Ho-ho-ho and happy holly
Kris Kringle’s jingle bells are jolly
Cards and cookies, candy canes
Twice checked lists and lots of names
Hanging stockings, flocking trees
The inside warms the outside freeze
Christmas music crisps the air
And lights the smiles everywhere
December days, they inch on by
Going slow while flying by
For children waiting till the Eve
Close their eyes as they believe
The morning comes with stockings FAT
Santa’s footprints on the mat
Carrots gone, milk is drained
The mantle has been candy-caned
Presents piled, giftwrap glowing
Mom and dad, their smiles knowing
Shredded paper; torn and tattered
Happy, gleeful, minds are scattered
Morning fades, like tide receding
Dinner’s coming, time is bleeding
Until the next year’s Christmas morn
More magic memories will be born
About Sean Platt
