d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #118: In the Inglenook
Waiting for Santa
She fell asleep beside the slowly dying embers
and dreamt of warmer climes, sunny skies.
She only meant to rest a while, hidden in the shadow
of the inglenook, until the clocked chimed midnight
when Santa would return home to grant her Christmas wish.
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Maybe just having a dream-filled sleep in the inglenook is enough… I would love that.
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How sweet and tender.
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Fantastic surprise end, Candy. Great work! FYI: My mother was actually married to Santa (I don’t think she was his 1st wife, though). Proof: https://rlavalette.wordpress.com/2020/12/12/six-word-saturday-383/
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How nice to be waiting at home for Santa, with his pipe and slippers after a wearying flight, no doubt. Sweet!
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I love this poem, fully of dreamy whimsy.
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I wonder if she has been naughty or nice?
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😉
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A lovely thought, Candy. Our inglenooks are not big enough to sit in, but I can pull up a chair.
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Very sweet ❤
-David
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This is absolutely delightful! 😀
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Aww… thank you!
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“She only meant to rest a while.” What lovely dreams she must have had.
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