Fond memories serve me as changes abound,
and snowy white flurries now cover the ground.
Thanksgiving dinner we finished in haste,
stuffing ourselves with turkey we'd baste.
Decorations wee then strung across our main street,
warm greetings, best wishes from people we meet.
Houses are well lit with lights all aglow,
and hung over doorways you'll find mistletoe.
Trees in the windows are beautifully shaped,
shining most glorious with ornaments draped.
Soon cherished loved ones will all gather 'round
renewing old friendships they made in this town.
Children excited and full of such laughter
will treasure these moments to last ever after.
On Eve of Chistmas they'll surely not sleep
awaiting old Santa down chimney to creep.
Fun, joy, and pleasure will be ours again
celebrating the birth of the One without sin.
We welcome this time and always remember
why we return home the month of December.