Tag: poet

Footprints in the snow
Lovers kiss under the mistletoe
On the tree the lights do shine
Once again it is Christmas time

In the church the sound of a choir
While up above the moon climbs higher
Stockings hanging, gifts all wrapped
The sound of Santa, sleigh all stacked

Carrots for Rudolph, a sherry for Gran
A bottle of something from Uncle Stan
As midnight approaches the world falls asleep
And in the morning the snow will be deep

No more shopping, those socks will do
Nobody will guess what I got for you
As Christmas approaches, a new year awaits
Wise men are wondering what stars hold their fate

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