Christmas Poem


Summer flowers return to soil,
making room for falling leaves.
Rainy days wave goodbye to summer dresses,                            
boots instead of sandals, and tops with long sleeves.

Halloween is yet to come,
but the shops are stocking Christmas fare.
Puddings, selection boxes, chocolates for the tree,
those big tins of sweets for everyone to share.

Cries of “It’s only September!” can be heard in every store.
Why are they always so shocked? I wonder,
It happened the same last year,
and the year before!

Mothers dragging children;
their walk replaced by a jog.
Tempers fray, darkness replaces day,
and sunsets replaced by fog.

Dog walkers in their winter attire,
waterproofs, scarves and hat.
Hunched over shoulders, dragging their dogs;
wishing they had chosen a cat.

Wrapping and shopping,
selecting a tree.
Furniture moving;
no time for tea.

Christmas fare yet to be done.
Yuletide carols yet to be sung.

Stress increases, about to blow.
Kids all screaming “Will we have snow?”

Then finally one morning you open your eyes;
Christmas morning is here!
Aromas fill the kitchen;
Children playing games,
everyone full of good cheer.

The family arrives; there is joy in the air,
I can hardly wait ‘til next year!

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