The Little Things – Blogmas Day 13

 

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Trudging slowly through the snow;

ice and sludge like a blanket throw.

An array of footprints on my path

and oh I wonder where they all go.

I see a robin redbreast in a tree,

an elderly couple hand in hand pass me –

are they going to church? Probably.

That’s the tradition on Christmas Eve.

I sit at home and watch Christmas films

whilst Wilma and Peter sing Christmas hymns

but everyone is entitled to do their own thing

the night before Christmas morning.

I’ll lounge in my pyjamas in front of the TV

with a packet of biscuits and a cup of tea;

I’ll go to bed late and I’ll get up early

and spend the day with my dear family.

It’s the little things that mean the most.

 

Until tomorrow,

Charlene McElhinney

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  1. December 18, 2017 / 11:13 am

    This is beautiful Charlene. You poetry speaks a thousand words!

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