White silk dresses with blue satin sashes

Little mittens that warm my cold fingers

Silver snowflakes freeze on my eyelashes

Main Street is filled with laughter and singers

Candles spout the warming fragrance of pine

While couples kiss under quaint mistletoe

Parents shopping for presents wait in line

Tots lick candy canes with faces a glow

Houses trimmed in garlands and lit with lights

Little cottages made of gingerbread

Bright-eyed children can't wait for Christmas night

Poinsettias shine in the cold, they shine red

A child born under a shimmering star

My father tells us while he smokes cigars