Sunday, December 16, 2018

December Poem

Once was a December, to remember the month can
be historic, on the edge of lifetime and lifestyle in
their own magical holidays were upright, cannot
use to uptight, watch out the up weight gifts and
presents to reopen of warmth, give and gave
with cheer, to drink some ice cold beer by the
name, as long as snow on the underground, not
that much, it melts and felts either way, identical
cold above freezing in zero below the windshield
would've been blown, one by one at the time
runs deep and purred all the way through, let
the inward of December. is like a one tough
member of this day, to stay as we were, when
Christmas comes alive, mythological Santa to
relief of miracles and faith on this earth

Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-16-18   

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