Christmas Past

Christmas Past

By Sharon Brunner 

Music emanating softly

on a late snowy eve.

Scented candles glowing brightly,

dear souls from Christmas past,

dig through the deep soot. 

Lush loofa sponges peak,

at the ruddy gays.

Sameness, rears its ugly head,

said elves preparing their gear,

on ratted rugs strewn randomly. 

Were we suppose to bring gifts?

Puzzled looks cross rosy faces.

A squeal sears through the air,

a sleigh and eight reindeer,

St. Nicolas brings great blessings.

 Note:  This poem was written due to a writing challenge.  Word Up was played and the words below are what we, meaning my spouse, stepdaughter and I, came up with.  I presented these words to the Creative Endeavors group. to challenge them to come up with a poem or short story.  Are you up to the challenge?  

Words:

Deep                     peak

Lush                       gays

Sear                       dig

Said                        dear

Snow                     rat

Rug                        same

Soot                       scent

Rear                       Eve

Were                     music

Loofa