Mistletoe hanging from every door,
Presents scattered all over the floor.
Fireplace glowing with a crackling pop,
Throw on more wood, don't let it stop.
Shades are open reflecting the snow,
Lights are twinkling where ever you go.
Shoppers are hurrying to buy their last gifts,
Children are playing in the snow drifts.
Bells are ringing a merry Christmas tune,
Romantic sleigh rides under the moon.
Grandma and Grandpa are coming by too,
Bringing lots of love to me and you.
Oh! what a wonderful moonlit night,
Under our Lord's 'blessed light.
Willie P. 12/19/247
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