A Sense Of Christmas by Kate Beeden
Kate runs Books With Bunny, a fantastic book review blog. She lives in South Yorkshire where she is a married mum of one and who works part time as a nursery nurse and is also completeing an OU degree! You go girl! As all book reviewers, Kate counts books as her number one passion but also likes a bit of tap dancing, dabbles in craft and loves escapist TV.
I am so excited to welcome Kate onto the blog today with this fabulous Christmas poem she's written for us. Thank you so much Kate! If you want to get in touch with Kate, you can follow her on Twitter or find her on Facebook.
I am so excited to welcome Kate onto the blog today with this fabulous Christmas poem she's written for us. Thank you so much Kate! If you want to get in touch with Kate, you can follow her on Twitter or find her on Facebook.
Christmas looks like a rainbow. Luminescent lights
twinkle in the twilight;
tinsel twisted round the trunk of a tree, glistening.
Sprigs of holly precariously balanced on the crossbars of picture frames,
regency green leaves and rosy red berries,
decadent and ripe.
A sprinkle of glitter, iridescent frost on the window pane as icicles
cling to the gable.
Shimmer,
Sparkle.
Christmas tastes rich.
Luxurious.
Creamy eggnog coats the throat,
chocolates savoured for their smoothness.
Fruit filled figgy pudding, lavishly smothered with cream
forced down after the largest meal of the year.
Bubbles dance in mouths,
Champagne caressing the cavity
with a sharp, dry pop.
Christmas smells like a forest.
As the log burning stove flickers, woody aromas engulf the air.
Cinnamon buns rise in the oven,
a scent you can taste,
Bitter and sweet.
Bittersweet.
The fleeting smoke as a party popper erupts.
A brief hint of bonfire,
seven weeks too late.
Christmas sounds like wind chimes.
The carefree laughter of children as they frolic in the snow.
Distant church bells, fragile yet strong,
delicately carried on the chill of the wind.
Carol singers joyful song, full of life and hope
as wrapping paper rips and tears
purpose fulfilled.
Christmas feels cosy.
A warm glow radiates from a candle, as tender kisses are shared
in mistletoe's shadow.
Thick jumpers, woollen scarves and worn leather boots
provide layers of comfort and safety.
The hugs of those you love,
hugs that warm hearts as well as bodies.
twinkle in the twilight;
tinsel twisted round the trunk of a tree, glistening.
Sprigs of holly precariously balanced on the crossbars of picture frames,
regency green leaves and rosy red berries,
decadent and ripe.
A sprinkle of glitter, iridescent frost on the window pane as icicles
cling to the gable.
Shimmer,
Sparkle.
Christmas tastes rich.
Luxurious.
Creamy eggnog coats the throat,
chocolates savoured for their smoothness.
Fruit filled figgy pudding, lavishly smothered with cream
forced down after the largest meal of the year.
Bubbles dance in mouths,
Champagne caressing the cavity
with a sharp, dry pop.
Christmas smells like a forest.
As the log burning stove flickers, woody aromas engulf the air.
Cinnamon buns rise in the oven,
a scent you can taste,
Bitter and sweet.
Bittersweet.
The fleeting smoke as a party popper erupts.
A brief hint of bonfire,
seven weeks too late.
Christmas sounds like wind chimes.
The carefree laughter of children as they frolic in the snow.
Distant church bells, fragile yet strong,
delicately carried on the chill of the wind.
Carol singers joyful song, full of life and hope
as wrapping paper rips and tears
purpose fulfilled.
Christmas feels cosy.
A warm glow radiates from a candle, as tender kisses are shared
in mistletoe's shadow.
Thick jumpers, woollen scarves and worn leather boots
provide layers of comfort and safety.
The hugs of those you love,
hugs that warm hearts as well as bodies.