The snow fell as they slept
Sweet dreams of winter adventures
Like ice skating in Hyde Park
The smell of cinnamon in the air
As the bells jingle
Gentle tunes play over the radio
Thinking of family road trips
Along snow covered lanes.
Wiping the frost from the window
Setting of before dawn begins
Feels like the middle of the night
But really the day is just beginning
The smells of Christmas fill the room
Eating delicious treats
Playing childhood games
Building a giant snowball in the woods
Realising it’s too big to push down the hill
Throwing snowballs at each other instead!
Sometimes I like to write. 
lovely Carole
Mum and Claire
xxxxx
I love the poem…ahhhh!…..that little bit of Christmas goes a long way.
Yes that little bit of Christmas magic brings lots of Joy; yes your few words of poetry says a lot. It’s an absolute delight to read.