A Fine Tree Gathering
The Season's Greetings
Now comes the finest of life's gatherings, that of the season's trees,
with a dusting of light snow flakes to be shared, to dance in the breeze.
We gather up bunches of the best mistletoe, and pile the holly high,
For our making of the special holiday's wreaths, we add a jolly sigh.
It is a time of special memories, and of our cherished family and friends,
Shopping for all the nice presents, along with holiday cards, each to send.
The stringing of the most colorful bright lights, placed all about the roof,
Where Santa and his decked out sleigh, to be led by a reindeer's hoof.
We now deck the halls, so merrily, with our fondest decorations, galore,
Then we place the tall Christmas spruce, just right, beyond the door.
We wrap our presents so hastily, then we hide them in a special place,
With signs of silly smudges, by hot chocolate, smeared across our face.
A special reflection of the baby child, born on that first Christmas Day,
The quest of the following wise men, with their fine gifts all on display.
A silent night revered by all, both the young and the young in spirit,
The grandest story of Christmas to be told, for all who wish to hear it.
Enjoying the warmth of a fine fireplace, as the family there sits so near,
The feelings and the strong emotions, all of the love and of good cheer.
For there is nothing to compare in merriment, as fond, in this time of delight,
As wild geese, all to be winging southward, on such a cold Winter's night.
In the giving and not in receiving, the carols all sung, those that we share,
Give credence to the special message, and in showing that we all do care,
The hustle and bustle of excited people, personifies all, and to move so fast,
For on each beloved Christmas eve, to be found, a wonderful peace, at last.
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