Poem: Merry Christmas


Merry Christmas




Time to place that old memory

on the tree; the one received

when so young when the

snow seemed ten feet high

never knowing if dad was

ever going to finish shovelling the drive way

so we could go visit the people

you never get to see between

the rest of the year.

a smile arrives and a hug at the end

wanting to stay just a little longer

for one more pot of gold.

Staring at the tall tree in the living room

where those you love

open the special package

that took hours to wrap.

You smile remembering the love received

as the car warms up thinking

how much

you can’t wait until next year.

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acaetnna 6 years ago from Guildford

This is lovely - I love Christmas and can't wait until next year. The trouble is I shall wish my life away!! Great poem.

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