To The Joy Of Christmas Time Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There is Christmas coming in
Joyful whimsy whim whim spin
Every corner lights a tree
For happy eyes to come and see
With the bells tinkling ringing
And children - carols singing
To the joy of Christmas time
That’s now coming in its prime

Every cloud that glides above
Is in mist of peace and love
Waken days and glisten night
In the happy hours light
Every harmony truly giving
With the moments we're living
Joyful weather - fallen snow
Every moment in its glow

There’s a Christmas now awaken
Seats with smiling faces taken
For every child that waits for this
Coming night - in an eyeing bliss
When our joy rises to entwine
Through the darkness hours shine
Be happy - give your best smile
Let these moments last long while