The pine tree scent fills the room,
And the candle smoke softens the mood,
As the turkey is cooking you can taste by its smell,
Christmas is here; it’s easy to tell,
The potatoes are roasting and smelling so nice,
The mulled wine is full of flavour and spice,
The smell of the cold and thunder and rain,
And the smell of snow as it covers the plain,
The scent of the warmth from family and friends,
It’s nice to enjoy Christmas again.

Shiny paper and masses of ribbons,
Perfectly wrapped and lovingly given,
A sign of how much we love each other,
Mother and Father and Sister and Brother,
A gesture of kindness and of festive cheer,
A special occasion that comes but once a year.

I stood staring at that giant tree,
Stretching for miles above me,
My eyes wandered high,
Not a decoration passed me by,
But my eyes were drawn to the star on top,
Against the sky where my focus stopped,
I stared at the star and thought of the wise men,
And of their journey to the manger again,
The meaning of Christmas in one little symbol,
The Christmas Tree: so grand yet so simple.

On a dark Christmas night,
In a house with a fire,
A little girl sleeps in her bed,
And wonders what might transpire,
In the distance she hears,
The sound of the bells coming near,
She stirs and turns for the window,
To make it easier to hear,
“It’s Father Christmas” she shouts, “He’s on his way”
“I can see him approach on his magnificent sleigh.”

Stuffed full of toys and ribbons,
Tinsel and baubles,
Santa and his reindeer,
Deliver to all,
Presents for children,
For their mums and their dads,
For Aunts and Uncles,
Nans and Granddads,
There’s perfume and clothing,
Chocolate and sweets,
Santa delivers the nicest of treats.

Made from snow,
He stands so tall,
With eyes of coal,
In weather so cruel,
He still smiles his smile,
Wearing his scarf and hat,
Before the sun arrives to melt him away,
Until he comes back next Christmas Day.

(Song title from Michael Jacksons’ catalogue, by R. Kelly)

My heart is still recovering,
I’m still gathering the fragments,
And gluing them with passing time,
So to give you one more chance,
Would be a certain suicide,
I couldn’t recover twice,
My life is too high a-price.