Monday, December 24, 2007
Small Town Christmas
Once upon a time the world was a better place, a poorer but happier place.
The cold blustery winds of fall had turned into the winds of winter and small towns celebrated the upcoming season of Christmas. The time for thoughts of warmth and coziness, a time for gathering together families.
The vapors could be seen rising from every chimney, the trees bare branches clattered in the breeze. The night cold had settled upon the town like an blanket forcing all to succumb to the chill. It was Christmas Eve.
The night it would seem was magic alight,
for Santa was coming tonight.
For all the good children a reward would soon appear,
a jolly old man and nine tiny reindeer.
So into your beds and cover up tight,
for Santa to come, you must stay out of sight.