A Child's Christmas
The smell of pine fills the air
Tis a sign that Christmas is near
No other smell can compair
Except one fragrance strong in here.
With bedclothes on we gather around
One by one is handed out
By mother's lovely eyes so brown
A threaded needle comes about.
First we are told we must string
We must finish before we can eat
While Christmas carols we do sing
Sometimes one of us would cheat.
Stringing popcorn is always a tradition
At our house, it's decorations on the tree
Now we have our mother's permission
To fill our tummys as full as can be.
Jan. 4, 2014
Contest~~A Child's Christmas~~
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