Christmas Is My Most Favorite Time Of Year !

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Christmas Is My Most Favorite Time Of Year !

Christmas is my most favorite time of year
i just love the hustle bustle and cheer

carolers singing and spreading joy all around town
here you`ll never see a face with a frown

people skating on a frozen pond late at night
snow covered pine trees glistening bright

neighbourhood homes beautifully decorated and
brightly lit
i`m impressed -they`re awesome  i must admit 

the best part of all is decorating the christmas tree
hanging pretty ornaments that are oh so glittery 

listening to my favorite christmas songs gets me into the holiday mood
now i`m smacking my lips thinking about all the delectable holiday food

staring out my window i watch the snow coming down
like a blanket of sparkling diamonds covering the
whole town

feels like something is missing but what could it be
oh ya - almost forgot the presents for under the tree

now off i go to do some serious wrapping using fancy
paper and a fancy bow

this is the time of year when families get together
no matter how far the distance or how bad the
weather

having snowball fights & making snow angels in the
snow
cutting out x-mas shapes from rolled out cookie dough

having hot cocoa and freshly baked holiday treats
all these things make for memories cherished dearly
by all families

unable to resist the dining table crammed with food
we stuff our faces to the max
then we all head for the familyroom to open presents
and simply relax

sipping egg nog & hot apple cider by the fireplace &
watching holiday classics on  t.v.
gathering around the piano and singing christmas
carols off key

Christmas is a fun time and most people enjoy it
but just try and remember that Christmas is not
about what or how much is under the tree or 
what or how much is on the table
Christ-Mas is about a baby boy named `Jesus` 
born in a stable !







                                                                 

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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