'Tis The Season Poem by Victoria Horn

Walking through downtown
Ruby and Emerald all around
Snow on the windows ledges
Icecicles hanging from the roof tops edges

Young ones gazing through the glass
From poor to rich and middle class
All looking for those special gifts
Trying to avoid the giant snow drifts

Ribbons and bows stacked in the car
The pine tree and evening star
Christmas day is soon to come
It's for everyone, no matter where from

Excitement fills the air
Scrooges playing fair
Feeling overjoyed for that special reason
It truly is the season.