Outside the flakes are swirling.
It's as cold as a witch's Mammary gland.
My toes are tightly up curling.
Winter is slapping my hand!

The traffic's hardly running
Even the plows are slow.
But I hear a motor gunning,
In the driveway, there's a glow.

The windows are frosted whitely,
I cannot see a thing.
There's a glow I percieve slightly,
A truck with oil to bring!

Not Santa on his sleigh arriving,
Bringing loads of cheery greeting.
The Petro company is thriving.
And now I think it's sleeting.

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)





Alone For The Holidays

The Camellia Bush

Christmas Reunion


Holiday Songs for Modern Times

Homeless At Christmas

My Thoughts of You

Holding Hands (10 authors)

Gift Wrap

Where Did Christmas Go?


Watching Snowflakes

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