Snows changed to ice changed to 80 degrees
With sunny skies and a warm southern breeze.
How I miss the days and the nights
Of lawns frozen over a blustery white.
Twinkling colored lights gamely appeared
Sooner and sooner now year after year.
When I was a child, Christmas wasn't for sale
Now as a mom, it begins to feel stale.
But looking at faces of children anew
I remember what Christmas means to me and to you.
A contest entry
- What is the Joy of Christmas time? by Jasmine Minx.
750 points, ended January 9, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is awesome. I guess this would be how my mom would think of christmas except most of the gifts my mom and i exchange are handmade or baked as this years gift goes. Nice job and im glad you put your spin on it
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