The smell of a Christmas tree
the twinkle of the lights
and shimmering tinsel
A warm fire
and wrapping paper scattered on the floor
The radio playing Silent Night
as the kids lay together on the floor
their new toys clutched in their arms
Snuggled together, hot cocoa in our hands
watching our kids sleep
as they dream of next years Christmas night
not to much into ryhming sorry if you dont like it
critique if you want be gentle