Christmas Poem #2:

Cookies Baking In The Kitchen

The Smell Floats Through The Air

Mom is making Christmas

With Her Usual Cheery Flair

The House We Gaily Decorated

Each Gift We Stiched With Love

And we'll gather around the Christmas Tree

For An Evening Of Christmas Fun

This Evening we'll sing a carol

Each with our own voice

Yes, we are making Christmas

A True Reason To Rejoice