I see branches wave in the ice cold wind.
It’s snowing hard so glad to be in.
Letters posted through the door,
all found in a heap rest on the floor.
Pick them up then make tea,
and check if they’re all addressed to me.
Most are cards, as Christmas is near,
others are bills to be paid – hopefully - next year.
Sitting all cosy by the fireside
I slowly read the messages that are inside.
On the mantelpiece cards placed in a row.
Decorations on a Christmas tree are lit up in a glow.
Christmas is coming, so no presents yet.
I wonder if Santa will visit, wonder what I’ll get.
Hear a knock on the door so get up and go
to find my postman standing there all covered in snow.
With snowflakes whistling round his bare knees,
'Merry Christmas' he says before exploding in a sneeze.
Jingle bells jingle bells
Merry Christmas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem is so lovely, perfectly recreates the picture of Christmas!