Christmas Poetry From Boreegard

Here is a little holiday poetry from Woodland Valley's own Mike O'Neil aka Boreegard. Merry Christmas to all!


CHRISTMAS AT SIX OR SEVENTY-THREE

Somewhere is the Christmas list I crayoned out to Santa,
Somewhere are the ashes from the evening’s lovely fire,
Somewhere are my parents, who swept me off to bed,
To dream of the saint who would soon shoot down our chimney,
And fill my hopeful stocking.
All of that is here, as I number seventy-three.
Somewhere.


Boreegard

December 20, 2015