A flash of red, then he’s gone;
In the distance are Christmas songs.
Holding hands, while kicking snow;
A belly jiggle, “Ho ho ho!”
Children laughing, everywhere;
A turn of lips, a flip of hair.
Bright red and green, white and gold;
The dolly on the shelf is sold.
Grandpa’s pumpkins, Grandma’s pie;
A tree that reaches ceiling-high.
A new love, a whispered prayer;
There is some magic in the air.
A warm hug, a kiss goodnight.
String up the cheerful Christmas lights.
Getting up, at past midnight
To see the house, bathed in moonlight.
See the tree, hear Uncle snore;
Here Christmas is never a bore.