This is a poem about Christmas Traditions. We had to write these poems in the Reading Workshop. This poem was for my mom. Mr. McGuire said it would make her cry, but it really didn’t. It was my sister. My sister was like, “Aww!”. Then her eyes started getting red
Times of the season,
busy and different,
Counting on making cookies together,
wrapping the presents,
scrumptious cinnamon rolls on Christmas day.
thanks to you.