Seasons Gifts
The smell of apple pie now wafts through my house
As pine needles in the rug, prick the children’s feet
This time of year, the joyful time, is carried in the air
As smiles fall upon the faces of everyone you meet
The briskness of the chill that makes us wear a scarf
Is a sign of the time; the season that is welcomed so
As children’s faces change from frowns they often have
To smiling faces, happy faces, set there all aglow
For they know Santa comes this eve with their toys
Anticipation building, they cannot wait to sleep
To wake upon the morrow, to view a room so filled
With toys and gifts of love, for them alone to keep
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