Christmastime is here.
The lights all aglow.
When all anger and hate disappear.
Christmastime is here.
When people are full of good cheer.
When Love was born a long time ago.
Christmastime is here.
The lights all aglow.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Proser
PoetryIn case you don't get the title, a 'proser' is a made-up word that means a fiction writer who attempts to write poetry. Yeah. Some of my poetic works over the years. I hope you enjoy.
