Christmas Poetry Competition 2009
Jack frost had been around drawing his delicate
ice pictures for weeks, the snow has fallen deep.
A tree had been chopped and decorated.
The children were all asleep.
A bright fire burned in the hearth,
The adults sipped mulled wine and warmed their toes,
A feeling of contentment in every heart.
A great feast was planned for the next day
If the sun rose.
Will it rise? It always has before.
The night draws on, the adults feel weary but do not sleep.
They must wait,
they must make sure that the sun will rise, then there will be feasting
and gifts to celebrate a new year.