The Christmas Time Of The Year
The Christmas Time Of The Year
The dim lights suddenly begin to glow
A festive feeling that we all know
Shimmers in the air around
As the snowflakes gently glaze the ground
The postman’s on his way to North Pole
While the old settle down with a shivering soul
While the young go ‘round bribing in stores
So excited, they don’t feel no cold
A day when no nanny would huff
About the children jumping in the room above
Through everyone the greatest feeling would spread
The warm feeling of being loved
As the children fail to stay awake
To be heard is the sound of the bells that shake
As Santa’s reindeers land with a thud
On the snow-covered roof of a hut
With silent moves he slowly climbs down
The chimney to reach the solid ground
Where he finds his favorite drink and pie
And gulps them down and lets out a sigh
He walks over to the ornamented tree
That awaits him in total glee
Under it he leaves the presents
For everyone to find after they’d missed his presence
As the next morning the children groan
Of having missed Santa’s visit
But these complaints were no longer known
As the inviting gifts come into their vision
So is the routine that’s followed every year
By the old and the young without any tear
Everyone’s favorite it is
The Christmas time of the year.