Sing a Song of Christmas - the Six Senses - Part 3
The Pies Are in the Oven (Smell)
The pies are in the oven. Oh!
Aroma greets my family,
Who rush downstairs with eyes aglow!
The pies are in the oven. Oh!
And Christmas cheer is sure to grow
When home smells like a bakery.
The pies are in the oven. Oh!
Aroma greets my family!
Joy
(The extra special sense)
What night of wonder most profound
When Mary bore her baby boy.
Celestial light! Angelic sound!
What night of wonder most profound.
And shepherds who were gathered round
God’s precious lamb were filled with joy.
What night of wonder most profound
When Mary bore her baby boy.
For PD's any Christmas Poem old/new Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
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