Sam cut a swath through the snow to get to the wood pile. A cheery fire always set the ambiance for the day. It was old-fashioned and it felt like Christmas was being celebrated when one could sit down by a warm fire... a Vince Gill song was twigged with that phrase.
Simmy created a poem and sent it to friend since Grade 7...
Non-Traditional Traditions
All our traditions
Have done flown the coop
We know of no custom
As we jump through the hoops
To accommodate everyone
Makes a little less merry
Pour us a drink
Don't forget the cherry
Do we open our presents
At dawn, noon, or night
Agreement it seems
Is a scheduling fright
A family gathering
Set to calendar January
Ridiculous it seems
But don't be contrary
We bend and we bow
Until all are considered
Let's hope when we're done
That Christmas tree ain't withered
(Poems on this blog may not be used without permission- copyright infringement)
Merry Non-Traditional Christmas!
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