Because Nov. 23 until Dec. 22, is really Fall, I am referring to this as Un-Winter Cup |
Oh Christmas tree, symbol of holiday cheer, Is replete with joyous colour. It glows with gentle shimmering. Tables hold milk and cookies Only ones that are palatable; Others were tossed... Their burnt aroma still hangs around. Chimneys are turned off As mother herds us upstairs. It's up to bed for you, they say And we obey, reluctantly. When huddled under covers We whisper among each other Santa really coming? Will there be any snow? But soon whispers slip away And sleep does find us there Sugar plums start dancing through our heads All falls winter silent. As Eve turns into Day. Day 19 ▼ ** Image ID #1855238 Unavailable ** |