Sounds of christmas

A poem about how one person knows it's christmas

Sounds of Christmas

By

trsgirl

It's silent in the night one whispers alone.
In a dark room guiet is all around.
Wind whistling and snow coming down.
Standing by the window feel the cold on the pane.
Hearing the sounds of Christmas eve.
By the early light it will be Christmas day.
One knowing only by sound not by sight.