It’s that time of year, when the air is full of cheer and homes are glowing with light.
When we all snuggle close, or head to the coast in expectation of one single night.
In the morning we’ll wake, to the smell of bacon and pancakes, then gather around that old tree.
With a child’s expectation, we’ll sit and wait, it is truly a sight to see.
As tradition dictates, gifts we’ll exchange to show our affection of love.
But let us not forget, the true meaning therein, of the greatest gift given from above.