Sipping Cider With My Sweetheart
Imagine my surprise when
After a long day’s work
I’m ready to turn in
And I’m stopped dead in my tracks
Sitting up under the covers
Waiting for me
Is Santa Claus!!
I only recognize him
‘Cause he's wearing his hat
Truth be told
He looks an awful lot
Like my sweetheart
With his white beard
So thinking quick on my feet
I make him promise
Not to move an inch
As I run out to grab
Cold cider in two glasses
This is the most memorable
Romantic visit I’d ever had
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 17, 2018 for contest COOL WRITES & IMAGINATION sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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