December comes but once a year,
the month of crafting holiday cheer
When ginger homes are made with candy,
and ribbon always comes in handy
The gifts are wrapped in fancy ways,
and paper snowflakes’ cuts amaze
A pine cone wreath upon your door,
welcomes cards not from the store
gleam in hand dipped candles’ glow
While Santa’s cookies lie in wait,
an advent calender keeps the date
For under trees that are hung with treasures
are handmade gifts, life’s little pleasures
So fill your house with things you make
and love each other, for Christmas sake.
Happy holidays! Love, M.