It’s Thursday the 8th. (1)
6 am wake-up call - magic on the way.
A day of laughter, happiness
And the deep love of a beautiful friend.
Cheerful tears from windswept eyes. (5)
Hugs with childhood friends,
Fairies, foes, princesses in castles.
Adulthood forgotten; drowned out by fireworks
Home by the stroke of midnight.
The clock strikes….it’s Friday the 9th. (10)