Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

A Thad Wilk Christmas


In the darkness at Christmas time
Under the crescent of a moon
We see festive decorations
For holiday excitement is soon

A home that beckons to us
Through the window we can see
Hundreds of colored lights flashing
On this beautiful Christmas tree

Inside it is warm and cozy
A warm fire burning bright
Stockings placed very carefully
It is Christmas Eve tonight

The Eggnog is hot and spicy
For after all it is Christmas
Romance is in the air
Before tomorrow’s family fuss

Those of us who know Thad
See mistletoe here and there
His lady knows it too, of course
And has enticing kisses to share

And from our own favorite poet
We can see presents for his love
And wonderful New Years blessings
That comes straight from above!

Merry Christmas, Thad

Submitted: Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Edited: Saturday, December 20, 2008

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