Christmas Time Poem by Randy McClave

Presents are underneath the Christmas tree
Friends and relatives are coming here,
Children begin dreaming of that one special day
With all of its happiness and its cheer.
For it is Christmas time, and it is coming near.

Christmas lights are shining bright
And all the houses are full aglow,
Songs are being sung by individual choirs
As the children run and play in the snow.
Youth once again is in our veins and it begins to flow.

Oh Christmas time it is everywhere
I feel it and I see it wherever I go,
My heart and my soul they feel the warmth
So, my fingers and my nose doesn't feel the cold;
As I walk upon the snow covered road.
I know that stockings and cards are hung by the chimneys
Christmas cards and letters I too will send,
Parties are being given, people are being saved
Something special is in the mind and in the wind;
It is Christmas magic; and it is to begin once again.

Christmas time is all around us
It is being written upon everyone's face,
This is the only time that I have ever known
That living has slowed down to a happy unhurried pace;
Along with the Christmas paper and lace.
This is the time of year for my own Christmas wish
So, please do not forget and do not go,
All that I want from you is that one special gift
That we can share standing underneath the mistletoe;
And to that request, I hope unto me you will bestow.

Oh happiness of all, joy is being felt
By everyone that I hear and that I see
This is the holiday that changes our very soul
Everyone that I know they now must believe;
My heart is happy and my soul is jubilant and free.

Merry Christmas unto all that is what I believe
To whomever that I see upon the street,
This is the season for all to be caring and happy
To whomever that I might meet or greet;
For this is Christmas, that time that we all need.

This is the end of my words, my poem has come to an end
Merry Christmas to all, and especially to my friends,
I now write this stanza in the very last line;
As I now send wishes and hope with love and a grin;
I hope again next year we will all meet once again.

Randy L. McClave