A bit late for Christmas, but I couldn’t miss the chance. A short and sweet poem. I hope you enjoy!
The presents sat beneath,
so delicately entwined.
A little face, lay in anxious wait
for the present she would find.
Before she would delve herself,
another small face drew close.
A smile, he warmly portrayed
as her cheeks grew pinkish-rose.
“It’s Chris, miss,” he said,
as he handed a modest gift.
Lily was pleasantly surprised
at his smiles, quick and swift.
Many Christmases did pass,
and the seeds of love did sow.
They always met at that very spot
underneath the mistletoe.
