I awake in my bed
Early Christmas morning...
It's almost Christmas day,
santa will soon be on his way...
In two hours its christmas
Its finally here...
And so, in th'rainy morn of Christmas day
this Jack went out to walk, wasting away...
Christmas joy begins with care
presents don't matter its your family who's there...
It's the holiday season, once again
Time for; family, presents, and friends...
I wrote this poem over the Christmas period...
I wake up very early, every Christmas morn.,
To go under the tree, and have wrapping paper...
Twas the night after Christmas
and all through the place...
A robin sits on a frosty white window ledge
a boy is sliding down a hill on a shiny new sledge...
I take my warm soft covers off
flip cold toes into my purple slippers...
Here's a poem
Written from my heart...