It’s that time of year once more
Tinsel hanging in the street
Wreaths hanging near and far
Pine needles all around
Where Children once believed
Now It’s that time of year again
Wreaths hanging in the streets
Tinsel hanging near and far
Snow falling on the ground
Parents rushing all around
looking for that last minute gift to be found.
Fires crackling in fireplaces all around town
The smell of homemade cookies fills the air
While children filled with excitement hurry off to bed
Hope filled wishes filling their heads
As they peer out their windows at the luminaries lining each road through town
Flickering outside each child’s window
Fresh snow falling on the window panes
Gusts of frost filled brisk breeze fill the air throughout each little town
