My Old Christmas



I remember as a kid waking

up every hour to get a sneak 

peek under tree.

Now I get up every hour

just to pee.


When I was young, it was all 

about fun. Now it is about family

being together, reliving the good

old days. Not that I



A nap is in order. Another Christmas over.

What energy I had left went right along with it.

As I was dozing, I thought to myself What a great day, more

memories made. and shall I get lucky, I will see you next year.

Until then, Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year.

  • Author: Jeannie (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2023 18:50
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 2
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  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    Aw an adorable lovely poem expressed in a super cool way wow made me smile. Kudos and happy new yr.

    Plz plz also read and comment my newest poem too.

    • Jeannie

      Thank you & Happy New Year to you.

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