Christmas Hustle

Folder: 
2004 Poetry

Christmas hustle tires,

as we quickly rush about

through cold and sleet.



Package wrapping time,

in solitude after dark.

Fondness of the heart.



The eve before comes,

we feast on our traditions.

Family and our friends.



Santa comes tonight,

sleigh bells ring in the distance.

Sugar plums in thoughts.



Morning comes in glory,

children's hearts are all aglow.

Christmas hustle sighs.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for a Christmas Challenge.

View phil_carcione's Full Portfolio
tags:
heatherburns35's picture

Love your poem, love the season.

HEATHER