Christmastime Poem by DM W

O Christmastime is colourful lights and mulled wine!
It is the warmth of log fires on winter nights.
It's the scent of pine trees and the sound of sleigh bells.
It's a manic time of shopping: of buy and sell.
It's the sublime taste of turkey, sweets and puddings.
It's the joy of giving presents and receiving
Them. It's about the birth of a heaven sent child.
We often forget; as we hide from the divine.