As Christmas eve <br />Is on its way. <br />Some look for Santa <br />To ride his slay. <br /> <br />With lots of toys <br />And gifts galore <br />But the Gift of Gifts <br />Was who opened this door. <br /> <br />Yea, cakes and cookies <br />Turkey and ham <br />Big mama's cranberry jelly <br />With dressing and yams. <br /> <br />So while we listen <br />For what Santa will say <br />Let's not forget <br />To kneel and pray.<br /><br />Cecelia Weir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-door/
