• The Special Day

    I ventured in a white wonderland
    Hand in hand with Jack Frost
    With the St. Nicolus in tow
    Touring cotton paths of snow

    Bright colourful lights draped on houses
    Not a sound to be heard except maybe a field mouse
    The big night before children's eyes are all a glow
    To see on the joyous day presents to and frow

    Sounds of hooves on rooftops
    And the jingle of bells
    Keeping little ones awake
    Trying oh so much
    As the song goes
    To be good for goodness sake

    Then on the morning of the blessed day
    Sweet scents of gingerbread and peppermind fill the air
    But the little ones
    Care not for sweets
    It's what's under the tree
    That have the treats

    Jack gives me a wink
    "Just think, we wait for this all year
    The special day is near
    Though try not to forget
    What this day is truly about
    Not the presents
    Not the treats
    It's gathering with those you love
    On the birthday from your creator above"