As if writing a poem was as easy as it seemed I wouldn't be sitting here staring at the screen, unsure what to write. I've never written a Christmas inspired poem, ever I've written a few pieces of dark poetry about snow, and I've written a song about Christmas many years ago, never a poem. But because I'm a good sport, I'm going to attempt this poem. I just hope it doesn't sound really bad.
My poem is still a work in process, and maybe by Christmas I'll be able to revamp my poem, but this is what I have for now.
My poem is still a work in process, and maybe by Christmas I'll be able to revamp my poem, but this is what I have for now.
The Snow is Falling
The snow is falling, and there are carolers at the door.
Ice covers the windowpane
As I sit here drinking my hot cocoa
Waiting for Saint Nick to get here
Ice covers the windowpane
The little ones are fast asleep
Waiting for Saint Nick to get here
In a few hours, there'll be wrapping paper on the floor
The little ones are fast asleep
With visions of Santa in their head
In a few hours, there'll be wrapping paper on the floor
And toys sitting around
With visions of Santa in head
I wonder if I've been good this year
With toys sitting around
Have I been good?
The snow is falling and there are carolers at the door
I wonder if I've been good this year
As I sit here drinking my hot cocoa
Waiting for Saint Nick to get here
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