(Author's Note: This is a dribble. A dribble is a poem that has ten words in the first line, and then one word less in each successive line.)
YULE MORN IN THE SHIRE
Day dawns to bright anticipation for hobbits old and young.
Through passages, led by the scent of first breakfast
they scurry: warm bread and cinnamon and sausages,
bacon and eggs and tea lure them.
Corners filled, it's time for gifts:
for children's smiles and songs,
for laughter and joy.
New Year comes,
long night's
ending.