so am penning a poem instead.
instead of artificial words I dread.
with a well turned phrase or two.
to put together this poem for you.
strands of tinsel upon a tree.
All racing each other to the Christmas star.
you have been hoping for.
A cheese and wine tour.
and squished in tight so it stays.
The gifts of health and happiness.
I know I am being greedy.
With more of my poems.