In the quiet of Christmas morn
In the quiet of Christmas morn,
Before the rooster has even sworn,
The aroma of coffee begins to dance,
Signaling the day's first advance.
Pancakes sizzle on the griddle,
Their sweet scent solving life's riddle,
Bacon whispers from the pan,
A symphony to the day's grand plan.
Eggs crackle with a merry cheer,
Christmas breakfast is finally here,
Families gather around the table,
Sharing love as much as they're able.
Laughter echoes, hearts are light,
On this special Christmas delight,
A feast of joy, a feast of love,
Blessed by the snowy heavens above.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2023
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