Christmas poetry competition 2023

Magical Winter Nights

I was walking along the street through the white mushy snow. The lamps were glowing upon my wolf made coat. The houses had frost housing windows with clear white snow covering the roofs. It was late, all the houses were dark. THere wasn’t a peep of light coming from the frosty windows. The streets were quiet and foggy, and my shoes were soaked from the wet streets, There wasn’t a sound coming from the old buildings. I could hear the crunch of snow beneath my feet and the whistle of the cold wind rushing past me. I was almost home. I was imagining the toasty fire warming my freezing hands,

With a cup of hot chocolate. It would be the perfect combo. I was a few steps away from home. And there it was.

I got my cold key out and put it in the lock then twisted and swiftly opened the door to have a strong flow of heat gush into me.

By Ollie Turnbull