Nannie's Carol Poem by John Kelly

Nannie's Carol



Snowflakes falling softly,
On dimly lit streets,
Candles flicker gently,
Next to yule logs and wreaths,
The turkey lays silent,
Its race has been run,
Time to reheat the stuffing,
To kickstart festive fun,
Kids in their red coats,
Bring joy to the world,
Cardboard boxes dismantled,
Twister games are unfurled,
A love for wild Holly,
Helps a family recall,
Her fondness for Christmas,
Yankees call it the Fall,
When you see a wee Robin,
On that evergreen tree,
Think of Nannie and Jesus,
Sipping Baileys and tea,
Now where are the berries?
She would ask in a flash,
The red ones her favourite,
Unlike that silly moustache,
But we miss her sweet nature,
And her chats with the telly,
Solving Midsomer Murders,
Before mince pies and jelly,
And that crown paper hat,
That was placed on her head,
Sure she wouldn't remove it,
'Til Kate put her to bed.

Monday, November 21, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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