Christmas Rhymes
A little poem to express my love of this season
Christmas is a funny time,
No flowers on bushes grow.
And yet it is a fave of mine
As many people know.
There are no green leaves on trees
Making forests bright,
Silvery branches instead on these
To glisten through the night.
It is a time for family
And huddling under blankets.
For that’s my fave place to be
To lift my Festive Spirits!
The days draw short around us,
Cuddling like an embrace;
Hot chocolate is a simple must
After a snowman race!
I’m sure by now you all can see
Why it’s my favourite time -
I’m also sure you will agree
To celebrate with this rhyme!
About the Creator
Alexa Forbes-Ritte
I publish poetry and thoughts on here, but I also write prose in my spare time.
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