The children gather round together,
Just like birds of a feather.
All the children are filled with glee,
As they pick their Christmas Tree.
The tree they pick must be just right,
It has to be a certain height,
Not too large and not too small,
Or too short, or too tall.
Decorations adorn the tree,
All put on by brother, sister and me.
Mistletoe mixed in with holly,
Are all a part of the folly.
Outside the ground is covered with snow.
Looking inside the house, the lights are aglow.
A beautiful night full of flurries and cold,
A timeless description, that never grows old.
Tonight it will be early to bed,
So Santa will come, all dressed in red.
He will fill the stockings and leave us a toy,
Which tomorrow will bring us so much joy.
14 November 2007