Matthew Tshoi
Cool blue sky
Ice crystals falling
Pure white powder
On the soft ground
Presents unwrapping
Bright smiles on each of their faces
Children playing together
As families gather
For holiday delight
Memories and happy moments
Celebrating a beautiful day
The birth of Jesus Christ
Crystals continuously fall
As the sun gradually sets
Where the sky shifts to dark blue,
turning crystals into dust
i enjoyed reading this poem. i believe he described christmas morning turning into christmas night. We all can agree this poem is what we think of christmas. A cold winter day.
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