With trees like shinning ice,
And a blanket of white on ground.
The family was gathered,
Around the table full and tight,
With the food coming all night.
My Mom wore an apron and was smiling,
My Dad was smiling and bright.
The FAMILY was felicitous and eager,
To see the gifts and JOY,
To each and other we would GIVE.
Copyright: December 11, 2008 Joseph Assumption Barbier, D. C.