Luke Weinberg

(May 29th 1996 / New York)

Christmas


when you think of Christmas, you think of friends, family and gifts
when you think of Christmas you think of building snowmen and making snow angels and drinking hot coco
when you think of Christmas you think of the month of December
when i think of Christmas i picture you and me
when i think of Christmas i think of you as my snow angel
when i picture Christmas the best gift i could possibly receive is you

Submitted: Thursday, May 05, 2011
Edited: Friday, May 06, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (5/5/2011 11:50:00 PM)

    I liked the poem. Wonderfully written. Fine poetics. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
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