Poem -

Wishes

Wishes

“Fingers are crossed for Christmas snow,
Cranberry kisses beneath mistletoe.
Presents trussed under a plastic pine,
A fridge full of food and too much wine.
A friend with benefits dressed as an elf,
Cards from well-wishers filling a shelf.
Midnight Mass with a kindly stranger,
And the age old story of a baby in a manger.”

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Gwendoline

Hello Lee 
I liked the rhyming in this poem, the whole piece had a nice rhythmic flow to it. I think you penned a number of Christmas traditions for most in this write. 

Thanks for sharing 
All the best 
Gwen x

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Lee Robbins

Thank you kindly, Gwen. Wishing you a peaceful, content, Christmas. X🎄🎁

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Tony Taylor

Hey LEE!!....you shared some VERY interesting things in this vivid and compelling holiday piece....you definitely made me smile with ~

                    ~ "A friend with benefits dressed as an elf..."

Wait, how did you know I would point out that line?? (smiles)......cool stuff my friend!!.......ALL STARS!!.....thanx for the smiles and Merry Christmas to you!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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Lee Robbins

Thanks T.T. Yes, it’s a line that captures the eye! Cheers bud, and happy Christmas, peace and love to you.🎄🎁✨✨✨

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