Surely ‘tis that time of year

Where streets are full of Xmas cheer

Where coins slip into begging hands

And from the kitchen, smell of ham

Goes over under through the chimney where St. Nicholas descends


Where little children eyes aglow

Stare through the fogged toy shop window

And the nutcracker in the corner

Comes alive: a stiff small soldier

One girl blinks and rubs her eyes, for surely her imagination ran away again


And even Scrooge would stop his counting

To witness the excitement mounting

A taste of nutmeg’s in the air

The forest’s silent, no bird nor bear

But wait a second, what’s that noise? Surely not the clunk of toys


Even grown-ups who in Santa don’t believe

Feel a glint of magic on Christmas eve


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