Waking up to a messy hall,
gift wrappers and gifts all over the floor,
paper plates and wine glasses under the chairs,
cake crumbs and pieces of ginger bread lying on the ground;
what a mess the hall is.
Hot cocoa boiling, in the kitchen,
children screaming everywhere,
Christmas carols playing in every house,
The aroma of freshly baked cakes, cookies and buns
comes from the kitchen,
as the turkey is getting ready to be tossed into the oven.
The maid walks in with a tray filled with broken cutlery,
result of the Christmas eve party.
She looks at me and I smile back at her,
it happens once year.
Ah that Christmas morning is one busy morning,
guests going to arrive in a while
black coffee in my hand,
the bell rings as I hurry to open the door
there comes my first guests
with kids behind them screaming on top of their voice.
Christmas morning is the busiest morning
as the merriment does not stop happening
I have my first book published and it's called "Whispers from the Heart" & my second book is "Sail into the World of my poems". Both available on Amazon. Writing comes to me pretty naturally, I write whatever comes from my heart and at the spur of the moment. I have not been to any writing class, but manage to learn when I am corrected. You are most welcome to leave your critics when you read/visit my poems.