WHEN I DREAM OF CHRISTMAS,

I DREAM OF WONDROUS THINGS,

OF MISTLETOE AND HOLLY,

AND JOY THE SEASON BRINGS.





OF SNOWNY FIELDS, AND ROSY CHEEKS,

SLEDS CAREENING FAST AND SLEEK,

HOUSES LIGHTED, FESTIVE GAY,

PREPARING FOR THAT SPECIAL DAY.





WHEN FAMILY GATHERS 'ROUND THE TREE,

ANTICIPATING WHAT WILL BE

IN CHRISTMAS BOXES TIED UP TIGHT,

COLORFUL WRAPPING SHINING BRIGHT.





SHARING LOVE AND LAUGHTER THERE,

WHILE GRANDPA SNOOZES IN HIS CHAIR,

DINNER SERVED WITH ALL THE TRIMMING

AS WE AWAIT NEW YEAR'S BRGINNING.





CHILDREN SCURRIED OFF TO BED,

ON GOOSE-DOWN PILLOWS TO REST THEIR HEAD,

SAYING PRAYERS FOR BLESSINGS GIVEN,

THANKING HIM OUR LORD IN HEAVEN.





GRANDMA READING 'BOUT THE ONE,

JESUS CHRIST, HIS ONLY SON,

ENDURING PAIN AND SINS OF MAN,

KING OF KINGS, THE GREAT ' I AM '





WHEN I DREAM OF CHRISTMAS

AND WONDROUS THINGS. . .