A Wonderful Time Of The Year Poem by Phil Ward

Come on in and pull up a chair, give me your hat and your scarf,
We’re having a party and everyone’s there tonight we’re having a laugh.

It’s Christmas Eve and the wines in full flow the mistletoes over our heads,
Light from the fire gives a magical glow and the stockings are pinned to our beds.

Hush, for a moment and listen once more, I hear music and carols can’t you?
A choir of children at our front door making their festive debut.

We’re waiting for Nick and his reindeer to come enjoying ourselves till he’s here,
With singing and dancing and having great fun with loads of Christmas cheer.

Its white out there the snow is deep there’s tracks and hoof prints outside,
The hour is late, little heads are asleep, quick in the cupboard lets hide.

He’s been and gone in the blink of an eye everything’s sparkling bright,
Up out through the chimney I saw him fly close to the speed of light.

An aura of magic fills the room the Christmas tree there standing proud,
A glance out the window to look at the moon, what was that moving? A cloud?

Come gather round and pull up a chair the presents are under the tree,
Children have woken the family’s there, first breakfast and a nice cup of tea?

It’s Christmas day and excitement mounts the spirits are high it’s clear,
Laughter and happiness in huge amounts it’s a wonderful time of the year.