To write about my favourite celebration was the task,
An easy thing to ask!
For I knew which was my fave,
The best time of the year for which I save and save
It’s Christmas of course,
For a day of happiness there’s no better source!
It begins about a week before,
With a party that’s not a snore,
A table filled with food galore,
All the best treats, we yell MORE!
Christmas Eve and I cannot sleep,
So excited I could almost weep.
My tree is decorated from top to toe,
The flashing lights make it quite a show.
What’s needed is a trip around town,
To see the houses in their bright light gowns,
Choruses of oooh and ahhh,
And great big cries of hurrah!
Home to bed and wait til morn,
Tucked up in bed with a tired yawn,
Waiting for 7 o’clock
Until then, the presents are locked.
Here it is, the morning’s here,
Presents tier upon tier,
Glossy ribbon and wrapping paper,
Christmas morning, what a caper!
The new things are not what I love most,
The love in my house it what makes me boast,
With my happy family around,
I grin like a great big clown.
So Christmas is my favourite celebration,
Filling me with a feeling of such elation,
Family, friends and lots of love,
The best things Christmas consists of.