Nativity

 

Christmas is for children.

For them tinsel is trailing gold,

And every gift is everything wondrous -

At least until you open it.

 

A sound in the night is reindeer coming;

A bell in the wind is a racing sleigh;

And Jesus is probably Santa Claus,

Or at least knows him very well.

 

Snow is like ice cream, like a cotton beard;

Holly and ivy look good to eat;

Music is music, wrapping you tight

Like Mother and cocoa and blankets at night.

 

Carols are drifting in midnight’s air;

The year-wished morning is on its way.

Christmas will always be for children,

And we’re all children today.