An infant's birth to be renown, The talk of every Christmas town, A single star that lit the way, A newborn baby in the hay,
By Eagleye De Sparkabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas Movie as I watch a Christmas movie feeling pure happiness as I watch a Christmas movie get a new meaning as I watch a Christmas movie
By Kelly Vedderabout a year ago in Poets
Christmas donations for the poor: A Narnia book set with ripped covers A scrabble game with missing letters Trivial Pursuit with half the cards
By Marlena Guzowskiabout a year ago in Poets
The first time you saw snow You wonder what was the cold white blanket You were fascinated that you play in it every year
By Mariann Carrollabout a year ago in Poets
After a long day of Christmas shopping, we all pile in the car, swing through a drive-thru, and set out on the two-plus hour drive home.
By Kelsey Clareyabout a year ago in Poets
author photo giant conifer trees drip in iced frosting, guardians of the winter scape, while red, blue, green, and white sparkling lights on house peaks twinkle through their snow glaze.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
That winter morning in Gloucester might have been my first time ever seeing so much snow. My Dad grabbed his mustard yellow biker jacket, made of rugged material, with Velcro. It had this aura of safety and security.
By Lori Leeabout a year ago in Poets
Long after all the lights go dark sweet kisses stolen, creating mistletoe sparks children's laughter drawing to a close as the evening dims and the snowflakes flow
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
All the kids love to shake their presents To try to find out what's inside. There are soldiers, dolls, bikes; Puzzles, games to play.
By Darla M Seelyabout a year ago in Poets
X is the missing Ex- Who is absent and withdrawn Creating the vacuum Wherefrom reality's torn. . Y must the cold ensue
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Poets
carefully formed, but misspelled words fill pages and pages of wants most pure. overcome parents offer fervent prayers to distant gods that go unanswered.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Way back when my cheeks were chubby and pink, magic had power and Christmas looked white, I liked to look for the first star to wink.
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
