| Posted on December 10, 2010 at 12:42 PM |
Its
X-mas
morning.
I wake groggily,
, mumbling and cold.
I look at the X-mas tree,
lights changing, red, purple,
blue, yellow! It wakens me up,
warms me to the bone! I scroll my eyes
down to the base of the tree, presents! Red,
green, the whole X-mas scene! Santa Clause would
be proud. I run
to my Mommy
X-mas has begun
By Brian Hunt
Categories: Poetry
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