Yet another Christmas poem from my archive – this one first appeared on the Poetry Tag blog.

Too Many Sleeps

Run, days, run!

Stop dragging leaden feet

And scurry, hurry, flurry

To Christmas Day.

Hop, days, hop!

From one to next to next

Quicker, slicker, ticker

To Christmas Day.

Skip, days, skip!

With speed Santa would envy

Racing, pacing, chasing

To Christmas Day.

Glide, days, glide

Like runners on a sleigh

Dash, slash, smash

To Christmas Day.

(Copyright Sally Murphy)