Another small Christmas poem.
You're just gonna have to accept that this blog is basically gonna be a Christmas blog until after the 25th.
The skies are grey and drear,
Forecast of freezing rain,
The air is cold and still,
But inside it's a different story.
The house is light with the ambience
Of millions of tiny twinkling lights.
The house is warmed with baked goods,
And the smell of gingerbread cookies
Waft gently through the air.
Songs of cheer play softly on the radio,
Everyone is in a good mood.
I could sit still, silently here
Forever.
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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