Poem From Aunt Jayme

You have to hold her up to see

The angel on the Christmas tree.

And even though she's still too small

To know the meaning of it all

You watch her eyes reflect the glow

Of colored lights that come and go

And feel her quiver with delight

At every new and wondrous sight.

There's Santa with his jolly face

Beaming from the fireplace.

And from the stocking hanging there

Peeks a cuddly teddy bear.

Bright ornaments and candy canes

Musical toy and wooden trains!

There's just no end to the delights

Spread out for her this night of nights!

She points and grins from ear to ear

And then she yawns - her bedtime's near!

Dad gives her a kiss and you tuck her away

To rest up for the fun of her first Christmas Day!