Merry Christmas!

I thought I would do a little something different today. I'd like to share a poem that my daughter wrote for her eighth-grade English class last week. The assignment was to write a poem using a given list of 14 words (timber, marmalade, cranberry, hoax, perspire, giveaway, ocean, horse, decibel, passion, anticipate, sensible, undercover, microscopic) on either Christmas, Hanukkah, winter, gifts, or snow. A challenge to be sure. Here is her poem:

Walking with Friends to a Bonfire

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Morning.
The frost is a dead
giveaway to the cold outside.
The hoax of winter:
the carpet of white looks
inviting, yet we pile on sensible
clothes to ward off
the chill. We walk with a
passion, anticipating our annual
tradition. A long
trek through an ocean of
white; this leads to a bonfire made
of fallen timbers.
Friends walk and talk,
collecting horse chestnuts that are
hiding, undercover,
in the snow. At last! The site
is reached! Decibel levels rise as the horse
chestnuts are roasted
over the logs. We perspire as the
flames, looking for all the world like orange
marmalade, dance around
the cranberry-red coals. When the
fire’s light begins to fade, we turn our toes toward
home. Microscopic lights twinkle
in the distance – how inviting they look! As
we return home, we are content and satisfied with our holiday tradition.

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I hope that you, too, are content and satisfied with your holiday traditions. Merry Christmas!

Peace and goodwill to all,

Emily