My Tree

SunSearcher

As I gaze across the room at my prickly pine,

all the pretty packages wrapped with twine,

And the illuminated globes of color that shine,

I can imagine with such clarity the words they'll whine...

 

Has Santa come, is it time?

Why did he get that, it should be mine?

 

Although this is not how Christmas is defined,

To a mother these moments are truly divine. 

 

~SS

12/14/17

  • Author: SunSearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2017 07:25
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  • Caring dove

    I like this , your choice of words the rhyming and the flow . It works well 🙂

    • SunSearcher

      Thank you so much yellowrose!



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