Christmastime at Our House

by Mabel Jones Gabbott

It’s Christmastime at our house;

Sweet carols fill the air,

A tall spruce by the window

Spills stardust here and there.

It’s Christmas in the kitchen

Where warm and spicy smells

Hint of fruitcakes and cookies

Shaped like stars and ringing bells.

It’s Christmas round the fireplace

With stories told and read;

Then little ones say silent prayers

Before they go to bed.

It’s Christmastime at our house,

And love is in the air

For Jesus born so long ago

And dear ones everywhere.