Hal Caufield


This Christmas - Poem by Hal Caufield

There will be no tree within my house,
No tinsel or sparkling lights to adorn.
I will not see your smile or your glow
At the sight of each treasured ornament.
It will not be my hand that strokes your hair,
Nor my mouth that kisses your lips
As an Angel is set a top.
And so this Christmas,
Will be no Chirstmas at all.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011


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