Christmas through the eyes of...a snowman

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Open Poetry #30

Christmas through the eyes of...a snowman

Titia Geertman
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since 2001-05-07

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0 posted 2003-12-26 05:28 AM

There you go, I'm being born at Christmas time each year
Maybe sooner, maybe later, but born I am my dear
They roll a ball and make my chest with buttons of black coal
Then form my head and sometimes it, just seems I get a soul
My eyes are always different of colours blue, green, black
My nose is sometimes long or short, of that I can't keep track
A hat put on my icy head will keep the cold away
And underneath they put some straw, but that could change each day
Then, when they really do their best, they give me arms as well
But why they always give me a broom, I really couldn't tell
And so I stand for days and days while kids are playing around
Until one day, when sun is hot, I'm melting into the ground
I don't care because I know they'll build me up again
Each year anew I will be there, don't always know just when
But I am sure that every time I'm making kids real glad
At Christmas time I'm being born, just like that other lad

Like scattered leaves...my words will flow

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