It’s time for another Christmas poem,
cos it’s that time of year.
It’s to be filled with good will,
love and holiday cheer.
I could write about Santa,
with his busy little elves,
maybe an ode to their toys,
now cluttering my shelves.
I can get sappy for a tree,
our spire of light,
I could rhyme about nothing,
as I do every night.
My purpose was clear,
at the start of this poem.
Blessings received I was to emote,
but that’d be a tome.
So now I’ll just end with good will to send.
Happy holidays to all, to all a good friend.
May your new year be one to transcend.
And a kiss to some, but that’ll depend.