Hanging stocking by a roaring fire, putting wreaths on the front door.

Feeling the cold nip in the air when relatives walk through the door.

The smell of the Christmas tree enters into your nostrils,

and you can feel the heat of the wood stove at your feet.

That’s when you can tell, it’s that special time of the year.

hearing carolers outside your front door,

you see the colors that bring you back to that special moment.

Perhaps, you remember when you were small.

You’d wake up in the middle of the night

to catch a glimpse of the jolly man in the red suit

Who you called your hero for the past years,

but always falling asleep minutes before he arrives at the top of your chimney.

You wake in the morning to realize you missed his arrival,

but then you see the gifts he’s left behind for you.

You snap out of your daydream and hear the Christmas music in the background.

That’s when you can tell, it’s that special time of year

seeing your family’s glowing faces and the Christmas turkey in front of you.

You smile and as you read the Christmas cards in the mail

And wave to every person you see.

You have a kind heart and so do others, treating each other the way people should.

That’s when you know, it’s that special time of year.