At our house, it looks like Christmas
With decorations of red, green and gold
Like a picture painted on a Christmas card
Reminiscent of seasons of old

Joyful music plays in the background
Scented candles permeate throughout
Yule logs glow brightly in the fireplace
Looks like Christmas, without a doubt

Spicy aromas drift from the kitchen
Colorful lights blink on the tree
Gifts placed haphazardly underneath
Happy hearts are filled with glee

Everyone has a stocking hanging
On the mantle so beautifully arrayed
Golden lights twinkle like shooting stars
From the wreaths that Grandma made

We're looking forward to a turkey dinner
And a visit from the man in red
But all good things must come to an end
Time for children to snuggle into bed

So many wondrous and magical things happen
In a season when reindeer fly
Yes, the house sure looks like Christmas
Too bad it's the Fourth of July

Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
November 18, 2007
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