Christmas was a special time of the year,
Oh, I love that kind of cheer.
Not to forget the family holding a Christmas Day event
At my great-grandparents' house.
My grandmother stood in the kitchen
to make the food perfect and pitch in.
My grandfather sat quietly in the corner,
rocking in his own chair.
My brother and I would hang out with our cousins.
We didn't always act loving
Chasing him around, scaring him,
Hiding under the bed for reasons I can never remember.
Not to forget the room with white walls and a soft carpet to match,
It looked like a snowy patch
Where I would lie down in the puffy and imagine the snowflakes slowly falling.
It would always make dozy.
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PoetryEveryone has a story to share, And we share it in different ways. Whether it's unlike others or can be compared, I would love to tell you mine, In the form of rhymes. +SLOW UPDATES+
