Christmas Poems

I Love You Mum

 

Mum, you are my candlelight,

my angel, and my Silent Night.

More precious than a gift of gold

who wraps me up when I am cold.

 

Mum, you are my Christmas Day,

my North Star, and my snow bouquet.

You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,

who I love more each Christmas time.

Misled

There wasn't snow last Christmas.

I thought I'd been misled.

I couldn't throw a snowball,

so threw some sprouts instead.