CHRISTMAS EVE – Poetry compt. entry 2016
Christmas Eve 2015
Twas the night before Christmas,
In the darkness we made our camp,
Lighting the way with a single lamp,
The house has been empty six months or nigh,
And she gently, quietly let out a sigh.
Her new chimney decorated with lights over stone,
And beneath her stood a little tree all alone.
Decorated with one heart and two pinecones,
She let out a sigh of relief in knowing that she won’t be empty, alone and bereft,
On the most special of nights,
In the pale moonlit lights,
She held us, tucked us gently,
A lady, a man and a little white dog quietly slept,
The memories of past Christmas in hearts safely kept.
© Lindy Campbell