Tuesday, 20 December 2022

Christmas poems

 

Gifts wrapped, stockings filled,
a cheeky glass of champers
while the kids sleep tight.
 
 
Frosted fingers twist
embroidered patterns floating.
Silver lace sparkles.
 
 
Rudolph polishes
his nose, dusts his coat and hooves.
It’s the Big Day Out.
 
 
Bouncing over clouds,
Claus steers the sleigh downwards-sky,
chortling. White beard blows.
 
 
The turkey takes off,
farmer falls face flat. Wings stretch.
“You’re not cooking me!”
 
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone

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