Enter in our forest of frosty glows, each tiny fur baby waits in the snow
Mist all stockings each carefully pinned tonight
Pixies and fairies hang them singing with delight
Awaiting St Nicks ride, to there sleepy side
Tis told each fairies star will glow
In the smallest tree a glimmer was starting to grow
Little ones flittering to and fro
Plumes all silent as each stockinet rainbow
Each making there loving wish, to each glittered bow
To add cookies decorated on the table low
frosting on each sleeve, tucked in so
Lacings , presents all hanging to open on Christmas eve
Even the tiny elves can be seen
Painted satin twinkling curved lights
Sweet memories to bade good morn
Tinsel tears rain softly on the terrace reign
Star-shaped , smiles each child's heart
Roundels of angels cloak, meshed with twinkling snow
All magical night in the frost , Santa's show
Our choir did our yearly Christmas concert this afternoon. Your verses seem most apt and timely to me, Deborah. Love and my best wishes to you, and thank you for sharing your sentiments,
Grab your inner child, and jump into Edie's latest 'puddle', as she takes us for a delightful trip through the magical landscape of a child's imagination. Her wonder-filled poems take the ordinary situations and places around us and stretches them t
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
all I get is a lump of coal.
But I enjoy your poem on the whole.
Régis