If we could picture Christmas
we'd want it to look this way.
Snow falling, falling ever so gently,
falling both night and day.
 

 
Excitedly the children unwrap their gifts
but inside they will not stay.
They see the falling gentle snow,
outside they must go play.

The smell of cakes, the smell of  pies
fill the forest air,
we cannot wait for the call to the table
to  fold our hands in prayer.

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