Christmas is that time of year
When you can just smell good cheer
In the air

Annual Gift Man makes his rounds
So does Santa in each town
To be fair

And so we deck our halls with
Boughs of holly, and don't forget the mistletoe
And, of course, there is the tree

We hang up all our stockings
And put out milk and cookies
All in hope there will be presents aplenty

But beyond the flash and show
Therein lies a whole lot more
To the time

Generous is every heart,
And the talents weave their art
To the chime

And love can blossom alongside
The joy as we gather 'round with
All those around us whom we hold dear

And as the snow coats the ground
with a blanket of purity, it brings
A blank slate's promise with the new year