The Snow is falling and the air is crisp, The wind picks up the flakes and its almost Christmas. The wood burns and the fire's roaring, Stockings full and children sleeping . The presents are wrapped and under tree, One for him, her, you and me. Santa's been and left with a ho ho ho, Then the sun will rise and glisten the snow. Eyes will wake and open up wide, Quilts ripped back and legs begin to stride. The tree in all its glory standing up tall, and the children so excited in comparison so small. Family sat round and smiles on their faces, Sat here with family already one of my favourite places, But on Christmas morn i can feel the joy, and its more about love, togetherness rather than a new toy.