Mistletoe is hanging from the ceiling,A wreath is covering the door.Everything is red, green and gold,There are Christmas decorations galore. The Christmas tree sits in the corner,With many presents on the floor.Just waiting for that winter morning,When the children cease to snore. That cold, winter’s morning,The children will be keen.They will dash down the stairs,To… Continue reading Christmas: A Poem
Emilie Turner 