Christmas EveA Poem by Siobhán KiernanThat bitter cold night, A mission begins.
Stocking up On supplies to get me through A pocketful of gold coins, A clean, shiny card. The jingle begins. Rummaging for something acceptable Spending hours confused Getting pushed and abused Leaving defeated, I offer
A hug for you, A kiss for him, A kind word to her A thoughtful gesture for Uncle Jim. Happy Christmas. © 2014 Siobhán Kiernan |
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Added on December 16, 2014 Last Updated on December 16, 2014 Tags: christmas, christmas eve, presents, gifts, family, friends, thoughtful Author
Siobhán KiernanAboutI am a 19 year old Industrial Design student from Ireland. I play Gaelic Football and have for the past 10 years. I don't think I am very interesting to be honest. more..Writing
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