Christmas hustle tires,
as we quickly rush about
through cold and sleet.
Package wrapping time,
in solitude after dark.
Fondness of the heart.
The eve before comes,
we feast on our traditions.
Family and our friends.
Santa comes tonight,
sleigh bells ring in the distance.
Sugar plums in thoughts.
Morning comes in glory,
children's hearts are all aglow.
Christmas hustle sighs.
Love your poem, love the season.
HEATHER