An Enchanted Christmas House...

Our house has such a lovely air, When Christmas comes around. All sorts of Christmas cheer, About the rooms are found. We bring down from the attic, A box so huge and square. Packed tight full of everything, To make it cheery there. Across the mantle reindeers dash, With a leap and bound they go. Drawing Santa's sleigh of glistening white, Over mounds of cotton snow. Silver balls from the archway hang, No prettier sight can be seen. Outlined with strings of coloured lights, Amidst garlands of Christmas greens. From each window tip a star peers down, Spreading its beams of light. To ribbons of red and tiny rosettes, And on curtains of crispy white. All through the house the spirit pervades, With candles ribbon and holly. By Christmas Eve it's a joy to behold, We couldn't help but be jolly. Then we open the door to our little house, And listen to the sweet refrain. Our hearts are peaceful happy and cheery, For its Christmas time again.