Christmas
A poem
Christmas day full of merriment
Christmas commercialized to our detriment
Happiness and good cheer follow along
As carolers sing Christmas songs
Christmas is Jesus date of birth
As Santa Claus is described with mirth
Which one is it why such a paradox
Christians celebrate as orthodox
Christmas and it's decorated trees
As small and large as the seven seas
Christmas star so bright
Colors that swarm the night
Tinsel and garland surround the fir
Lights surreal as if a blur
Presents under the Christmas tree amass
As the people rush to get their presents fast
Eggnog cookies and fruitcake are all the faire
As smells of food fill the air
Wishing loved ones were near
Holding those close and so dear
Christmas day is different for all
But the meaning still remains tall
As people swarm the mall
Gifts received great and small
I'm not Clement Moore
Nor is this poem Twas the night before Christmas
I hope that what I wrote was not a complete bore
Just my thought on christmas lore
About the Creator
Anna cruz
I like writing short stories and poetry. I like to blog about thrifting and many other subjects. I hope you enjoy my writing. Read my blog at www.savingshouse.blogspot.com and visit my website at www.vintageoldtreasures.com
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