Christmas

spur of the moment thing

It’s December, the time for joy,

The time to give presents to those we hold dear.

These physical symbols of our love,

Are given to those who are far and near.

 

The decorations go up,

And crazed shopping begins.

The asking of what who wants,

It all happens again.

 

Small children are told of Santa,

With the help of picture books.

And into store windows,

Everbody looks.

 

Christmas Eve comes faster then expected,

And suddenly it’s time.

It’s nighttime soon,

Faster then a rhyme.

 

Children are bundled to bed,

With promises of Santa coming.

While parents smuggle presents under the tree,

With well-learnt cunning.

 

Christmas morn, all awake early,

And rush to the tree to see what is there.

Could it be a book? A doll?

Perhaps a teddy bear?

 

Away comes the wrapping,

Thrown into a pile,

And as each present is opened,

All start to smile.

 

It’s December, the time for joy,

Where love is felt everywhere.

People are smiling, laughing and playing,

As reindeer fly home through the air.

 

Reviews

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

This was a fun snapshot of what happens in December. You captured the warmth of the season while touching also on a bit of the craziness, but your main focus was love. Beautifully done. One extrememly minor point: Reindeer is both singular and plural, there is no need for the "s" at the end in the last line. Wonderful, merry, happy, festive poem. Merry Christmas and Happy Writing!

[A sea person]

Beautifully well written! Thank you for submitting this to my Christmas contest!