Thoughts On Christmas-From The Works Of A Simple Man
The house seemed empty not a person in sight. Prayers had been said while the candles burned bright. Baby Jesus is coming, church bells are chiming. Presents are given, topped with a bow. Visits to grandma, kids all in tow. Off to church where carols are sung, best present ever, the host on our tongue. Greetings are fleeting, off to the road. We're driving like crazy, in that holiday mode.