The Season Is Upon Us Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

The season is upon us,
I can smell the pine trees, in the air,
A very special time of the year,
To spend with those, who love, and care.

From giving gifts, to storytelling,
Visions of years, that have passed,
While creating new memories,
That will forever last.

As you pass around those treasures,
To those, you hold so dear,
Remember, the first Christmas Day,
Why in this life, we are here.

Tom Maxwell copyright 12/05/2011