Christmas Magic
Cold was the blustery wind driven snow
Heaped at my feet as I shook in the squall
Relentless ice dancers twirled in show,
I grunted and tugged on my thread-bare shawl.
“So this is Christmas!” I cursed through my teeth,
“Trim out a pine tree in tinsel and light;
Make jolly your home by a festive wreath
And spare not a thought for my plight.”
Shiv’ring I turned, aimed to shuffle away
“MISTER!” What person would beckon to me?
Alone had I suffered for countless a day
Good will to men; t'was a lost fantasy.
In spite of my grumbling, I heard them say
“Come warm by our hearth, it’s Christmas today!”
12/20/15
For contest: A Christmas Sonnet Acrostic
Hosted by: Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © The Grahamburglar | Year Posted 2015
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