I wrote this in 1988 in my writing journal at the time. I just found this notebook and since its Christmas I thought I'd share it here. I know it's pretty rough, but then I'm not a poet.^_^
The Christmas Season
I know the air,
it is crisp and fresh.
I know the colors,
red, yellow, orange and green.
I know the sounds,
bells ringing and rustling of leaves.
I know the smell,
cooking with cinnamon and nutmeg.
I know the sights,
delightful with lights.
I know the flavor,
fresh pies, cider and nog
and I know,
the gift - my Lord and Saviour.
I know the reason,
for the Christmas season.