December wears a mantle white,
Cedars bend with weight of snow.
Crystal flakes cascading down,
Thru’ amber rays of lamplight glow.

The air is crisp this winter’s night,
~ The skies an incandescent gray.
All is still in my home town,
For come the morn is Christmas day.

Feathered plumes of chimney smoke,
They curl and swirl in slow arise,
Looking like a Hallmark postcard,
~ Heaven’s hearth in realize.

Distant bells are ringing softly,
Memories flood from long ago.
When all was charmed ~ so pure and simple,
As Old Man River, life did flow.

Boughs of holly frame each window,
Christmas wreathes adorn each door.
Mistletoe lends mirth to greetings,
~ Traditions from olde days of yore.

Praise is sung thru’ Yuletide carols,
Around a warming pine log fire.
Merry moments to be cherished,
Of faith and hope thru’ song inspire.

Together friends and family gather,
Mirthful laughter fills the air.
Joining in the feast of Christmas,
~ A time when all join in and share.

December wears a mantle white,
Cedars bend with weight of snow.
Crystal flakes cascading down,
Thru’ amber rays of lamplight glow.