Penelope’s Poems

April 6, 2009

Christmas Eve

Filed under: poetry — penelopephoebe @ 8:21 am

Christmas Eve




The fire is roaring.

The dog, he is snoring

And dreaming of when he was fed.

Outside it is snowing.

The candles are glowing.

The children are tucked up in bed.

The mistletoe beckons

And my husband reckons

It is time to cuddle instead.

Soft music is playing

And now we are swaying.

There is nothing left to be said.



1 Comment »

  1. Its simply wonderful.

    Comment by trisha — April 8, 2009 @ 2:51 pm | Reply

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