Christmas trees and candy canes,
Holly wreaths and jingle bells—
It’s that special time of the year.
Giggles, secrets, and bon bons,
Decorated stores galore—
It’s that special time of the year.
Granny smiles and Poppy winks,
Sharing gifts and candy canes—
It’s that special time of the year.
Garland hanging on the door,
Sending festive Christmas cheer—
It’s that special time of the year.
Greeting cards to choose and mail,
Wishes sent to someone dear—
It’s that special time of the year.
Good times remembered and shared,
Love ones missed no longer here—
It’s that special time of the year.
Celebrate the virgin’s birth,
Carolers and Christmas plays—
It’s that special time of the year.
Glory to the newborn king,
Remembering the reason—
It’s that special time of the year.
© Chrissy Siggee
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The Spirit of Christmas belongs to the newborn king. All the rest is just “icing on the cake” to bring to remembrance the joy our King has brought us.
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A lovely poem Chrissy. And yes we must always remember the reason for it.
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