Five gold rings
the choir of children sing:
it’s Christmas time again.
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat
the goose is getting fat
but not yet cooked, it seems.
I’m dreaming of a white ChristmasDay 9: Five gold rings — Sarah writes poems
but the snow no longer falls here
only the rain in floods
and devastation streams…
Thank you to Sarah for featuring my poem in her wonderful Christmas poetry advent calendar.