• I look out the window and do nothing but stare,
    It's chilly outside and the trees are bare.
    Except for the evergreens who carry snow,
    Which weighs the branches down low.
    It's late afternoon,
    And I wish the night will come soon.
    I see an object in the sky,
    And I'm hoping it's Santa's sled flying by.
    As I gaze through my window and peer,
    I can tell that Christmas is almost here.
    A smile creeps onto my face,
    As I think about that purse I wanted made of lace.
    I think about all those 364 days that seem so faint,
    And decide it was worth the wait.