Snow on the ground,

                a fire in the hearth,

                          throughout the house the chatter of mirth.

    Smiles abound,

               around and around,

                                the joy of the day in every sound.

     Dogs and cats and a tree in the house,

                  over stuffed stockings, no room for a mouse.

     Carols and bells float through the air,

                              mixing with aromas sweet and fair.

It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas,

                                   and to all a good night,

                       as we wait for the New Year

                                         for our dreams to take flight.

Christmas Poem 2018