Mulled Cider Memories
Mulled Cider Memories
Santa Claus sees what we
are doing.
We rejoice in grandly...
snow-shoeing.
And, oh we do love our hot,
mulled cider.
Especially next to a warm, cozy,
fire!
Christmas tunes fill our home,
Friends here, who do not roam.
We love each other for who we
as individuals, truly are.
Freedom lovers, we, one and all,
Speaking truth behind wreathed
ribboned, decorated walls.
Bright eyes that sparkle, arms that hold.
True friendships carved....in poetic gold.
12/15/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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