Christmas poem
It’s the best time of the year
No more responsibilities, my mind is clear
Yelling at the family to wake up like there’s no tomorrow
Difference is, there’s no sorrow.
We come downstairs to the christmas tree,
Haven’t felt this happiness since I was three.
My mom takes pictures every time I open a new gift,
She looks exhausted, like she was just working the night-shift.
I wonder if she was the one who wrapped all this up, and Santa just stopped by to say hi.
Not a denier, just stating what I see.
I looked out the window, no snow, not a white holiday.
“Why does it never snow? It always looks like may.”
No sign of the beautiful ice flakes doesn’t bother me,
I’m at home, my favorite place to be.
As I’m closing this poem off,
I wish you a happy holiday, and don’t get a cough.
This poem is important to me, because it gets me thinking about Christmas morning. If you want to get into the Christmas mood, click this link:
Hi,Mac,
I loved how you love to spend time with your family and give your readers a little laugh. Speaking, of family I also love spending time with my family during the holidays. If you would like to read more about my tradition check it out here- https://blogs.lcps.org/simonessanctuary2/
Sincerely,
Simone
Hello Mac,
I loved how you talked how excited you are when it’s Christmas morning and your waking up your parents to go open the gifts. Same with me. Also I was wondering what was the best gift you ever got from someone. I like this poem so much!
Santi