• Bulging boxes, lengthy bows,
    bags of tissue, lights in rows,
    Honeyed hopes and sugared dreams,
    surround our list of desired things.

    Green with envy and tall as might,
    the tree stands strong and proud at night.
    It holds our years in delightful baubles,
    Protecting our worries, gifts and troubles.

    White, still soft, and cold with ice.
    covers and holds the season so nice.
    To some it may be the rarest of feats,
    We still see the snow as a wonderful treat.

    These three things in winter time,
    stand as true to us as the bells that chime.
    No matter how young and no matter how old,
    'Tis ever the season, as we are still told.

    Side note:
    Just remember, for all of you
    who don't celebrate the way I do.
    This poem I extend to you all,
    And here is why to heed my call

    Though some have trees and others oil,
    no matter who, the feelings are loyal.
    The gifts we give and those we receive,
    stay in our hearts each winter's eve.

    So no matter what you may celebrate,
    each passing year means more love to create.
    Pass the feeling and pass the joy,
    to every girl and every boy.