Christmas - Poem by maria goodison
How I remember when I was young
and what Christmas ment to me.
All the wonder, magic and belief,
it still holds that special feeling inside for me.
Sad I know but I still hang my stocking by the fire side,
I still write that letter to Santa Claus.
And yes, I know its silly
but I still leave a mince pie, glass of milk
and not forgetting a carrot for Rudolf.
I still sleep with one eye open just incase
and I still wake with such joy the next day.
Christmas time, oh how you complete the year
and how I love you so
with all the shows and light,
nothing can beat this time of year.
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