Every ones heart is open happy and glad that's if they have a heart,
Every ones purse is opened wide whether they have much money or not,
This is the sunny good side of Christmas and he is a jolly old fellow,
St Nicholas can dry up most tears quieten sighs, clear up any storms.
He piles the yule-log high upon the hearth and beckons his brother's,
But there are tears that surge upwards from a source too deep to dry,
Clouds too dense to drive away and deeper sighs too sorrowful to bare,
He finds he cannot banish all pain so he begins to sympathize with it.
He has a gentle hand to lay upon a troubled heart he can weep and feel,
He also feels for the unfortunate and help bear the burden of the weary,
He also listens to the thoughtful retrospect its return awakens the mind,
He hopes on this one day every year people show they care for each other.
After the feast happiness ensues a season of deep reflection and good will,
Many last night enjoyed a dance, dance cards full struggling with admirers,
Some were under the kissing bush or picking trinkets from the Christmas Tree,
Playing games like blind man's buff and reveling in the best time of the year.
Copyright © Terry Trainor