The Christmas Spirit

A Christmastide poem

Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

I set myself a challenge to pen one Christmas poem a day.

Fox sniffs the chilled air as owl swoops in the dark:

Another magic eve under the stars.

But tonight, the sherry glass is full beside the fire

and stockings,

red and green,

lace the mantle.

A peaceful hush clothes each house with calm,

and the Christmas spirit waits:

It’s (just) too soon to spark the sunrise scurry and frolic.

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