Yuletide Gathering

On the oak and iron studded door There hung a wreath of yuletide That was so pleasing to the eye It seemed to welcome you inside The hallway was lit with candles Of every shape, size and hue And tasteful Christmas decorations Seemed to be constantly in view Down the entire length of the stairs Entwining the polished mahogany Garlands of holly and evergreen Filled the scene most sumptuously The drawing room was minimalist Each decoration chosen with care The focal point was the mantelpiece And the little stocking hanging there In the corner stood a mighty tree Festively decked in all its glory But their was more to the gathering Than just the Christmas story Every face bore a relaxed smile Such was the festive atmosphere And so proud was the hostess But not just for the festive cheer For this was the first Christmas For their newborn son and heir And so proud was the mother Of her newborn son so fair