A Poem

I know that Christmas is over. But there is something related to it that I simply must post. Unfortunately, I didn't get around to beforehand, because of interviews and out of town visits. But enough excuses.

This is a poem written by my little sister Galilee, who is seven years old (soon to be eight!!).

Thanks, Galilee, for the beautiful imagery of Christmas, seen through eyes we all once saw through.

Christmas

Christmas feels like cold as the
winter air.

Christmas looks like colorful
presents.

Christmas sounds like snow falling.

Christmas tastes like minty
sweets.

Christmas smells like the cold fresh
air.