A sonnet about my Christmas spirits
It sucks, nothing is a perfect rhyme with spirits....
Christmas Spirit
I find myself, of late, with sprits high
A smile that grand must have a reason
Your curiosity is peaked, just ask why
My answer, plainly will be, the season.
Candy cane hot chocolate, sugar and spice,
Carolers sing songs of Christmas cheer,
All of these things are what makes it nice,
And I overindulge every time. Every year.
The tree, all decked out, with gifts lying under,
We determine the biggest of which are our presents.
We stare longly in rapturous wonder,
And contemplate the wrapped up contents.
I watch Christmas movies, no matter how quirky,
And on Christmas Day we roast a great Turkey.
I have two passions, Art, and Writing! This is the writing side of my passion.
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