It’s Christmas and the different bright colored lights dangle from the Christmas tree
As there’s a pile of presents under the tree and they’re just for me
They’re covered in the bright colors of Christmas wrapping, oh no
One’s for my sister who doesn’t unwrap the presents but plays in the snow
As I run through the house I smell the sweet aroma of fresh cookies out of the hot oven
Along with the scent of my piping hot chocolate with extra marshmallows
The sweet smell of peppermint from a red and white striped candy cane
Don’t forget the sweet odor of ginger bread men o the warm toasty pan
As the music plays Hark the Harold Angels Sing
And the sound of jingle bells as the droop on the Christmas tree
I hear my feet crunch in the ice cold bleach white snow
I hear my cousin chug his hot chocolate as fast as he can
I wander the house for something sweet
I lick the red stripes off the peppermint candy cane
I taste the flavor of my ginger bread man with extra icing
The sugar of a sugar cookie hits my taste buds and shakes my mouth
Oh boy, Christmas is here, I turn to shred my presents open with the tin foil wrapping
The sticky candy cane has stuck to my hand
I feel the cold crisp air hit my face as I walk outside
Yeah, I feel the excitement of jolly old St.Nick’s return
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