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