Or might I say "Merry Critmas"
One of the prized decorations
in our Christmas display
You see it came from the heart
My son made it in pottery glass at school
He was five not the reknowned Lawyer
he would grow up to be
In his plate homemade cookies
A gourmet cook he was grow up to become
One day misplaced in the Microwave
Santa Clause melted that day
But the words Merry Critmas survived
As prized today as yesterday
All my poetry friends have a Happy Holidays
But in our hearts as yesterday
In this house we celebrate Christmas day
For his love well not melt away