This is a very simple challenge for you all.
All you have to do is write a poem for Christmas.
Serious, humour or any other type, enjoy writing.
Good luck to you all.
The earliest memory of Christmas I have,
is when I was five years old,
Believing in Santa, I put a stocking
near my bed, beside my toe.
Christmas is not our festival,
yet dad had me believing so,
& lo and behold, when I woke up,
there was a gift from Mr. Ho ho ho!,
I couldn’t believe my little eyes,
& cried tears of joy,
while my dad’s face lit up as he said,
I told you Santa exists, didn’t I?
My earliest memory,
takes me back to,
when I was three,
My crazy pink fetish,
driving my mom,
up a tree!
Shopping with me,
was her worst nightmare!,
I would cling on to a pink frock,
like a leach to your hair!
That still wouldn’t satisfy me,
I would insist on trying it on,
pirouette around and ask,
Why isn’t it twirling,
pirouette: fast turn of the body on the toes or the front part of the foot,
performed especially by a ballet dancer