Published: 17th December 2021
Image: OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay
This Poem was placed 1st in the "A Christmas Gift Memory" Poetry Contest sponsored by Bj Legros Kelley (Judged 29th December 2021)
behind the logs on this crackling fire the dulcet sound of a distant choir wakes up the child and times in me like lights around a Christmas tree and takes me back when sixties' chills left ice inside our window sills when Jesus lay behind the door of advent's number twenty four when the greatest present that we had was the presence of both mum and dad when love and laughter fun and games lit up the room just like these flames that dance each year to times gone by before they flicker, fade and die.
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