#Curtains – For Thursday Inspiration #136

writerravenclaw3rd Dec 2021Poems and short storiesthursdayinspiration#136

It was the night before Christmas,

the curtains pulled tight, our

tree shone brightly with colourful

lights. Mince pies were placed on a platter

so Father Christmas would just have to get fatter.

A key was hung by the door just in case

he couldn’t get through the old fire grate.

Sleeping impossible I just couldn’t do it.

What if Santa in our chimney wouldn’t fit.

I swear I heard bells, and a deep voice a booming,

but the next thing I knew I was quietly snoozing.

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I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school. View more posts