Memories fill my head
Of snowy days and Santa dreams
Of hot cocoa, snow boots
Mittens frozen on my hands
Rosy cheeks and cold wet knees
Building igloos in the snow
Of Advent Wreaths
House decorated
Counting the days
In anticipation
Of Christmas morning
Tree sparkling like a thousand suns
Gifts piled high, each with a ribbon
So lovingly tied
Church, then breakfast, the day stretched on,
Christmas dinner
Our bellies so full
Our hearts content, Santa had come
We didn't know we were the lucky ones,
But we were.
Of snowy days and Santa dreams
Of hot cocoa, snow boots
Mittens frozen on my hands
Rosy cheeks and cold wet knees
Building igloos in the snow
Of Advent Wreaths
House decorated
Counting the days
In anticipation
Of Christmas morning
Tree sparkling like a thousand suns
Gifts piled high, each with a ribbon
So lovingly tied
Church, then breakfast, the day stretched on,
Christmas dinner
Our bellies so full
Our hearts content, Santa had come
We didn't know we were the lucky ones,
But we were.
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