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    Festive Delights
    Festive Delights
    Festive Delights
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    Festive Delights

    By Warren Brown

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    Festive Delights is a collection of three inspiring festive poems and a Christmas short story which will capture your heart and mind.

    1. Kingdom of Snow-Poem

    2. Three Christmas Coins- Poem

    3. The Christmas Dimension- Short Story

    4. Happy New Year- Poem

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWarren Brown
    Release dateJan 2, 2019
    ISBN9781386714835
    Festive Delights
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    Warren Brown

    Warren Brown is an Author who has written in several genres from fiction to non-fiction. Warren is a certified Life Coach and Hypnotherapist. Warren completed his Advertising and Copywriting training through American Writers and Artists Inc. (AWAI).  I have been an Indie publisher for over eleven years now. I have been writing and publishing on the web since 1993. Website: https://warren4.wixsite.com/warren Medium: https://warrenauthor.medium.com/ Substack: https://warrenbrown.substack.com/

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      Festive Delights - Warren Brown

      LONDON

      2019

      Festive Delights: Three Poems and One Short Story

      by Warren Brown

      Copyright @ 2019 by Warren Brown

      Cover: Warrenz Designs

      LONDON

      2019

      ●  Disclaimer: The opinions expressed herein are my own personal opinions and do not reflect the opinions of any other person, company, group or organization. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

      THREE CHRISTMAS COINS- A POEM 

      As each silver snowflake falls onto the pristine white sheets,

      Silence fills the tiny lanes, the cobbled paths and stony streets.

      People are shrouded in  thick coats, jackets and in hoods,

      As the snow settles in the sprawling neighbourhoods.

      The tiny shops are now closing for the day,

      With every trader and customer having had their say.

      Every shopkeeper content with the sales,

      Which favourably tips the balance of their scales.

      Cheerfully prepared in their ovens and in their workshops,

      The Christmas goodies like cakes, savories and sweet tarts,

      Have now found their way into people’s homes and hearts.

      It’s Christmas once again and happiness abounds,

      Which spreads like a wildfire from cities to towns.

      There is a wisp of a snowflake here,

      A wisp of a snowflake over there,

      The wisps of snowflakes never stop,

      But, spread from home to home and shop to shop.

      They just collect over here and over there.

      The tiny snowflakes collect and collect,

      Creating a thicker snowy blanket.

      The white sheet of snow which covers

      The tops of the houses and the church steeple,

      Now, cling to the shoes and boots of busy people.

      The miser Mister Felix Copperhead,

      Shook his skinny hand and his head,

      All this snow was bad for business,

      There were no footfalls in his shop,

      People rushed to work and then back home again,

      Rushing through the blizzard and the rain.

      The forefathers of Felix Copperhead,

      Mined for Copper and stole Tin,

      He was now paying for their Sin.

      There is a wisp of a snowflake here,

      A wisp of a snowflake over there,

      The wisps of snowflakes never stop,

      They just collect over here and over there.

      The tiny snowflakes collect and collect,

      Creating a thicker snowy blanket.

      Copperhead Philatelist and Numismatist,

      Was always open for business.

      It was owned by Felix Copperhead,

      Who knew all about coins and Stamps,

      As emblazoned on his Letterhead.

      He knew the value of his shop,

      He could trust no one to help him.

      The last fellow, Jerome Jones he had employed,

      Was now living near some garbage bin.

      He was caught one day by Copperhead,

      With his hand in the biscuit tin,

      When he was overcome with hunger,

      He had an extra nibble or two,

      While he was on the job.

      But, Copperhead would hear no excuse,

      And he called in the local police,

      To imprison Jones for as long as they would choose.

      Working on his own in his shop,

      Managing it from front to top,

      Was what Felix enjoyed most of all,

      In this way he watched his profits rise and not fall.

      Felix Copperhead loved to hold his coins,

      He would count them once

      And then count them twice.

      He loved the feel of silver, copper and gold,

      He loved all the metal on his palm, so round and so cold.

      He polished his coins so lovingly,

      And admired them like Jason’s golden fleece,

      As he watched his wealth increase.

      One coin, two coins, three,

      He rubbed his hands with glee.

      Four coins, five coins, six,

      He now had a pile of coins in the mix.

      The sparkling coins would just increase

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