A Rockwell Christmas Child
Tree lights are on, and dinner's done
A tummy full from Christmas cake
A sticky face from candy canes
A cookie plate with Santa's name
Stockings hung, by the fireplace
And traces of some sleepy faces
They rub their eyes, they hide their yawns
And daddy tells a story, old
While mommy shares a bedtime song
And bedside prayers, on knees, behold
A touch of snow, upon the lawn
And night will glisten, till the dawn
At last the house is silent
They're tucked away and sleeping
Tomorrow down the winding stairs
We'll see them all come leaping
The lights are on, the stockings plump
And laughter squeals without a stop
Then soon the fun begins, unwrapping
Treasured moments, worth embracing
With faces bright and shining
It all takes place on Christmas morn...
A magic moment. Just imagine !!!
If this was Christmas, everywhere
no matter where, or one's belief
a new joy could be born
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