(728) Christmas Joy

Poem By Melvina Germain

Snowflakes fall elegantly,
Ice glints glow for all to see.
Lights of red, yellow, blue and green,
are all a part of the Christmas scene.

Clap your hands sing out loud,
Rejoice in the name of Jesus.
Tis his birth we celebrate,
knowing he’ll never leave us.

Gather round one and all,
It’s time to create a memory.
Stand proud, stand tall,
allow everyone to see.

The happiness and joy you possess,
will fall upon those, without rest.
A beautiful gift to share,
at this brilliant time of year.

Written: Dec.7/06

Comments about (728) Christmas Joy

hope its good for a Christmas concert thing
This is a review for the poem Christmas Joy by Melvina Germain. This poem is a happy poem because it talks about Christmas. It also talks about how beautiful Christmas can be with your loved ones. Its talking about how Christmas is happy and to be enjoyed.
Beautiful Christmas scene.and the time of celebration nice portrayed. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
awesome......merry christmas GIFT Melvina...lol...very nice piece.....thanks
You are hereby officialy...Ms. Christmas Poemhunter...i just coronated you...if someone doesen't like it...they can come see me.Love this piece, young lady Claus... frank


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