Enter The Poet - Repurposed For The Holidays

The smell of hot cocoa,  cinnamon and mint,

Holiday movies, fast food, many dollars spent.

The bite of the air, maybe the chill of the snow,

The anticipation of a dream, every direction I go.
 

The smell of pine trees, the abundance of cake,

The taste of pie and tarts, or whatever we make.

The smile on a face and a cookie, chocolate chip,
It's always nice to travel; to enjoy a Christmas trip.