As the world counts down through Advent,
Youngsters squeal in their delight,
Of a Christmas that is merry
Decorations shining bright.
They hear the postman knocking
And rush to ope’ the door;
Cardboard boxes keep arriving,
Mum says, they’re for her Christmas chores.
But the cards come through the letterbox,
Lovely pictures oh so pretty.
With snow scenes and red Santas,
Some nativities; some just witty.
And the tree sits in the corner,
With lights that twinkle all the day
And there’s a joyful Christmas angel
Saying that Christmas is on the way.
And as Christmas itself gets closer,
To the Eve of Christmas Day
They listen to the carols
From the church across the way.
Then leaving out their stockings,
With some sherry for Santa too,
They climb into their cosy beds,
Hoping Santa can fit down the flue!
And they dream of the sleigh that is flying,
Across the pale moon tonight
And of Rudolph who leads it onward
Through time and space in flight.
Hoping morning will bring all they asked for
But if not, then that’s all right,
For a loving family gathering
Will make up for it ’til Twelfth Night.
Photo and poem copyright Englepip©