A Quadrilation of Christmastime
I glance out the window, to see the beautiful snowflakes,
The first of winter, my mind fills with thoughts of gingerbread,
As I long to decorate the tree with lights and toy reindeer.
Eager on Christmas Eve, to hear the footsteps of reindeer,
On the roof, covered abundantly in snowflakes.
I smell the aroma of fresh, warm gingerbread.
I can taste it now, sweet icing on the gingerbread,
As I hear the familiar tune of a red nosed reindeer,
Keen on playing with my friend, sticking our tongues out for snowflakes,
Finishing my gingerbread, I run to my backyard, like a reindeer,
Along comes my friend, and heads up, we await the falling snowflakes.
