This book holds the items for the contest I enter in 2019, 2020, and beyond. |
| I watched the Christmas tree lights glow, I listened for sleigh bells jingling, while inhaling the scent of cinnamon and freshly baked pumpkin pie. I knew Grandma was in the kitchen baking homemade pies for Christmas day, and preparing the turkey's stuffing mix. Before I went to bed on Christmas Eve, she would bring me a cup of hot chocolate and set out the cookies for Santa Claus. The house always smelled so nice, with the aroma of spices everywhere that I wanted Christmas Eve to last throughout the coming year. Poet's Note: ▶︎ |