmas Bells

What a time of festivity!

A time for the world to unite and yell to the heavens,

The palette of silver-blue-red-green-gold swirling around

The minds of the children and the adults alike.

A time when the dampened spirit reawakens and smiles,

Feeling fresh in the chilly winter’s air

Nipping playfully at the bare skin of passers-by.

When the tired souls can gather and rejoice

At the beauty of the Christmas lights, the glowing bundles of warmth and gentle care that twinkle, soothing the hearts of the many below.

Such refreshment,

Such happiness,

Such company.

The sound of smiling sleighbells fills the air,

Reflecting the past, its woe and care

And echoing those of the future.

A reassuring noise that serves testament to our ability to continue annually

And meet at the end for a time together,

To receive,

To give.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, much the same is happening

But in remembrance of a Lord who came,

Lowered Himself into the manger of a baby born into poverty,

Born into a world of corruption and destitution, despairing, hopeless.

Humanity, so selfish, not concerned for the path of God but concerned for their own sinful, wicked ways,

Days doomed in the desolation of their own repugnant filth.

Yet there came a saviour, born into a world, signalled by a glorious star.

A King, not just that but the King of Kings, incarnated and came in the form of a weakling babe;

Yet the most powerful weakling babe that has ever existed.

Such humbling,

Such grace,

Such mercy.

That He would do that for a wretch like me.

The sound of worshipping angels’ bells fills the air,

A resounding music filling the minds of those who declare

That Christ, Emmanuel, came to be among us,

To save us,

To love us.

Let the resounding of the Christmas bells not just be a clamour for the futile electronic lights that attract the attention of the masses

But for the eternal light that will never go out, that will never perish.

Let us listen to the Christmas bells together and not just be happy, but be joyful.