The spirit of Christmas failed
And nowhere could it be found
It seemed this year it was hiding
The Christmas spirit had gone to ground
Apparently it happened too quickly
By September the people were bored
The season had begun way too early
People had spent more than they could afford
By December the glut was upon us
Trees were garish with lights
And no-one seemed to remember
One baby, in a stable, one night
©cih
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.