The sereneness of a falling snow as the sky grows dark,
Crackling of the fireplace,
The pop of the logs sending sparks and smoke in the air,
Light Christmas music playing from the radio,
And sugar cookies and gingerbread baked fresh.
A Christmas tree up, with presents under it,
And ornaments glistening in the dim light of the fire,
Stockings hung, and mistletoe over the doorway.
Christmas movies playing, never becoming cliche,
Candy canes to suck the day away.
Carolers knocking at the door,
Kids sledding in the last hours of light,
And snowballs pounding away.
Hot cocoa with marshmallows,
The warm milk and cookies on a platter, set out for the fat man,
And the Christmas feast, with eggnog.
Icy roads, and bells ringing,
Tis the Season to be jolly.
Honorable mention
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