Christmas

( in Rictameter )

Christmas...

Comes once a year

All Christians everywhere

Celebrate the Nativity

A Christian festival with lots of cheer

That bring the dawn of a New Year

And humanity flows

from the soul at

Christmas...

Colors alight

And lots of jingle bells

We sing carols both old and new

Which we all wish would last throughout the year

As we nurture folks who are poor

To grow with pride and much

Glad tidings at

Christmas...

Comes after Eve

When busy crowds subside

And the malls become deserted

Turkeys' necks have all been cut with the ducks

And the chickens no longer cluck.

Under the mistletoe

Folks shout: Merry

Christmas...

Is in the air

With lots of laughter too

Presents all wrapped with pretty bows

Now sit beneath the lighted Christmas tree

With tiny ornaments that dance

To jolly Santa's laugh

Oh! Ho! Merry

Christmas...

Trees shine brightly

To help us find our way

And in the air the church bells ring

To tell us, it is time for midnight mass.

We hear voices in the choir

Blend sweet soprano, bass

And tenor at

Christmas...

Rich and poor mix

In unison they sing

The glorious songs of the Yule

To families and neighbors far and near

Are but some of the good tidings

Of love to all mankind

That folks share at

Christmas.

© Paterika Hengreaves

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