On Christmas Day we rise early,
Before the frost resembles dew.
We wrap up in our dressing gowns,
And rush downstairs to view
Golden ribbons wrapped around
The gifts to be exchanged.
We open them with caution,
And hope not to be upstaged.
We roast the turkey shortly after,
Filling the house with a rich aroma.
We carve the turkey at least thrice,
Before the day is over.
Then we gather with the family,
And talk about the year.
That’s what makes Christmas special:
Sharing love; and laughter; and cheer.
In response to the twenty-fifth “occasion” prompt from NaPoWriMo.net
My Fresh Pages 
Sorry i missed this fine work yesterday. Well done occasional!
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I turned it in quite late! Thank you Ron. ✨
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