Hand in hand we scuffed towards the tree,
in baggy pajamas with floppy feet...
Christmas is the time that we all look forward to.
But what if it all just went away, everything we...
Remember
Remember the 25th of December...
Christmas is to me
Something very spiritually...
On Christmas eve i stay up late
in my bed with cookies i may wait...
I take my warm soft covers off
flip cold toes into my purple slippers...
The heavens are hushed,
The time has come...
Twas the night after Christmas
and all through the place...
I wake up very early, every Christmas morn.,
To go under the tree, and have wrapping paper...
I wrote this poem over the Christmas period...
It's the holiday season, once again
Time for; family, presents, and friends...
This Christmas isn't about the greater good,
nor about why it is often misunderstood...