• Warmth,
    Ever so pleasurable,
    Spills from the hearth,
    Envoloping the room,
    Filling the room with
    Joy.

    Frost,
    Ever so translucent,
    Covers the windows,
    Hiding the harsh winter,
    From the people looking
    Outside.

    Children,
    Ever so impassioned,
    Run within the walls,
    Eating sugar-coated candies
    That melt in the mouth so
    Sweetly.

    Pine,
    Stands straight in the center,
    Filling the nostril's of the people,
    With it's scent,
    Announcing its' presence and
    Existance.

    Decorations,
    They are hung throughout corridors,
    Sparkling when hit with light,
    Beautifying the walls,
    Becoming the disguise of the
    House.

    Gifts,
    Wrapped in color and bows,
    Lay beneathe the pine,
    Sitting for the next day,
    When the children will say,
    "Merry Christmas!"