In The Christmas Mood

With nippy nose and frosted ears

I trudge back and forth the shed all day

Digging out all my lights and things

Though the sky is bleak and grey

Ladders and hammers and wire clips

I start to hum a few bars of Silent Night

There are colored lights and ribbons

To create that magic Christmas sight

Extension cords like a spider web

To a verse of Noel, Noel I plug them in

Santa sits by a pot belly stove

His snow white beard covers his chin

An evergreen wreath upon my door

That sings Santa Is Coming to Town

I hang another string of lights up

Smiling now I’ve lost my frown

A few little kids have gathered round

Join me singing White Christmas loud

I hit the switch to turn it all on

The first snowflake drifts down proud