Christmas Poem

Time With Family At Christmas

This poem is about the time of Christmas and what it should mean when people talk about it. I was inspired to put some Christmas spirit into the hearts around the world. Enjoy.

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What Christmas Means To Me

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Published: December 21, 2018

Imagine waking up to that cool winter air
to see snow drifting and falling into your hair.
To build snowmen and snow angels and get into snowball fights,
and to snuggle in front of the fire that cool Christmas Eve night.

Imagine waking up to the hot chocolate and tea;
the sweet aroma of cookies and baked goods fill you up with glee.
Drinking and singing merrily, surrounded by family and friends,
sipping on that chilled eggnog, hoping the night won't end.

Imagine waking up to the sounds of children's laughter
as they sneak downstairs to get a good look at jolly Old Santa,
only to find their parents standing underneath the mistletoe,
sharing a sweet and gentle kiss and holding each other close.

Imagine the way you look when Christmas morn is finally here,
with shiny gifts in shiny gift paper, teasing of the gifts they bear.
As children rip into their presents, clothes, toys and gifts scattered around
you could hear the carolers singing their lovely and beautiful sound.

Christmas is for family, happiness and smiles,
Things that make the Christmas last all year round.
Christmas is for the laughter, cheers and the songs,
As we sing, dance, drink, and eat all night long!

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