• The smell of pine needles lingering,
    In every single room,
    and fire just about bright enough
    to decorate the moon.
    The red and green packages,
    lying under the evergreen boughs,
    glimmering in the firelight,
    shining in its glow.
    The taste of sweet eggnog,
    the laughter edging the air,
    the slippers and the teddy bears
    fuzzy beyond compair.
    The excitement in the morining,
    stirring the frosty air,
    the presents await just to me!
    on christmas, my christmas here.