A Christmas Poem

Christmas is contingent on

A little bit of glitter,

A sniff of pine,

Tinkle of bells,

Perhaps some snow.

Warm cheeks and

A rosy glow.

A modicum of music.

Nip of nog,

Cozy slippers,

Smiles on faces of

Little nippers.

And then…

A tear

For the memory

Of bygone years.