As Christmas eve
Is on its way.
Some look for Santa
To ride his slay.

With lots of toys
And gifts galore
But the Gift of Gifts
Was who opened this door.

Yea, cakes and cookies
Turkey and ham
Big mama's cranberry jelly
With dressing and yams.

So while we listen
For what Santa will say
Let's not forget
To kneel and pray.

Cecelia Weir

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