Twas the day before Christmas and all through the town,
People were gathering looking all around.
Shoppers were completing their Christmas lists,
Hoping with hope no one would be missed.
Bell ringers freezing collecting for the poor,
Being spent on food and shelter for sure.
Carolers were singing the new carols they sing,
Voices were heard until bells began to ring.
The weather was poor for the town near the woods,
The strollers kept their heads covered in hoods.
Turkeys were hiding in the boughs of the trees,
Thankful the hunters did not shoot me.
Truckers bring joy with their Christmas trees,
All are sold in time to enjoy hot tea.
Mom’s in the kitchen making candy of all kinds,
Dad’s in the den reading the evening Times.
Gifts unwrapped scattered on the den floor,
Boxes, paper and color ribbons galore.
The Christmas tree balls are opened with delight,
Who wants to turn on the star’s bright light?
The tall fir tree waits for us to deck it out,
Gold and silver balls are hanging through out.
We wrapped each package and tied its big bow,
Then placed them under the tree so low.
Churchyards with animals and the manager scene,
Baby Jesus is the center of that scene.
Christmas songs had been selected with great care,
In hopes Christ’s birthday is almost there.
