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December 25th

Contributed by FORDIE on Tuesday, 16th December 2008 @ 08:17:24 AM in AEST
Topic: Holiday Poetry

I can`t wait to present the presents that are presently in hidden places,
Under the tree, the wonderful glee beaming on my childrens faces,
Smiles bright, a years highlight, great fine sight on Christmas Mornin,
The little Lady Stacey, Scott the tot and the biggest kid is Jordan,
This is a little chapter about little whipper snappers rippin wrappers,
Ones still in pampers, filled with laughter crackin Christmas crackers,
Gifts of tractors, remote control cars, robots, dolls n bikes n lots besides,
No wishes were ridiculous to mister Nicholas no matter what the size.
Glossy eyed, I watch in pride and ask them What did Santy Bring?
Psyched with delight they cry a reply He didn`t forget any thing!
A Queen and happy King are Mammy and Daddy singing festive tunes,
Amidst the noise of new toys and two boys I suddenly get the fumes,
The smell of food, my heart lifts at the thought of carrots and parsnips,
Stuffing mouths with stuffing, sprouts and turkey n ham regardless,
While the hardships of darkness and wind and rain hit the window pane,
A day to treasure in a year of pressure, a day of pleasure with no pain,
I hope they always recall days like this and remember the plenty gifts,
Cause if any days worth remembering its December the twenty fifth!

Copyright © FORDIE ... [ 2008-12-16 08:17:24]
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