Red and green colors everywhere,
cold bite of winter in the air,
old saint nick snow in his hair.

In this beautiful season,
do i need a reason,
to live and love and cherish?
I think no.
In this wonderful season,
in this family season,
do fires burn more brightly?
These people so politely get along.

Carol bells and lights flung everywhere,
star up in the heaven marking where,
Mistletoe is waiting by the stair.

In this pure white season,
hope and faith believe in,
the angels sing, their voices ring,
glad tidings to, this people bring.
Ever may this message we bring too.