Treasure Island

Sharilynn Dawn Reaser

(11/26/1960 / Northridge, Los Angeles, Ca.)

Feelings of Christmas


Frozen winter nights
Ornate decorations on the tree
Running through the snow
Giving strangers smiles
Interest in the good things
Viewing what is real
Evenings warm and cozy
Now we're all together
Eyes are all aglow
Singing songs beloved
Sweet memories we make!

Submitted: Thursday, May 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, May 15, 2014

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If you read down the first letter of the first word of each line it spells 'FORGIVENESS' which is what Christ and Christmas are all about.

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  • John Westlake (5/15/2014 4:23:00 PM)

    I noticed that straight away. Nicely put. It's also about family for those who actually have one. (Report) Reply

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