a poem about a soldier returning home from the war on Christmas day.
Perfect Gift
Frost bitten breaths
Shivers of cold
Hot chocolate in hand
But I'm still cold
When will you come home
I look at the clock
5 minutes, 10 minutes now it's been a hour
When are you coming
Tell me the hour, the second, the day
A car pulls in
Headlights grow dim
I run out to greet you under the mistletoe
I kiss you
And hug you so tight i may never let go
My perfect gift
A soldier returning home
a winter christmas poem