That red felt cap

by lisa marie   Jun 25, 2006


On Christmas eve i stay up late
in my bed with cookies i may wait
i sit there smelling the chestnuts
that have been roasting in all the boys huts
and i watch the christmas cherries red
as I lay tucked in my bed
like the felt cap of one so friendly
the reindeer also help send me
into a blissful dreamy trance
watching my grandmother dance
as she opens up her recent gift
which happensto be a replacement hip

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  • 17 years ago

    by Tracy D Rollings

    That was a good poem, well written and I liked it very much, good to see someone reflect on the past and memories that take you back in time to the good old days, wonderful write and a pleasure to read, keep it up, your friend Tracy d 5/5

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