Thanksgiving dinner we finished in haste,
stuffing ourselves with turkeys we’d baste.

Decorations were strung across our main street,
warm greetings, best wishes from each one we’d meet.

Soon cherished loved-ones would all gather round,
renewing old friendships they’d made in our town.

Houses were well lit with lights all aglow,
and hung over doorways you’d find mistletoe.

Trees in windows were beautifully shaped,
shining most glorious with ornaments draped.

Children excited, and full of much laughter,
would treasure those moments to last ever after.

On Eve of Christmas, they’d surely not sleep,
awaiting old Santa down chimney to creep.

Fun, joy, and pleasure would be ours again,
celebrating the birth of the One without sin.