Theres one thing that comes but once a year, thats when the men drink yuletide beer; And when the woman roast goose and duck, and the children all cross their fingers for luck.
It is always the time for trimming the tree, And thats the time when the mice are free, For everyone knows, with Christmas gay, Its a shame to be kept in the mouse-hole all day.
And the table is filled with kin and food, And the children all try very hard to be good; And the dog and the cat are friends at last. (But still have a time sharing the hash)
Its when the doors are open to all, Hobo and the christmas carol; When Silent Night rings out softly and clear, and the home seems ever more so dear!
Its when the presents are around the tree, and when the children coo happily; When Santa Claus makes his rounds, Around the world, the reindeers bound. But most of all it is the day that Christ was born and all was gay.
Mum took the pictures. There are better ones than that, but this is my favorite! It reminds me of White Christmas!
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It was worth the wait regarding your poem. You'll have to recite it to us the next time we are together. Wonderful explanations of this wonderful celebration of Jesus' birth.
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I am wondering how to put this post in the poetical style. I tried it but it doesn't seem to work! Can Grandpa help? Thank you for the comments, I'm trying to get back in the poetry mode again!
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