a chilling sweep of the moonkissed air
tossles the delicate orange snow.
in fact, that twinkling glow from the streetlights
is lighting everything we know.
a golden-clad angel with flowy orange curls
adorns our Christmas tree,
and little orange presents with little orange bows
compliment her from underneath.
the orange pumpkin pie and cinammon sighs
speak to us of unfathomed delight.
and the orange lights gleam and the children dream
of filled orange stockings by an orange firelight.
mother always taught me the color orange
was just manifested happiness.
this Christmas, i'm surrounded by the color of the sun...
i know i have been truly blessed.
Author notes
orange.
i actually don't like it much. the color, i mean. but it is pretty fitting.
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Heya....I like this one! A lot, actually. Orange typicaly makes one think of Halloween, really, but I definitley see the Christmas theme here...Nice. My favorite line, by far, was "the orange pumpkin pie and cinammon sighs". It just painted something...Delicious. Scrumptious. Yummy. (Yes, I'm a walkig thesaurus sometimes.) What a lovely, warm holiday write! I am truly blessed to read your entry, Orange Lover! Thank you and good luck in the contest!
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