Sharing Christmas Day : Family Poetry

 We woke on Christmas morning

as the snow began to fall .

The sound of tiny feet

went pitter patter up the hall .

All the gifts around the Christmas tree

filled our hearts with pride .

The children built a snowman

and they played a while outside .

The light of Christmas evening

shone inside every room .

The snowman had all melted

at the rising of the moon .

As cold as Christmas is

and as thick as the snow may lie .

The truth is children grow up fast

but snowmen never cry .

It's great to see the smiles

and hear the laughter all the same .

We might get old and grey haired

but you'll not hear us complain .

Lord bless us everyone , the old and young ,

the big and small .

Sharing Christmas together

is the greatest gift of all .,    

By Paul Mc Cann