The Day after ChristmasA Poem by Alfred KukitzCelebration day 2The Day after Christmas It's a Friday of sorts Sun showing a face of shine, Thirty degrees nips around uncovered faces Long Johns makes an invisible appearance Puffs of warm air breathe the atmosphere Many noses jog in the cold air Hankies offer a break from the races It's a day after Christmas and all the toys have found homes in children's arms. © 2014 Alfred Kukitz |
StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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