• It's that time of year again,
    when the smells fill the air.
    Evergreens and cooking,
    makes everyone aware.

    With the new snow a glistening,
    under a cool crispy sky.
    Cinnamon smells fill the house,
    from a freshly baked apple pie,

    The trees and the garland,
    lets us dream inside.
    That Santa won't forget
    just where we all reside.

    Under the tree are presents,
    from us that's living here.
    But on Christmas morning
    there is more that will appear.

    And as we go to church,
    to thank God up above.
    For all the things we have,
    but mostly for his Love.