Playful.
Man in red suit,
With a bundle of gifts,
An a melody in his heart.
Santa!
Cardinals.
The winter birds,
Traverse through the blizzard,
To seek what nature can offer,
Feed us!
Serene.
The starry night,
Awaits Santa and team,
To paint the charcoal sky with glow.
Believe.
Glamour.
Santa in gold,
Cloaked in glitz white robe,
Strolling down the cobblestone road.
Peaceful.
Once he,
Arrived in plaid,
After a full day work,
With a Christmas bundle in bag.
Joyful.
Royal.
A loyal nut,
Who always gives good crack.
Walnuts, Almonds and Hazelnut.
Tasty.
Shopping,
For her lover,
A Christmas hat to wear,
When they have a secret meeting.
Naughty!
Frosted
House of candy.
A merry home to live,
Christmas time for the sweet tooth fan.
Dandy!
About the Creator
Daphsam
Loving Wife, Mom, Dog Mom- A Dyslexic dreamer who never thought I could read or write. But life changed, and I conquered my fears. I am an artist, photographer, wordsmith and illustrator. Looking to weave stories and poems with my artwork.
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Comments (3)
Lovely and wonderful set of words for the Christmas spirit. Loved all of your photos too.
This is beautiful, though I laughed out loud at "a loyal nut who always gives good crack."
This was a lovely set of Butterfly Cinquains!