[work in progress}
For once I'm home,
again I'm blessed,
my children are here,
Lauren,
Scott,
Andrew,
and my soul mate Marie
tonite,
they talked,
to each other,
no TV,
no ipods,
no blackberry's,
just us,
sharing,
the holiday spirit,
Christmas warmth,
surrounds,
Marie delights,
exquisite cuisine temps,
decorations tease with a seasonal glow.
candles,
burn bright,
with the hope of the season,
holding very tight.
poinsettias abound,
historical Santa's on parade,
it's holiday time,
and memories,
of joyous Christmas past.
coastal yule,
providing inspiration for the season.
rejoice,
my family,
here together,
holiday bliss,
I love them all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok, hmmm, but why would a family need xmas to do all these? Isn't that a pitty?