We’re spending Christmas at Grandma’s house,
and I can hardly wait.
When we get there on Christmas Eve,
She meets us at the gate.

There’s decorations on the stairway,
and candy canes everywhere.
There’s laughter and carols,
and always gifts to share.

There’s turkey and dressing, and all the trimmings,
and cookies , and cakes and pies.
There are every kind of blessings,
displayed before our eyes.

But where did all these blessings come from?
It seems an awful lot.
Well Grandma did the cooking,
But all blessings come from God.
Merry Christmas!

Faye Reyenga
© 9 / 14 / 2005
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