While I'm in the mood for poetry, here's another token to the season of giving:
Nightfall
When logs glow warm in the fire
And Mama in a rocker sows
Children yawn, begin to tire
Slide warm socks over toes
With cider brewing in a pot
And sugar cookies are still hot
Drink it in
Little ones
These are memories that smile
When the coals burn deep red
And twinkling lights flicker low
Children reluctant to go to bed
Until they’ve seen new snow
Eager for the early morn
The hallowed birth to adorn
Drink it in
Little ones
These are memories that smile
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