My hands are red
and they feel dead.
The snow was too cold
and I know I'm too old.
Playing like a kid in December,
all this makes me remember.
Back then the cold was nice,
when fun was melting the ice.
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24 Merry Poems
PoetryA christmasy poem (Advent) calendar. Read everyday a new poem and count down the days until Christmas. This is a collection of Christmas poems by Chereen Geneve. The following book contains 24 poems which are all different and unique. The topic of t...
