• I sit outside
    In the frigid and soft snow
    Not a single sound
    All is peaceful and still

    Then I hear a voice
    Shouting "Come inside! It's cold out there!"
    It's my Momma
    I must go in

    To my warm house
    Where my family greets me with warm hot coco and cookies
    Yum!

    I love the sight of my house
    All decorated for Christmas
    With red and green and stockings

    Not one empty corner
    The only sight to see is a holiday wonder
    Times one thousand

    I am overridden with the senses
    The taste of my cookies
    The sight of my home

    The feeling of happiness
    The joy of giving
    The joy of receiving
    The joy itself.