Stockings which are hung by the chimney;
Eating turkey, ham, favorite pies,
Cookies, milk left for Santa Claus;
Kids telling him the gifts they want.
Greetings in many languages;
Gingerbread houses people make,
Sending some cards across the miles;
Pickle-shaped ornaments on trees.
Writing letters to Santa Claus;
Exchanging gifts both big and small,
People wearing ugly sweaters;
Seeing the houses decked with lights.
Friends having a cookie exchange
And attending a midnight mass;
Sipping cider and ice skating,
Shopping at a Christmas market.
The children counting down the days.
Until the holiday is here,
Watching classic Christmas movies;
Attending a Chrismas parade.
About the Creator
Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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Eating Turkey Hams Favorite pies, you are making me hungry. Well Done!!