Christmastime at Our House

by Mabel Jones Gabbott

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    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.