Transferred from each to thee and thine,
Warmest festive words extolled in time.
A December rush brings us to the cusp,
Collectives of gifts wrapped with goodwill.
Days occupied in deepest contemplation,
The scent of Christmas urges enthusiasm.
Children’s excitement and their innocence,
Awaiting that night-time of great expectation.
Thoughts consider those alone by themselves,
Either content in that position or without choice.
Gatherings between here and there together,
Efforts made to embrace this special occasion.
Written words as an annual exchange world-wide,
Seasonal habits connecting friends with cordiality.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 21/12/2013
Happy Christmas and New Year Greetings,
To all my friends at Poets United….