Mornings are cold,
Winds are icy,
The frigid air hurting our lungs;
The pain cuts through our sleep-induced haze,
Goosebumps appearing on our skin,
Like on every other December morning.
Excitement’s in the air;
Christmas is coming soon!
There are carols sung and decorations hung,
Laughter and chatter, plans are made,
Men and women running around shops with arms laden with bags,
Sweating, nearly hyperventilating, because so much is to do.
There needs to be a present for Grandma,
And not to forget Uncle and Aunty,
Along with Mum and Dad, and Brother and Sister and…
Yes, so much to do.
All are hoping it will snow,
Because what is Christmas without the white, chilly blanket?
Little children go early to bed, write their letters,
Hoping Santa will bring them something,
Although, they’ve been the devils in all other months of the year.
Trees are bought in, decorated and trimmed,
And stockings are positioned, for when Santa comes,
Presents are wrapped and under the tree,
Now Christmas can come to the whole family.
After Christmas there is peace, for a while,
Until there’s soon New Years Eve,
And you think while writing cards;
‘I wish it were January already, this year was so hard!’
Making a mental list of things you want done,
And you smile because you’ve finally realized,
You’ve survive another year, another Christmas,
You’ve survived another cold, stressing December;
Congratulations to you!
This poem flows well and is realistic. I especially like the mixture of emotions because well December is usually this way; happy, serious, funny, stressed, etc.!
"Christmas is coming soon!"
"Sweating, nearly hyperventilating, because so much is to do. "
"Although, they’ve been the devils in all other months of the year."
"Making a mental list of things you want done,"
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