It’s Christmas Eve and
we’re all alone
and warm in our little home.
trimmed the tree, placed the wreath on the
stacked the presents up high on the floor.
The windows reflect the fires
outside in the falling snow
glimmer of Christmas lights
are singing, “Oh Holy Night.”
With joy on our faces and love
in our hearts
hung our stockings above the hearth,
milk and cookies on the mantel
midnight treat for good old Santa.
as we sit down with our cup of tea
hoping that this Christmas will be,
with love, peace and
Christmas to all and a Happy New Year
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