Christmas

6th grade Poem

Smells like the aroma of freshly baked cookies

Hot like the very first sip of coco running down your throat

Cold like snow gently blowing on your face

Sounds like Christmas Carolers at your door step.

Tastes like grandmas homemade cookies

Feels light and fluffy like a cloud

Moves like grandma slowly rocking you to sleep

Author's Note

Ignore grammar and spelling please