Holiday+Poem

Christmas Eve “Ding! Dong!” goes the doorbell ” Oh you’re here! You’re here!” yells grandma Walking into her house, As the blazing heat hit us  Like a wind storm in the Sahara We sit and talk, skimming the room, Only to see her millions of pots and pans The taste of the clam chowder hits my lips, Only the thousandth time I’ve tasted it, It’s the same old chowder, But its still delicious Grandma’s is a joy…. On Christmas Eve.