A bright green tree, hung with lights and baubles
A sentry on each side of the Philharmonia Orchestra
Music coursing through us, joyful reverie, electric fables
Sixty players, each heart a melody, an individual star
The Crouch End Festival Chorus, eighty voices glittered
Arrayed beneath the organ pipes, our Christmas sung
Elgar’s Snow heard, snow seen, tiny bright dots garnished
This mighty throng to melt our thoughts into one
The magnificent organist played Widor in our Festival Hall
Shaking the air, our ears drink the swelling sounds
The first Nowell, O little town of Bethlehem; they call
O come all ye faithful; Hark! The heralds sing like angels
Every player and singer wears a red and white Santa hat
A little boy chirps in glee as the music rises and falls
Once in royal David’s city, ours where we sat
This season shared, we hear each other’s calls
© Christopher 9 December 2021