At Christmas families,
gather around a family Christmas tree
to open gifts of love
each has left there for one another.
The tree sparkles
with lights and coloured tinsel,
while on top there sits an angel
to watch over everyone.
Carefully wrapped presents adorn the floor
around the bottom of the tree.
Each has been wrapped
and sealed with a loving kiss,
one for you and one for me.
Then on Christmas morn
as the dawn breaks the sky
the children climb out of their bed
and tiptoe downstairs to the presents,
getting ready to explore.
Before the day is over
there will be shrills of laughter
and joy ringing out
at all they have received
from beneath a family Christmas tree.
This one put me in the mood for the festivities to come. Well written.
The joy of a childhood Christmas captured with childlike enthusiasm by a wonderful man. love, Allie xxxx
YOUR BEST YET DAVID, that's my opinion, just fantastic, loved the flow and narrative Wonderful...now it's begining to look a lot like Christmas... Love duncan X
This took me back, you have captured Christmas morning so well David, the excitement, the love, everything, perfect poem, best wishes Lynda xx
Watching the kids opening their gifts was always fav with me, a bit anoying when they threw away the gifts you had paid a fortune for and played with the box instead...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful bit of nostalgia - took me way back to when I was a child growing up in Ohio. We always thought we wouldn't be getting much for Christmas, and then we'd come downstairs that morning and the presents would be spilling out over the livingroom floor - what a sight to see! Thanks for the trip down memory lane, David. This is just lovely! Linda :)