and the children all sing.
Hearts filled with joy
over what Santa might bring.
Snow-covered rooftops,
Snow-covered streets,
The sound of snow crunching
under tiny young feet.
Wraps and galoshes,
and sleds in tow
They climb Brewery Hill
to slide in the snow.
Here in this small town
all nestled in white
The afternoon wanes into a good night.
Back home with their cocoa
and warmed by the fire,
They crawl into bed
in their sleeping attire.
Off in the distance
the carillon, it rings
Merry Christmas to all,
and for all it may bring.