What a day of delight it will be,
Hanging wreaths of spruce and cedar,
Bringing home the fresh, green tree.
Candlelight shines by each window,
Sprigs of holly on mantel and door,
Sweet aroma or gingerbread cookies,
Pies and pudding baked by the score.
Bright sleds skim frozen hilltops,
Velvet snowflakes in radiance beam,
Ice skater glide like quicksilver
In the moonlight's golden gleam.
Make it an old-fashioned Christmas!
May each waiting heart feel the glow
That grows with the ringing of sleigh bells,
Drifting over the soft-silvered snow.
~ Elisabeth Weaver Winstead
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