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Its off to grandma's old fashion cottage we go;
past snow covered pine trees all in a row.
To her humble abode adorned in holiday charm, 
And two grey horses inside the red painted  barn. 

Inside a crackling fire warming- nothing to compare.
With flickering flames dancing with flair,
Mesmerizing  grandpa with a hypnotic spell. 
And up the chimney smoke bid's farewell.

Grandma's cooking in her colorful  blouse
the smell of baked bread drifts about the house,
And Grandpa  snoring,  asleep in his comfy old chair
in a plaid shirt and head with no hair.

Outside freshly fallen snow- a winter wonderland,  
With frolicking young children mittens on hands
playing with vigor on freshly fallen snow
Their rosy red cheeks  fully aglow.

Carolers singing along the snow covered street
each one adorned with a smile to greet
With sleigh bells  jingling
and  people joyously singing.

The aroma of roasted chestnuts swirls in the frosty air
On Maple street near the town square.
The  White Chapel's steeple reaching toward the sky
A  glorious symbol to the faithful eye.

Inside the tiny White Chapel with lights burn bright
a beacon to the world on this most glorious of  nights.
Inside rich harmonious voices with glory to sing
As flying wild geese with the moon on their wings.

The parson adorned in modest vestment
As the choir sings- a  worthy testament
Outside its silent, still and calm
Inside the congregation seeks the Savior's healing balm.

Cheerful hearts gratitude they bring
patiently waiting to celebrate the birth of their king.
For it came upon a mid night clear
as their voices  raise for the Lord to hear.

Inside grandma's cottage on this snowy Christmas  Eve 
snuggled warmly asleep in their bed
waiting for Santa's with presents filled in his  sled.
Billy, Tommy, Freddy and Steve 

Next to the fireplace for Santa to find.
A glass of warm milk and cookies to dine.
Upstairs Sally and Sue unable to sleep
waiting for Santa to get a sneak peek.

Christmas Tree lights blink with a fury
the children wanting Santa to hurry
And mom and dad quietly sitting
Grandma in her rocker quietly knitting. 

Decorated stockings hung  with care from the fireplace
Sally’s and grandpa's adored with red and white lace
photos of grandchildren that grew up too fast
Grandmother's cottage  with memories of Christmases past.
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