Ringing in Christmas Day

Ringing in Christmas Day

So much splendor on display

Another year has quickly passed

Now it seems, at long last

The holidays have finally arrived

Another year that we’ve survived

The endless shopping and the buying

Gifts and wrapping, ribbon tying

Endless piles of boxes and bows

Heavenly scent of a fresh Christmas rose

Don’t forget the poinsettia and holly

And of course the mistletoe folly

Addressing cards, sent in the mail

Finding deals at the last of the sales

Nowhere to park, the malls full of people

Local church with a wreath on the steeple

Our sacred Yule log finally set alight

A cozy fire to keep us warm through the night

Garland and tinsel, the tree decorated

Minute seem hours and the kids agitated

Impatient and restless; just waiting for Santa

Homes across the nation, from Portland to Atlanta

Mom and Dad worn out, but finally smile

Wrapping all finished, gifts in a pile

Carolers singing the praises of Christmas

Remembering the baby, forgetting the business

The streets filled with snow and the sparkling lights

Reflecting and sparking, long through the night

Dresses and suits, off to the holiday gatherings

Sharing and caring and laughing and singing

So we gather as ladies and gentlemen

Distant relatives, family and friends

Recalling the stories, telling the history

Enchanting the children with a holiday mystery

The timeless story of the cute little elf

Eyes always watching as he sits on the shelf

The stockings now empty, hang from the mantle

Tomorrow stuffed full of candy and bangles

The turkey and ham on the table arranged

Everyone anticipating gifts soon exchanged

Listen! You’ll hear the drummer boy drumming

Send the children to their beds, for Santa is coming

As they drift off to sleep hearing bells on his sleigh

It’s the jolly old elf ringing in Christmas Day

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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