So, with great Christmas cheer, we make our leave
And sit among, unclear, the endless weave
Of presents stashéd here. Our shoulders heave
As wrapping tasks are cleared on Christmas Eve.
But it’s okay;
As long as hour’s work makes people smile,
And jumpers made are worn with gaudy style,
Then all the labour of the night’s worthwhile
On Christmas Day.
Oh dear, I appear to have done a thing.
A 'Wakefield stanza' is a specific rhyme scheme from the Wakefield Mystery Plays. The rhyme scheme can be interpreted as either ABABABABCDDDC or AAAABCCCB; therefore, the poem could also be written with the first stanza split into 8 lines (defined by the bold/normal text).
Anyway, enough literary context; my girlfriend wanted me to write a Christmas poem for her to put in all her gifts to people, so she challenged me to write a Wakefield stanza.
(Plus, it doesn't HAVE to be mainly in iambic pentameter. That's just a Shakespearean bonus )
I couldn't help but grin. This fits the intimate feeling sitting around a tree on Christmas Eve brings about.
Love the Wakefield style, it turned out really well. You should be pleased.