The presents wrapped in pretty paper Scattered underneath the tree It won't be long until Santa shows up With a thing or two for me Mom's left a dish of ribbon candy And some cocoa in a cup I know old Santa's tired of cookies Gee, I hope she's left enough Dad got the strings of lights all sorted Although he had to fix a few Our drapes are open every evening It makes our house seem all brand new My brother Roddy's checked the closets He says our presents must be hid I only know on Christmas morning I like what Santa brings instead I said my line right in the church play I gave a quarter to Red Cross I said my prayers twice every evening You think I've said them quite enough? We went downtown to Bruener's window And saw Santa's workshop come to life It just gets better every Christmas I wait all year for that one night I wiped the frost off of my window My bestfriend Carol lives next door I see her light's out, bet she's sleeping I'll wait a couple minutes more I hear my mom and dad still talking I guess I'd better get in bed I just can't wait no more for Santa Maybe I'll say my prayers instead Karen Shaw Matteson © 2003

Bless us Lord, this Christmas, with quietness of mind;
Teach us to be patient and always to be kind.
--Helen Steiner Rice

Christmas--that magic blanket that wraps itself about us,
that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance.
It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting,
or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance--
a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
--Augusta E. Rundel

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