Christmastime Poem by Kay Moore

Silver bells and tinsel are the order of the day
Toys and cakes and puddings, will soon be on their way
Hopeful little faces, with wishes yet ulntold
Department stores, overflowing, with goodies to be sold
Trying to beat the bun rush, before all stocks deplete
Many a weary mother, drags her aching feet
Father's done his shopping, to fill the fridge with beer
Grandma's even done her share, to fill the house with cheer
But the man that we're all waiting for
Will make his call at night
To fill our hearts with happiness, good will and delight