True Spirit Of Christmas
Author: Sarah Taurus
There was a snowman,
White and cold,
We shaped him out of snowman's mold.
He looked at me,
With a big grin,
Wishing that he could be made out of tin.
Christmas is here,
It is joyful and gay,
This is for children to come together and play.
To open presents,
And share the joys,
And watch the children play with thier toys.
This is a Christmas,
Of love and laughter,
And that is ther true spirit of Christmas
Comments on this poem/writing:
|KitKatrina (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, December 5 2003, 05:59 am|
aww how cute Sarah. I like the last stanza. Very cute and true. Love ya bye
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