Christmas is here it's a time of joy,
When children get to play with their new toy.
Families getting together to celebrate,
Wearing their Christmas jumpers looking great.
Christmas songs playing in the background,
Children laughing as they play it's a beautiful sound.
The smells of dinner cooking in the air,
Granddad watching as he sits in a chair.
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Author:
Jelly baby (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2024 16:11
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Comments1
‘Smells of Dinner Cooking in the Air’ . That does it for me , Christmas right there.
Memories of my Late Mother.
Thank you for the Poem.
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