Mr. Snowman has been patient, all the autumn through.
Now he’s ready to vogue and pose and preen,
To oversee your snow angels, powder fights and frolics.
Pine boughs and incense, cinnamon and peppermint.
Sugar cookies and gingerbread, snickerdoodles and milk.
Pfeffernüsse and Gewurztraminer, spice cookies and mulled wine,
Of all the holiday making, the baking and cooking call us home best.
Fairy lights glitter and dance in the fireplace glow,
As they hug the tree and adulate the dearest décor,
That box of precious, priceless family adornments,
Waiting patiently through the year, much as Mr. Snowman.
Presents tied with velvet bows and wreaths wrapped with grapevines,
Garden gnomes with Santa hats and carriage lights ringed with pine,
Welcome all whom enter, those we hold dear and those we wish to know.
‘Tis Christmastime and no season’s more special with cheer,
Than that which brings us all home at once,
Than that which brings us all love at home.
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