A smell so delicious,
Persues the kiddies around the lounge.
Wafts from the kitchen.
Such luscious aromas.
Fresh pastry, as mince pies she’s baked.
The tree pined longingly for a special relationship.
This Christmas had to find itself a home.
Where it was warm and cosy.
To stand outside no more.
Safe indoors from winter’s storms.
It stood as a puff ball of needles.
Malachite and emerald.
Peridots of stars that sparkle.
Free-standing tall, stuck in a pot of soil,
Waiting to be decked in tinsel.
Let the belled garlands tinkle.
While the tree top lights twinkle
Where peeping neighbour’s could be nosy.
To spy in through the windows of the house next door.
Check out their tree and their presents for sure.
While the turkey roasted in the foil.
Smell the children’s excitement.
Senses all a flare.
Sound of ripping wrapping without even a care.
Excitement of children and adults.
Ready for Christmas day!