Category : Poems

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It’s Christmas Eve and lights are aglow everywhere.
If you are up North, maybe some snow will be there.

If the snow is piling up, we’re wearing hat, coat and mittens
Looking for the glitter of the ice that by our eyes are smitten.

Ice cycles hanging off the eves, footprints we’re making in the snow
Off we go a trudging, for to Christmas Eve Service at church we go.

© Copyright 2000 by Jean E. Gorney