by Jesse Coghill
Poet farmer from Jordan



Ah, the scent of bright holly,
The presents 'neath the Christmas tree,
I see my name on two or three;
It's Christmas time again.

The baby wrapped in swaddling clothes,
How it survived nobody knows,
A miracle, I suppose;
It's Christmas time again.

Neighbors meet upon the street,
Happily they shake and greet,
Then share a drink and bite to eat;
It's Christmas time again.

It truly is a happy thing,
Let bells ring out and choirs sing
About the joy the day will bring;
It's Christmas time again.