A DICKENS TRADITION
Four Port Jefferson Middle School students shared a unique spotlight when they read their poetry to the many spectators during the 25th annual Charles Dickens Festival in Port Jefferson on Dec. 3. Accompanied by teacher Monica Consalvo, sixth grader Elayna Jacobs, seventh graders Deia Colosi and Julie Friedman and eighth grader Gianna Viviano shared their winter-inspired poems during the special evening lantern dedication that served as a backdrop to the Village’s transformation to the Dickensian era, with streets filled with roaming characters including Dickens Mayor, Father Christmas, Scrooge, the Town Crier and the beloved chimney sweeps
By Elayna Jacobs, Grade 6
Winter is every child’s dream.
As snowflakes glisten in the distance,
children play in the snow.
Snowmen are built.
Childhood wonder sparkles.
Year after year the remembrance of this winter day.
By Julie Friedman, Grade 7
Families coming together joyfully
Everyone walking peacefully
Smiles and laughs are contagious
Being sad seeming outrageous
The act of giving and love being expressed
Everyone feeling fortunate and blessed
Although a piece of the puzzle may be missing for some
Don’t let that stop you from living and having fun
Your loved one’s memory is still in your heart
And always know they will never be to far apart
So let’s be happy of the memories you guys have shared
Feeling joy and peace and never feeling scared
During the holiday season, think of our loved ones that are no longer here.
Deia Colosi, Grade 7
Spring’s blooming buds-
Summer’s fiery sun-
Fall’s vivid, pictorial colors-
But none can compare
To winter’s shining frost,
Sparkling in the morning sun.
‘Tis an amazing sight to see
Icicles glinting in every tree
And frosted fields of white
Whose shine does not compare
The rolling plains of endless white
With the occasional spark of light,
As far as the eye can see.
Ah! ‘Tis beauty in its purest form.
A season of wondering and wandering,
Moonlit and cold,
Remote, yet beautiful still.
A season of starlight.
Draped in a mantle of cold and frosted stars
By Gianna Viviano, Grade 8
Walking into Nona’s kitchen on Christmas Eve is like entering a new world
New sights by the second are being unfurled
The pots and pans are everywhere, some boiling to the top,
Uncle Joe is picking at the olives and Nona scolds him to stop.
The smell of sauce, lemon, and garlic fill the air.
Our tummies grumble and from the tray more rice balls disappear
Flavor explodes on our tongues and we crave more
We get caught red-handed and shooed out the door.
Little cousins run around, as the parents jump out of their way
Aunts and uncles reliving their childhood Christmas days
Nona pulls the octopus out of the pot and scares me half to death.
We start laughing and I can’t catch my breath
The final timer goes off, and the symphony of chaos comes to a rest
Now it’s time for dinner, the very very best
From babies to 80s we sit together at the long table
We think about how Christmas all started in a stable
Pop says the blessing, and we thank God for this day,
We finally begin eating when we hear Nona Say,
“Tutti A Tavola Di Mangiare”