Christmas Day

Like warm chocolate,

Waking up on Christmas day,



Presents hiding just

Out of sight, under the tree,

Daring mystery.


And sweet smells of the

Pudding my mum used to make,

Like sunshine in snow.


And then the snowman

That we rebuilt every year,

Frozen and chilled hands.


At night, the stories

Of past Christmases we shared,

An ever-closer bond.


And a dream of sharp

Snowflakes melting and leaving,

To return next year.