Sunday 29 December 2013

My Christmas Memories

This is what Christmas means to me........



My Christmas Memories


The paper is snipped,
The scissors are out,
Glitter is falling,
Light shining throughout.

Christmas is upon us,
The tree is lit,
The fairy looks down,
On Santa’s new mitts.

The paper chains made,
Hung high in the hall,
The baubles all shining,
Warm light for us all.

Smooth music surrounds us,
A warm fire is lit,
Smokey charcoal and chestnuts,
Mulled wine and candy sticks.

My childhood memories,
I bestow on my own,
Passed down traditions,
Of old times are sown.

Santa’s brandy is poured,
Carrot set on a plate,
A mince pie added for good luck,
And left with a goodnight wave.

Children tucked into bed,
They snuggle up tight,
Their eye lids heavy,
But sleep, they do fight.

Snowflakes are falling,
In the crisp night air,
As Santa’s sleigh glides gently,
High through the air.

Bells jingle so gently,
As he slides to a halt,
Presents packed tightly,
And hauled on his back.

He drops down the chimney,
Tiptoes through the night,
Treading ever so carefully,
He slips through dim light.

Next morning comes quickly,
At 5am sharp,
The household awakens,
Small footsteps tumble about.

Santa’s been they call,
To their bleary-eyed parents alike,
Come quickly, come now,
Let’s see how good you have been.

With paper and tinsel,
Torn off with delight,
Their joyous cheers,
Called out with their might.

Christmas morning successful,
Good will to all souls,
May Christmas cheer fill the air,
And carry good will in its wake.

By Serina Hartwell
Author of The Hidden Saga


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