Christmas Is... - Poem by Rosemary Monahan
...Always giving each other presents
...The excitement I feel when you open my present
...The expression on your face that you like it.
...Saving our Christmas cards year after year
...To get the best card for each other
...Always writing your own words on the cards
...Our cat, Patches, having his very first Christmas
'Oh No! '
...Patches bringing down a six foot tree
...Watching him run back into the house
after stepping in the snow.
...Having you for my husband
...Loving you and you loving me back
...Having our own 'Home Sweet Home.'
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