I have written some poetry for the holiday times. I haven’t written poetry in quite some time and have wanted to since I stopped but have not found the time until now. I hope you enjoy just a few of my poems.
Under the mistletoe,
blinking lights of the tree,
warm, sweet smell of food cooking in the oven,
Waking up at the crack of dawn,
witnessing all of the presents the jolly old man in a red suit delivered,
waiting for your parents to wake,
walking into your mum and dad’s room and waking them up so you can find out what you got from the jolly old man in a suit.
Flying For The Holidays:
In the airport awaiting your flight to your old home to see your family,
flying all night just to arrive at dawn,
seeing your little brother and sister, mum and dad,
seeing the place you grew up, the old neighbors and your old friends,
enjoying every moment of it.
Presents Under The Tree:
Presents under the tree,
gleaming bows and ribbons atop boxes and wrapped shapes,
for each little boy and girl.
living or fake,
ornaments of different sizes and shapes,
What am I?
I am the beginning of the holiday season.
I am a time of giving thanks.
I am not Christmas.
I am a time of family and friends.
I am in November as the last few weeks of fall begin.
I am Thanksgiving.
The Day Of:
The day of thanksgiving,
we’re in the kitchen,
making our turkey and our stuffing,
spreading joy and thanks.
Our Thanksgiving Dinner:
Eating at the table,
in the dining room,
food covering the table,
being passed around with the mashed potatoes and gravy,
thanks and prayer being given.
Thanksgiving is a day of giving thanks,
and a day of spreading the holiday spirit,
the joy of the times,
and the feeling of happiness to your fellow man.