My Ideal Christmas

Every Christmas we celebrate the same thing
Thinking snow and gifts have to always be there
Until I realized a new thought to bring
That there is much more than care
I hope that one-day on Christmas Eve
In the year two thousand and forty
I’ll be fifty of age not to leave
And in the age of prosperity

By that age, I hope to have a family
To sit around the fire
And there will be serenity
That no one will ever tire

Celebrating Christmas at the age of fifty
Is the greatest thing to be
I’ll see the lives I’ve touched so far
Including my family

poem by Norina Geniston
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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