I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas
My goodness, my goodness, it’s Christmas again. The tree is decked out in holiday cheer. The wreath’s at the door. The gifts are arriving. Our mailman is busy. The ribbons, boxes and wrappings are sitting there waiting. I’m always wishing that we would have snow, but that seems to only happen in Christmas movies.
“Sing we all merrily; Christmas is here, the day that we love best of the days in the year.
Bring forth the holly, the box and the bay; deck out our cottage for glad Christmas day.”