The Christmas Spirit
Tis the Season
Now is the time for the decorating of trees,
the comradery, of that special time of year,
The decorating of the hall and the yards,
the singing of carols, the season in regards.
Come, who would hear, the Christ child is here,
let us make merry, as in our fine songs to sing.
Ring all the bells and go to tell all that we know,
the babe is born, the grand birth of our king.
Gather all families around that special tree,
voices all to raise in such a fine harmony,
The carols that we sing in every new year,
seem to mean so much, in bringing good cheer.
As ice cycles cling to each house's eves,
a snow covered blanket, mother Nature leaves.
The green bows of the firs, droop under their load,
the horse led carriage moves up the road.
The pale moon, hidden, behind the clouds in the night,,
fine mists are descending, as snow flakes make bright.
The lone deer takes pause, as he hears such fine singing,
such curiosity, to him in the night, it is bringing.
The night owl gives a fond hoot, in his salute,
the spell that it's casting, to be now, absolute.
The lone group of geese, flying high over the hill,
sound off their farewell, in notes, to instill.
The snowman stands watch, in each child's special yard,
his buttoned black eyes, help stand on his guard.
The colorful lights, all strung about house's, in rows,
add a luster to the spirit, this holiday does propose.
The sweet smell of cedar wafts through the air,
carried on nice breezes, of the season, so fair.
Is now the blessed time, to come forth, once again,
a message for all hope in the year, it does send,
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I write of the very special time at Christmas when my father and I went out into the country to find a cedar tree and what it meant to our entire family.
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