The Christmas Box
Up in the attic
A little bit frantic
Searching through all of the boxes
Where every holiday
Is here on display
Just hoping that I haven't lost it
Every year gone by now
I have saved all the sounds
To pull out when there is a need
And with Christmas right here
I am starting to fear
I've lost that memory
I've found the St. Patrick's day box
Must be my Irish luck
Inside I hear the clinking of glasses
Oh and here's Thanksgiving day
Where inside people pray
Thanking God for all of his blessings
And there's the 4th of July
Where I hear from inside
The sound of fireworks on display
And still I can't find
The box of Christmas time
I hope I didn't give it away
I keep Groundhogs day in a bin
To pull out again and again and again and again
At least until I get it right
And a box of Halloween
Where I hear all the screams
I think I'll leave the lid tight on that fright
Wait, here's a box
As I dust it off
I see the wrapping is fancy and festive
And here don't you know
Is the sound of Ho, ho, ho
Wishing you Merry Christmas
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2016
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