Chapter (2) A CHRISTMAS MORNING

A CHRISTMAS MORNING

 

Bright patterned paper parcels waiting,

With ribbons gold, green and red,

while children peaceful sleeping, dreaming

Of the stockings hanging on their bed.

 

The snow falls light throughout the night,

Brings dawns white land with blue skies clear.

Crisp frosts that shine the morning light,

Will soon resound with children's cheer.

 

White berried Mistletoe above the door is hung,

While pricked green leaved, red berried Holly

Drapes the mantle and the stairway rung.

Silent sleeps the home this eve so Holy.

 

He flies the skies on magic Reindeer wings,

Sleigh trails gold glitters on heavens black.

White whiskered wizardly joy he brings,

With toys and joys packed in his sack.

 

I'm on the list , I've not been missed they cry,

Children, bright eyed and filled with awe,

When gifts and presents stacked they spy

Around the tree, upon the floor.

 

Before the dawn of day they wake and rise,

And parents all await this morning scene.

With stockings filled they come with cries

Of Mummy, Daddy look he's been.

HE'S BEEN.

Author's Note

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS LITTLE POEM.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Very sweet. You really captured the buildup and reveal behind Christmas day.

NOTES: IDK about the UK, but in the States, the word "gay" has fallen out of the use for happy occasions; it's almost exclusively used now by and/or in reference to the LGBT community.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Yeah i was a little worried about that one too. it is still used over here to denote something fun and bright. Might try to change it.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Done it. Changed it to stacked.

[MomzillaNC]

That works even better I think, to convey the sense of anticipation and excitement.