Wishing you all a very merry holiday season.
May all your wishes come true.
But don't for get to take a moment to go sliding around on the ice.
This poem written by one of my Grandmothers.
Crowds of people rushing here and there,
A spark of excitement fills the air.
Hustling around from place to place,
Quick as lightning in the pace.
Rich with songs of glory past
Tells the story that lasts and lasts.
In every store a Santa appears
With his sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
Silver bells ring out the reason
For this happy, merry season.
Tis time to love and time to give,
To be alive and let others live.
Midst all this sparkle of bubble and beads,
Lets not forget the ones in need.
And as we go on our merry way,
Let’s recall that wondrous day.
Son of God descended to earth
To give to man his right of birth.