Christmas Time - Poem by Joan Kinney
It's time to give gifts, berries and holly,
Tis the season to be jolly,
Santa works all year round,
Toys and presents, there's a sled sound, Taking the list - and checking it twice.
Cookies, and milk, sugar, and spice,
The smell of evergreens and pine,
Eggnog, punch, and cranberry wine, Music that fills the air at night,
Carolers’ singing, with much delight,
Covering the miles, with new fallen snow,
Sending cards to those we know. The trees are frosted, the scenery all white,
The manger is lit, with a glow of light,
Children are snuggled up, stories are told,
Treasures to keep, have and to hold.
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