Christmas poetry competition 2023

The night of Christmas Eve

The snow crunched under feet on the drover's roads, The ice clung to the banks of the creak The fog hung above the hills, The fort's ramparts shimmered under the silver moon The robins danced between the trees The snow clung to the eves of the cottages The fires were lit The Christmas dinner in the oven The presents under the trees The families together The night of Christmas Eve It had come at last.

By Xan Kinnier