A million poems of Christmas, Thanksgiving is over and past.I don’t know a thing about Hanukkah; how long will this brain-block last?Stuck at the computer thinking, just thinking, I feel my attention shrinking and shrinking.I start to think of the numb cold with a sharp, cutting headache, And the glowing warm fires, soft blankets, and treats that we bake.Houses embellished with glittering lights and decorations,Which from a distance melt into gorgeous illuminations.There are pageants and parties and annoying carols we sing.The trees are adorned and small bell symphonies ring.I can’t enjoy that until this poem is finished, And trying to start the thought was diminished.Oh, I must bring my fantasy to an end.I’ll think of something to write, well, that’s what I intend.
Glowing night, Glowing Snow Bright light Twinkle bright Love Season Cold Blow Chill of light setting snow
