Christmas
sparkle, sparkle, shine
through glass baubles on trees
virgins arm round stone jesus
all seen in candles gleam,
brown paper wraped
'round small lumpy packs,
cheep potatoas roasting
from mornigs light to dark
ham bubbling in the pot,
checked on by the hour,
lights on christmas trees
sparkle, sparkle, 'Cheese!'
YOU ARE READING
Think about it
PoetryIt makes absolutely no sense. It isn't a story, It has no plot. Its a poem, its a thought its a short story or a scene. It could be anything.
