We woke on Christmas morning

as the snow began to fall .



The sound of tiny feet

went pitter patter up the hall .



All the gifts around the Christmas tree

filled our hearts with pride .



The children built a snowman

and they played a while outside .



The light of Christmas evening

shone inside every room .



The snowman had all melted

at the rising of the moon .



As cold as Christmas is

and as thick as the snow may lie .



The truth is children grow up fast

but snowmen never cry .



It's great to see the smiles

and hear the laughter all the same .



We might get old and grey haired

but you'll not hear us complain .



Lord bless us everyone , the old and young ,

the big and small .



Sharing Christmas together

is the greatest gift of all .



By Paul Mc Cann