Christmas Town
Christmas Town is ever bright,
so many vivid colored lights
and fresh snowfall is such a sight;
how it invites, how it invites.
The houses there are never plain,
with colors like gingerbread, cinnamon and flame,
Victorian or simple A-frame;
no two the same, no two the same.
Children ice skate on frozen pond,
their warmest gear, they have donned,
Santa’s waved his magic wand;
of it they’re fond, of it they’re fond.
A spark of joy this great town bleeds,
the planting of the Christmas seed,
fulfills a deep and generous need;
dispel the greed, dispel the greed.
Sleigh rides are so very sweet,
proud horses clip-clop down the streets,
presents fill the giant sleigh seats;
this town is neat, this town is neat.
It’s not your average holiday town,
especially when Santa’s around,
snow people there, all wear crowns;
there’s never frowns, there’s never frowns.
When darkness falls we go to rest,
the day has ended our fun quest,
Santa laughs in jolly jest;
We feel so blessed, we feel so blessed.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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