Plastic Christmas Poem by Miss Fairytale

Plastic Christmas



Dressed in tinsel and golden beads
The tree stand proud before the room
Laughter dances through its needles
Swirling through the room
Into my mouth, my ears;
I can taste it
I can taste the happiness
Sweet at glace cherries.


27th December 2004

Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: laughter
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