Snowflake floating silently
The smell of Christmas pine
Chestnuts roasting in the embers
These memories are mine
Stirring the uncooked pudding
Gifts beneath the Tree
The smell of Turkey and mince pies
These memories belong to me
Staying awake for Santa
Hearts swelling with Christmas song
Glass baubles and Paper lanterns
Memories so strong
Fresh Turkeys in the window
Street vendors ply their trade
Close of business on the 24th
All purchases had been made
Looking back on how Christmas was
And what it is right now
I stopped at the realisation
And made a silent vow
No matter what my memories
Call back into my mind
The reason why we celebrate
Must not be left behind
Trees and gifts and turkey
In Snowy British towns
It is the birth of Jesus
On the day that he was Crowned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is such a beautiful poem, Bob, so heart warming!
Thank you Pradip, you are very kind.