December brings us Christmas
That magic time of year
When love abounds
With joyful sounds 
And family gathers near



A pine tree cut from on a hill
A home that's filled with glee
Children congregate
To decorate
And sing in harmony



The pungent smell of homemade pies
Makes us long with anticipation
Nostrils filled
With spicy yield
Sometimes gives 'way to temptation



Gifts bought in secret and hidden away
Part of a yearly tradition
A wash house locked
The window blocked
Gives reason for suspicion



The smell of fruit emanating 
From the drawers of the old sideboard
Thoughts of nuts and candy
Make us all feel dandy
'Cause we know Mother has a hoard



On Christmas Eve, we're waiting
As nearer Christmas draws
With firelight glowing
And soft snow blowing
We wait for Santa Claus



A treat, a gift and then a hug
From the dear old gent in red
Joyfully sharing
Voices blaring
And then it's off to bed



Christmas morning up before dawn
To the living room we all scurry
There are dolls and toys
And trucks for the boys
The house is in a flurry



A day of laughter and happiness
Filled with joy and elation
The house a mess
But we couldn't care less
It's a magical celebration



Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ 
July 13, 2005
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Written in Memory of & Lovingly Dedicated To 
Homer & Sadie McCoy