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THE FOLLY OF CHRISTMAS
THE FOLLY OF CHRISTMAS
(T. Beechey)
There is a feeling in the air as December inches near
People seem to care much more around this time of year
There's handshakes,hugs and kisses,salutations of good cheer
And it's plain to see that Christmas is quickly coming here
And,even though,the falling snow has danced upon the land
And there's mistletoe and "Ho-ho-ho!" there remains an empty hand
Now,you can play that it's okay and,to you,this holiday's willed
But it just can't be a holiday unless every hand is filled
Carols are sung,stockings are hung,Yuletide tales are wove
All is well and there's the smell of a turkey on the stove
Gifts are given as we live in these special times of love
And we give praise for these sacred days to God in Heaven above
Yet,lost in the excitement of the glory and the pomp
Is the silence of a rooftop where no reindeer hooves will clomp
And it's not in a far-out region,like a dark and dreary swamp
It's in a house where little feet have no longer need to romp
Yes,the choirs sing and sleigh bells ring as lights glow on each tree
And Santa brings his many things,but a child still waits to see
What shall adorn his Christmas morn besides teardrops from his eyes
Cause you can't say it's a holiday till each dream is realized
