The snow piles up in drifts outside,
a doe and her fawn at the old apple tree,
smoke from the chimney billows sky high
a festive manger shone in the light.
Shuffling is heard above the staircase
where little ones awaken to winter slippers,
skip down the hall with smiling faces
the tracks in the snow showed reindeer traces.
The fire is crackling, the stockings are fragrant
with fresh gathered nuts and tangerines,
peppermint canes and fresh pine boughs,
wreathed up on holly berries almost pristine.
Santa came!" they cried and they screamed,
spying the packages under the tree
with ribbons and bows, shiny and clean,
which to open first seemed but a dream.
The Holiday arrived festive and bright
Because gifts were given on a cold winter's night,
Gold, frankincense and murr that day
gifts to a child given in faith.
They grabbed their jackets, there by the door,
ran outside to the manager, the new baby boy,
Their little prayer brought me much joy,
"Thank you for Jesus." Then a slight pause,
"And Thank you Lord Jesus, for Santa Clause!"
(hmmm...can someone please let know how to spell murr LOL help! )