Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-28428152-20180409000834

This was the precursor to my story The Airborne Gift. Was part of a Creative Writing assignment back in 2015, and I couldn't think of a story so I just turned this poem into the story.

Hear the whistles blow!

You hope for a Christmas snow

The air, so crisp and clean

Hear the carolers sing!

There’s candy in the shops!

Put on your woolen socks

Tree stands at every corner

Hot cocoa to make you warmer

Hear the radios go!

Santa has a present, didn’t you know?

It’ll make you nice and woozy

In the basement you’ll be so toasty!

Everybody rushes to the shelves

Afraid of Santa’s elves

Avoiding the flame’s hot kiss

Hear the static’s hiss!

And hear the sirens blow

It’s a nuclear Christmas show!

The magic mushroom grows

And here’s your Christmas snow

No cities tower anymore

No carolers sing at the door

Burned is it all to the ground

The people are out of town

Hear the raging wind

It’s a black Christmas send!

There’s a ringing in your ears

It’ll be there for many years 