The angel wings flutter
A’top a tree so perfectly poised.
A rush of pine swirls aimlessly about the home,
Circling around the presents of toys.
The crackling fire glows embers of red
And the mistletoe swings low.
Family reminisces the events of the year,
While the kitchen smells of cookie dough.
Snow fades into the dark streets,
Sprinkling glitter around the town.
Cheerful carolers don’t seem to mind,
As the groups make their way around.
Rainbows of lights beam,
And wrapping paper rips,
Oh the joy of the holiday,
The beauty that is,